Oleander - Bucky BarnesxOC

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: MOONLIGHT SONATA

Rebecca was the one who got caught. She stole $1500 from the bank account of someone who pissed her off randomly on a message board, got sloppy, got caught, and did six months in juvie for it. She was prohibited to stay away from a computer for five years after that, but by the time she could touch one, she was right back to doing what she did best - except now she was hacking into government databases. James got a full ride to NYU, and Rebecca was recruited by the FBI to work in the cybercrimes division by the time she was 21.

It was that or go to prison.

Now, she works in the fraud department for some big Wall Street bank making sure their security systems are up to date. It's boring work, but she makes millions of dollars protecting the money of some of the biggest scumbags on earth.

James calls Rebecca when he's in deep, and this time, he just might be.

She picks up after two rings.

"James?"

"Hey, Becs, I need help."

She sighs.

"What is it this time?"

"John Walker."

"Are you still fighting with that asshole?"

"I need you to do something for me. He has cameras at his club in LA."

"You want me to break into Walker's cameras and erase footage."

"Specifically in the hallway to his office, and in his office."

"James, I'm tired of covering for your ass."

"I know, Becs," he sighs. "I promise, I'll make it up to you."

"You've said that my whole life." He can tell that she's smiling, and he hears typing on the other end. "Place is called The Whip, right? Near Sunset?"

"Yeah." He pauses. "I got a new girlfriend."

"Really?"

"I think you'd like her."

"What's she this time? Another hotel heiress? High price escort? One of those actresses with 350,000 Instagram followers but nobody's ever seen her in anything?"

He chuckles.

"She owns a flower shop."

"Oh! That's good! I was worried for a while that you'd end up being one of those guys I saw on a documentary who marries a blow-up doll."

"You're an asshole, you know that? Some of those guys seem real happy, by the way. I don't think it's your place to judge that."

"Look at you, Mr. Compassionate. Does she know what you do?"

"You mean the hotels?"

"No, I mean this shit that you do. The murder and mayhem and all of that."

"I feel you judging me."

"Well, I think any normal person would."

"Yeah, like you're a normal person."

"Do you want me to delete the footage off of these cameras or not?"

James sighs.

"Yes, please."

"Wow, I didn't even have to bribe you this time!" She pauses. "So?"

"What?"

"When can I meet her? For real."