"We have to do something about this. I'm the only one who looks like a pimp." Sam complained as Cecelia felt a wave of nausea in her stomach. She didn't want to pretend she was the Hydra soldier again. Her heart beat out of her chest as she walked next to Bucky.
She wore her suit and Zemo had a mask to cover her lower face. His obsession with Hydra was a bit to far. He had a mask of hers that had to be put on her face.
"Only Americans would think a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you're supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger." Zemo said as he gave Sam a picture of the man. Sam frowned at that.
"He even has a bad nickname." He complained as he stared at the picture. "Hell, he does look like me, though." Sam said.
"You smell this?" Zemo asked, Sam wasn't quite used to the scent. Bucky and Cecelia had a small familiarity to it.
"Yeah, what is it? Acid?" Sam asked him curiously.
"Madripoor." Zemo corrected him as they walked on the bridge with them.
"No matter what happens we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There's no margin for error. High Town's that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town's the other way." Zemo said as a car pulled in front of them. They all got into it. Cecelia being in the middle of Bucky and Sam.
"Let me guess. We don't have any friends in High Town." Sam said as Bucky placed his hand on Cecelia's shaking leg. Her palms were sweaty as her one hand held her mask on it.
Multiple motor cycles followed the car, some being in front of them, many being behind them. They were all armed.
When they arrived to the destination, they got out of the car. Cecelia's mask went onto her face, silencing her.
She hated the mask. It was like a muzzle. It silenced her.
When she saw Steve's mask, it gave off the impression of a hero, or some kind of savior. It gave him the freedom to speak and everything.
When she saw the Soldier's mask, it horrified her. It gave off the impression of an animal. It muzzled her like one, it made her silent. She was able to speak, but you could barely hear her if she didn't talk loud enough.
So they entered a place called The Princess Bar.
"Готовы подчиниться, солдаты." (Ready to comply, soldiers) Zemo asked as they walked in. Cecelia wanted to roll her eyes, or curse at him. But she didn't, she stayed silent.
Many people saw them walking in, The Asset, and The Winter Soldier. Nobody knew The Asset was really the Hydra Soldier, mainly because not many people knew Hydra was her superior, her creators. But she was an asset to the Winter Soldier, an apprentice.
"Hello, gentlemen. Wasn't expecting you, Smiling Tiger." A bartender said as Cecelia stood next to Bucky. Bucky looked at her face, hating seeing her in that. He hated what Zemo was doing to her.
He hated how she tried to look brave, how she tried desperately to knock out her fear. He saw that look once or twice as she stood there.
"His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby." Zemo said to him.
"The usual?" He asked, Sam nodded his head. The bartender walked over and grabbed a snake, he started to cut into it with a knife. Sam was absolutely grossed out by it. He tried to hide his disgusted face, and he looked at Zemo who had a smile.
"Ah, Smiling Tiger, your favorite." Zemo said as the man took one of the parts of the snake out. He put it into the shot glass filled with vodka and Sam looked down at it. He grabbed the glass before looking at Zemo.
"I love these." He said glancing at everyone else. He lifted the glass before clinking his glass with Zemo.
"Cheers, comrade." Zemo said before drinking his drink. Sam doing the same before hesitantly having his.
Sam let out a satisfied noise, and Cecelia smirked beneath her mask. Bucky only nodded his head satisfied with how that had went.
A man walked up behind Zemo, he was old and wrinkly. "I got word from on high. You ain't welcome here." He said to him, Zemo sighed before answering his.
"I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists he can either come talk to me..." He said before pointing at the two soldiers. The man looked at them, the two being emotionless.
"New haircut?" he asked Bucky, who hadn't responded.
"Or bring Selby for a chat." He said, the man walked away as Cecelia let out a deep breath.
Not a killer
Not a killer
NOT A KILLER
"The Power Broker, really?" Bucky asked him.
"Every kingdom needs its king. Let's just pray we stay under his radar." Zemo said, Cecelia nodding her head in agreement.
"Do you know him?" Sam asked, Zemo shook his head box
"Only by reputation. In Madripoor, he is judge, jury, and executioner." Zemo said as another man walked up behind him. He looked at the two soldiers before a light smirk appeared onto his face.
No.
No.
No.
No.
Please Zemo, please don't make me kill him.
"солдаты, нападение." (soldiers, attack) he said as a hand went onto his shoulder.
Bucky grabbed the hand with his metal arm as Cecelia walked up behind him. Another man came over as Bucky pulled the man's arm from its socket, flipping him onto the floor.
A man went at Cecelia, she she caught his punch. She twisted his arm before kicking his back.
Don't kill anyone, Cecelia. Just fight. Not a killer, no need to hurt anyone.
They continued in hand to hand combat, fighting the many who challenged them. Glass broke, as well as tables. As they fought.
Cecelia had ended up snapping a man's neck, against her will. She'd looked at Zemo who had nodded his head.
"Хорошие солдаты выполняют приказы." (Good soldiers follow orders) He had said to her before hearing a crunch. He'd dropped the the floor as many people took their guns out.
Cecelia felt a shiver go down her spine as Sam stared at the man on the floor.
You're a killer, Celia.
A murdering machine.
An animal.
She saw Bucky choking a man, his neck on the counter in his metal arm. Sam went to out his hand on Bucky's shoulder, telling him to stop.
"Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us." Zemo warned him as Cecelia felt her heart beating faster than ever.
"Молодцы, солдаты." (Well done, soldiers) Zemo said, Cecelia glanced up at him. Her eyes emotionless, they were dark. Nothing showed but blue and green.
"Selby will see you now." The bartender said as the man choked under Bucky.
"Thank you." Zemo said as Bucky let him go.
"You good?" Sam asked them, Cecelia looked at him as Bucky walked away.
"It'll be over soon, stay strong, Cecelia."
I don't wanna be strong anymore. Tasha said I didn't have to be strong.
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FanfictionBehind The Winter Soldier was the Hydra Soldier. The Hydra Soldier was his student, his right hand man, his partner. The Hydra Soldier was a kid, a little girl by the name of Celia.
