The car ride to wherever Sharon was staying was short and quiet, no one really said anything the whole ride just looking out the window; with Sharon sitting at the front of the wheel. Y/n glanced over looking at Bucky.
She knew that something was up, he didn't like going back to that feeling. Getting out of the car; the wind blew over her body as she crossed her arms for heat.
But they winded up finding themself in the gallery of paintings, which was in a darkened-lit room. "Looks like breaking all these laws is treating you well," Sam spoke up while Y/n exclaimed in one of the paintings that were in front of her.
"Might need to get back to my widow days," Y/n joked, but because of the tone of her voice, it wasn't a clear joke. But she didn't correct herself and just let the joke roam the air they were in.
"I thought if I had to hustle, might as well enjoy the life of a hustler," Sharon replied, "You know how much I get for a real Monet?"
"Deactivate your hustle mode. You sell fake Monets."
"So these aren't real?" Y/n questioned along with Sam.
"No, She means real," Zemo contradicted his statement, "This gallery is specialized in stolen artwork. Monet. Van Gogh. Classics."
"If they're classics how come I haven't heard of Monet?" Y/n sassed looking towards Zemo.
"Cause you spent half of your life controlled," He truthfully answered, Y/n nodded turning back to the paintings.
"It's true. You know," Bucky added as Y/n walked next to Sam, "Half the artwork in museums like Louvre is fake. Real stuff sits in places like this."
"Okay, guys," Sam pulled out his phone out of his pocket and looked down at it to crosscheck their words, "I see what you're doing. You're more worldly than good old Sam."
Y/n went to his left, looking over his shoulder. "Yeah? What does google say?" Bucky strolled past Y/n and Sam.
The three of them happened to be telling the truth about the paintings.
"No shit," Y/n muttered, lifting her head up and looking at it all.
"Woah," Sam said in the same tone.
Both of them glanced at each other before doing a double take with the painting. At this point, Sam was her brother, one that she had never had.
"You guys need to change. I'm hosting clients in an hour," Sharon informed walking towards the elevator.
"Anytime now, please," Y/n said with a grunt, pushing Sam forward as he looked dumbfounded at all of the paintings.
Getting into Sharon's place, it was nicer than Y/n expected. Sharon let her change in her bedroom. Y/n had bruises on her back and forearm from the fighting; groaning she dug in the old pocket of her old clothes grabbed an Advil and popped it.
She sat on Sharon's bed, wearing a black tank top, with vintage jeans that almost hung off of her hips covering the platforms she replaced for the heels. Huffing while sitting on Sharon's bed Y/n just stared off looking at the bracelet on her arm.
The first thing that she had ever gotten; was old and beat up after all these years.
Y/n had missed Natasha a lot, so much time was wasted and taken away from her, and of course, she was mad about it. Yet she had another older sister, she didn't want the same thing to happen.
Reaching into her pocket, Y/n took out her phone and dialled Yelena's number. Putting the phone to her ear, it just rang and rang before just beeping. Y/n pressed off the phone and turned her phone off before placing it back in her jean pocket.
Throwing her head back with a sigh, she stood up brushed off her pants and made her way to the main living area where everyone else was.
"Please," Sharon chuckled, "You buy into all that stars and striped bullshit. Before you were his pet psychopath, you were Mr America! Cap's best friend," she laughed.
"And my first mission," Y/n said with a pursed smile, walking into the room and joining them. Bucky glanced over to her nodding his head.
"They both are worse," Bucky said turning to Sam, Y/n frowned her lip playfully turning to the coat rack that was at the side of the room and Sam was just walking away from it.
"Karli Morgenthau and at least seven others have taken the serum," Sam settled down next to Sharon.
"You guys really should be clear of all of this for your own safety," Sharon shook her head; looking at the three; Sam, Y/n and Bucky.
Y/n had gone over grabbing a black long cloak removable with faux fur. Y/n pouted her lip at it before putting the coat on her, letting it go with her outfit which does perfectly.
"We know it's a risk, but we won't leave until we find the one who cracked the code." Sam continued.
"We got a name," Bucky said, sitting on the side of the couch, with whiskey in his hand. "Wilfred Nagel."
Y/n grabbed a glass of whiskey walked over and joined Bucky, sitting right next to him leaning on him a bit.
No one answered Bucky, But Sharon got up and walked towards Zemo; "Nagel works for The Power Broker," Grabbing another glass.
"Good, so we kill this power broker person and destroy everything else," Y/n causally said, taking a sip from the whiskey and letting it burn the inside of her mouth. Trying to move the fluff of her sleeve away from her mouth.
Sam furrowed his eyebrows towards Y/n shaking his head, "No," He simply said. "We need your help, Sharon," Sam stood up and walked towards her, "I can get your name cleared."
Sharon poured herself a glass of vodka and turned to Sam, "You haggling with my life?" Sharon huffed, pouring herself a glass of liquor. "—I don't buy it. You pretending like you can clear my name."
"Is everything okay?" Y/n asked, looking at Bucky with her legs folded next to her, sitting on the couch in a sideway position.
"Mhm," Bucky nodded; just humming before. "You?"
She replied with the same hum, "Mhm,"
"Okay, maybe it is hypocrisy. Maybe you're right. What happened to you?" Sam spoke, standing in front of Sharon trying to convince her of the best that he was able to do. "But I'm willing to try if you are. They cleared a bionic staring machine, and he killed almost everybody he's met and Y/n killed everyone she met."
"We heard that," Y/n and Bucky spoke in unison, but Bucky was glaring down at the glass in his hand.
"I don't trust charity," Sharon swirled the drink in her hand.
"Fine, I am starving and want to get this over with," Y/n said, knowing that Sam wasn't getting anywhere with her; Standing up from the couch and looking over at Sharon. "With all honesty; we're all tired...and me and you are new with each other-"
"Where is this going?" Sam whispered to her.
"Shush" Y/n put her finger out, shushing him. "What you did back there was pretty cool, very cool, for saving their asses, points gained in my book...Sharon Carter-'
"Sharon"
"Sharon Carter," Y/n continued, tired of being cut off, "You help us, we can help you," But she paused for a second, "Sam can help you, I don't know any legal people,"
"Well," she took a sip from her glass, "I sell to some pretty connected people. Lay low, blend in, and enjoy the party," Sharon said walking away, and about to make her way up the steps. "Try to stay outta trouble. I'll see what I can find."
"Trouble," Zemo shrugged holding his glass.
"беда" Y/n repeated, in almost a why not.
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Fanfiction⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⧗ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛, Y/n Ivanov had a hard life as an assassin from the red room. She grew up separated from her family. As the youngest of the group, she had no idea at the time that everything was fake. When learning her way throu...
