We get to Madripoor. Bucky as the Winter Soldier, Zemo as himself, me as an unidentified (ex) black widow assassin (I have temporary brown hair dye in though and some heavy eyeliner that would make me damn hard to recognize), and Sam as Conrad Mack (Smiling Tiger)
Sam: We have to fix this. I'm the only one who looks like a pimp.
Zemo: Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp.
Me: ...no 'cause he's onto something. and you don't get to complain, I am in thigh-high heels.
Sam: you wear that shit all the time.
me: One MET gala is not all the time, and I wasn't fighting there, either.
Zemo: nonetheless we all look the part we are supposed to be playing. Just remember, no matter what happens we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There is no margin for error.
me: *I better not have to prove I am a whore*
Zemo: High Town is that way, a great placeif you wanna visit, but Low Town's the other way.
Sam: Let me guess, we don't have any friends in High Town.
*We walk in*
me: *fidgeting with my widow blasters on my wrists*
Sam: you ok?
me: *ignores him*
Bartender: Hello. I wasn't expecting to see you, Smiling Tiger.
Zemo: His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.
Bartender: The usual?
Sam: *nods*
Bartender: *pulls out snake*
Zemo: Smiling Tiger, your favorite.
Sam: *oh God kill me* one for the lady too, please *he gestures to me*
me: *silently: fuck u*
Zemo & I: *unflinchingly take shots*
Sam: mmmm *eventually takes it*
???: *walks up to Zemo* Got word from round high, you ain't welcome around here.
Zemo: I have no business with the power broker, but if he insists he can either come and talk to me... *gestures to Bucky*
???: new haircut?
Zemo: --or bring Selby for a chat.
Bucky: A power broker? really?
Zemo: every kingdom needs it's king. Let's just pray we stay under his radar.
Sam: do you know him?
Zemo: only by reputation. in Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner.
???: *walks up behind Zemo*
Zemo: *in Russian* Winter soldier. Attack.
Bucky: *attacks & kicks ass*
Zemo: Didn't take much for him to fall back into form...
me: ... *this is bad*
everyone else: *guns cocking, ready to shoot Bucky like a feral dog*
me: *stays in character*
Zemo: *in Russian* at ease, soldier.
Bucky: *lets the guy go*
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Daughter of America: a Y/N Rodgers x Bucky Barnes Fanfic (slowburn)
FanfictionEver since I found out I am the daughter of Steve Rodgers nothing has been the same.
