While flying Skye through the air, Aaron gave her a brief rundown of the situation at the Triskelion so that, as a Level 1 agent, she would not feel out of place after arriving.
Just then, he suddenly paused. The inertia from the abrupt stop pressed Skye's chest tightly against his back.
"Hey! Did you do that on purpose?" Skye teased with a laugh. "If you like me, just say so!"
"Cut it out. I'm really not that interested in you.
"I just suddenly feel like something isn't right." Aaron's expression turned grave as he said thoughtfully, "But I can't say exactly what it is. It's just a feeling."
"Hehe! A man's intuition?"
"You can look down on a man's intuition, but a Seer's intuition is very accurate.
"Just now, I suddenly had the feeling that trouble would be unavoidable in the future. It felt exactly like the first time I met Tony Stark in Afghanistan.
"No, it's much more serious than that."
"Why worry about it? You don't even know what the trouble is." Skye was speechless, but then she suddenly thought of something. "Wait, aren't you a Seer? Why not try divining it?"
Aaron: ...
Her words were like a wake-up call!
I nearly forgot I'm a Seer. When I can't decide what to do, I can just ask the Crystal Ball!
"You... didn't think of that?"
"How could I not? The feeling just came too suddenly." Aaron forced himself to remain calm, then accelerated the motorcycle forward.
By the time the two reached the Triskelion, the battle was already completely over.
Under Steve Rogers's leadership, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were brimming with morale and had captured every Hydra operative, including Rumlow.
"Gaius, what exactly did you do?" Steve stormed over. Behind him, two medical personnel lifted the unconscious