so bad guys can't see me bleed

•tape forty-three•

Sam glances around before answering the phone and putting it on speaker. He scratches his chin. "Hello?"

"Hey, um, we need to talk about this situation," a girl says on the phone. "It's been driving me nuts."

"What situation exactly are you talking about?" Sam asks.

"Are you high?" the girl asks as Selby walks around Bucky, looking him over before looking me over and going back to Bucky. "You know what situation. It's the only situation me and you have."

"What situation, Sarah? Say it."

"The damn boat. And watch your tone, okay?" Selby walks over to Zemo and puts her hand on the back of the chair he is sitting on. "I let you slide at the bank."

Sam scoffs. "The bank. Yeah. Laundered so much," he chuckles. "Yeah, they'll come around."

"If that was the case, then why'd they dog you out, Big Time?"

"Yeah, you damn right I'm Big Time," Sam says. "You'll see when I have that banker killed."

"Cass! What'd I tell you about the Cherrios? I don't have time for this! Sam, I'm sorry. I'll call you back."

"'Sam'?" Selby asks. "Who's Sam? Kill them!"

A bullet goes through some glass and hits Selby in the chest, making her fall down.

Sam turns and starts to fight with the guard behind him. Another gunshot goes off, and Bucky gets the guy on the ground and the gun from him when Zemo gets out of the chair.

A guard comes around the corner and goes to shoot Bucky. I grab out the knife from inside my boot and fling it at the guard. It hits him in the forehead and he falls to the ground.

"Zemo," I say as he passes by the man. "Knife." He yanks it out of the man's head before tossing it to me. I catch it and wipe if off on a chair before putting it back in my boot.

The four of us go over to a set of doors. I grab my pistol out from between my shoulder blades and cock it. Bucky and I both point our guns and get ready to shoot.

"They're gonna blame this on us," Sam says.

Zemo sighs. "We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead."

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With my pistol back in its place in my back, and the others without the weapons, the four of us quickly walk down the street.

"This is not good," Zemo mumbles as everyone's phones around us start to chime.

The lights above us go out, then we're getting shot at.

"Shit!" Sam yells.

Bucky and Sam and I all start running one way while Zemo runs a different way and we all continue to get shot at.

"I can't run in these heels!"

We round the corner as motorcycles star to drive behind us. We stop short when we hear gunshots and the men on the motorcycles get shot down from someone in a window. We look around, trying to find someone.

"Looks like you have a guardian angel," Zemo says, coming over to us.

"Well, this is too perfect."

We look over as Sharon comes out of the shadows with a pistol pointed at Zemo. She takes off her hood and tilts her head.

"Drop it, Zemo," she says to him.

Zemo bends on the ground and drops his gun. "Sharon?" Bucky asks, furrowing his brows.