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9. falling bricks

📍MADRIPOOR

Walking in the darkness, with the streetlights shining down on them. Y/n gripped onto Bucky's hand who held onto it tightly, he wasn't saying anything since he had to be the winter soldier once more.

"Why do I and Sam look like hookers, no offence Sam," Y/n mentioned, looking over to the man who was dressed as if he was a pimp. Wearing a purple and green suit, that looked very expensive.

"I was thinking more of a pimp and his mistress," Sam corrected, and Y/n nodded her head.

She was wearing a wine red velvet dress, straps low and back out. The fabric went along her legs, and her necklaces were taken off, "Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man, and a beauti-"

Bucky glared over at Zemo, protectively already cause of the dress. "a beautiful woman would be a pimp with his hooker,"

"It's not our fault, I'm not even American," Y/n snapped back towards, Zemo furrowing her eyebrows just now remembering.

"You both look like the roles you would be playing, blending in with everyone in here," Zemo continued to explain, "The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka The Smiling Tiger," and he passed the phone to Sam, showing him a picture of a man that looked just like him wearing the same outfit.

"He even has a bad nickname," Sam got a look at the picture, "Hell, he does look like me though,"

"And what about me-" Y/n questioned, walking in her heels that were already hurting her feet, "Cause if we don't hurry, I'm going to bleed to death being impaled by these heels, that aren't my size, and they sting"

"You, Black Widow, Y/n, you answer to Black Widow-" Zemo explained, "and it was James' idea- to have the nightshade present as the Winter Solider's date, the story is that he trained you after I found you from the rubble of the re-"

"I understand" Y/n cut him off, not wanting to hear any more detail.

Zemo responded, "You smell this?"

"Someone smells really bad," Y/n pointed out, with the smell that was touch and strong going through her nose.

"Yeah," Sam turned to him, "What is it? Acid?"

"Madripoor. No matter what happens we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. The high town's that way."

A black car slowed to a stop in front of them and Zemo led the trio forward, "Not a bad place to visit, but Low town's the other way."

"Let me guess. You don't have any friends in High town."

Bucky placed his hand on Y/n's back, causing her to glare over at him. "You look really good in this dress," He commented, while Sam and Zemo exchanged a couple of words.

"If I step on your toes with my heels, traitor" She muttered, ducking her head and getting into the car with her legs closed so she didn't wind up flashing anyone.

Bucky couldn't help but grin, ducking his head and getting into the car following after her. Y/n sat in between Sam and Bucky, with her legs closed Bucky's hand couldn't hel itself and rested on Y/n's clothed thigh.

Rain came down on the car, with the city lights ahead of them, and the beautiful budlings towering over the car. Y/n was elbowed by Sam causing her to turn and look out the window to see them being surrounded by motorcycles.

Y/n looked at the man on the motorcycle before noticing a gun holster on his leg, causing her to shift in her seat looking forward and letting the blue lights hit her face.