YN exited the bathroom with a deep frown, her hair pulled behind her and fresh set of clothes on. She was feeling on edge and frustrated, causing her to glare at anyone and everyone who decided to speak with her.
"Hey-"
"Go away." She grumbled, placing herself on the sofa, kicking her heeled feet onto the coffee table. Bucky frowned as he perched across from her, watching her slide down and cross her arms.
"Don't crinkle that blazer, YN," Sharon chastised. "Otherwise, I'll be changing you again." YN rolled her eyes, watching Sharon walk down the stairs. YN was only just noticing Sam standing by the clothes rack, his shirt abandoned, leaving his bare chest on view for everyone. "Much better." Sharon chuckled, making YN's fists clench.
Sam immediately flicked his gaze to YN, knowing she would have hated the blonde's comment. Smiling he pulled a shirt over his head and moved to sit by her on the couch, close enough that YN could smell the musky scent of his cologne, but far enough away to annoy her.
"What's going on, Sharon? You don't ever wanna come back home?" Sam asked, leaning back against the couch, his arms spread out. YN felt his hand rest behind her head, and she looked to her lap to hide a smile as he started toying with the hair there.
"They'll lock me up if I step foot back in the States." She sighed. "Madripoor doesn't allow extradition."
"Look, I'm sorry I didn't call, but after The Blip and the chaos, I just..." YN frowned at the pleading tone in Sam's voice, her confusion growing as Sharon smirked, her tongue running over her bottom lip as she glanced at Sam.
"Look, you know the whole hero thing is a joke, right?" Sharon laughed. "The way you gave up that shield, deep down, you must know it's all hypocrisy."
Bucky scoffed as Sharon sat by him, crossing his arms and glaring at Sam. "He knows. And not so deep down."
"Oh, give it a rest Bucky." YN shook her head, her pent-up frustration peeking through again.
"By the way, how is the new Cap?" YN gave Sharon a deadpan look at the question, her mind reeling as to whether the blonde was even aware about Steve.
"Don't even get me started." Bucky groaned, rubbing his eyes.
"Please. You buy into all that stars and stripes bullshit." Sharon snickered. "Before you were his pet psychopath," her point landed on Zemo who grinned. "You were Mr. America! Cap's best friend."
YN chuckled behind her hand as Bucky looked at the blonde woman, a highly offended shock leaving his mouth. "Wow." He muttered. "She's kind of awful now."
"I am sorry," Sharon eventually said, leaning forward to place a hand on YN's leg, giving her knee a light squeeze. "About Steve. He was a good man."
YN winced, nodding her head and feeling Sam's hand squeeze the base of her neck in comfort. "Thanks, Sharon." YN murmured, giving the blonde a smile. "I'm sorry that things didn't work-" Sharon shook her head, waving YN's apology off and making the woman sigh in relief, knowing the conversation would be highly uncomfortable anyway.
"Karli Morgenthau and at least seven others have taken the serum." Sam said, his fingers still dancing across YN's neck.
"You guys really should steer clear of all of this for your own safety." Sharon said, looking genuinely concerned. YN sighed, rubbing her palms along the tops of her thighs nervously.
"We know it's a risk, but we won't leave until we find the one who cracked the code." YN said lowly. "I've been finding and destroying this stuff since 1949, I'm not going to stop now because some kids thought it was a good idea to ruin their lives."
"We got a name." Bucky said, glancing at YN sadly. "Wilfred Nagel."
"He works for the Power Broker." Sharon commented.
"We need your help, Sharon." YN pleaded, Bucky and Sam nodding their heads in response.
"We could get your name cleared." Sam added.
"You haggling with my life?"
"Not like that." Sam shook his head, removing his touch from YN as he leant forward, looking more engaged in Sharon.
"I don't buy that. You pretending like you can clear my name." Sharon said, and YN grew frustrated, getting to her feet to look over a painting on the wall. Her eyes drifted around the room, landing on curious brown. She frowned as Zemo smirked behind a glass of whiskey, his eye flicking between YN and Sam, making the woman blush and look away.
"Okay, maybe it is hypocrisy." Sam said, also getting to his feet. "Maybe you're right. What happened to you. But I'm willing to try if you are." He continued. "They cleared the bionic staring machine, and he killed almost everybody he's met."
"I heard that." Bucky grumbled, crossing his arms in annoyance.
"I don't trust charity." Sharon countered.
"Alright then, a deal." YN piped up, snatching the attention of everyone in the room. "You help us, we'll get your name cleared."
Sharon ran a hand through her hair as she and YN stared each other down, the blonde searching the super soldier's expression for any ounce of mistrust. Finally, with a sigh, Sharon relented. "Well, I sell to some pretty connected people." She murmured, getting to her feet. "Lay low, blend in, enjoy the party. Try to stay outta trouble. I'll see what I can find."
Sam, YN and Bucky nodded as she left, the three of them finally feeling as though they were moving forward with their mission. Zemo cleared him throat as he lifted a glass of whiskey in his fist. "Whiskey anyone?"
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YN was leaning against a wall with a full glass of wine in her fist, her eyes dancing around the room, searching for anything that could be labeled suspicious. She took a small sip, making a quiet noise of approval when the taste was more enjoyable than expected. Once again, she found herself scanning the room, snorting low in her throat when her gaze landed on Zemo, who was dancing awkwardly to the beat of the music.
She lifted the glass to her mouth to take another sip when another body swooped in beside her, stopping her actions quickly. Her spine straightened at the intruder, her tongue dragging over her chapped lips before she turned to him.
"Good evening." YN swallowed, painting a friendly smile on her mouth as to not make a scene.
"Hello," she smiled. "Having a good night?"
"Much better now." YN chuckled, averting her gaze before she could roll her eyes. "I swear I've seen your face before, do I know you?"
YN swallowed again, this time nervously as she lifted the glass and finally took her sip. "I think I just have one of those faces." She answered, trying to keep her face as hidden as possible. "Look, I think I better go-"
"Hey, hey," the man stopped her. "Don't run off, don't you want to have some fun." His hand wrapped around YN's elbow and the woman was tempted to rip it from his grip, even if it did, most likely, take his whole hand with it. "No," he shook his head as he raked his eyes over her features again. "I know your face from somewhere for sure-"
YN quickly, and as gently as she could, removed his hand and stepped away with a shake of her head. "No, you really don't."
She moved away from him at a brisk pace but she could feel him following her, his shouts gaining attention from other patrons as she sifted through the bodies on the dance floor. Two hands wound around her waist as she tried to filter herself into the group of bodies, making her breath still in her lungs.
"You okay, princess?" YN sighed, relaxing her body against Sam's as she watched the man from earlier walk straight past them, a frown of frustration on his face.
"I'm okay," she whispered, turning in Sam's arms and smiling. Sam grinned but let his arms fall to his sides quickly as Bucky approached, making YN frown and look to her feet.
"What was that about?" Bucky said, standing close to YN's side and making her roll her eyes. "That guy was set on you."
"Yeah, a face like mine will do that to you, Buck." YN snicked, pushing her fist lightly against his shoulder. Sam chuckled as he leant against the wall in front of her, he looked so attractive that YN had to avert her gaze to stop a blush from tinting her cheeks.
"Hey, guys." Sharon interrupted, saddling up beside the three of them, Zemo following close behind. "I found Nagel."