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12. power broker

Flashing lights viewed her vision with the smell of alcohol flickering in the air, loud music blasted as if it was a club. Bodies were pressed all against one another, partying among the paintings.

Everyone was dressed flashy; Zemo, Y/n, Bucky and Sam all stood next to the bar. Zemo seemed to be enjoying himself looking around and seeing what he was going to do first. Sam looked around stressed otherwise, Bucky looked as if he wanted to leave and hide away.

Y/n just looked upon everyone, since she had never partied before having those years of her life just taken away from her.

The music continued to play loudly with no lyrics just the beat; Zemo walked away from them looking at the paintings more closely. Sam was talking to someone about the paints, "Can you believe these are real?" Y/n heard him say while furrowing her eyebrows, trying not to laugh at him.

She went over grabbing some food off of the small plates people were holding, "I didn't know a party was for appetizers?" A man's voice echo'd through her ears; Y/n cocked her head to the side.

There was a man with curly black hair wearing a scarf and hat indoors which was her most confusing aspect. "Mhm" Was the only thing that Y/n said to him, before taking another bite from the small cheese.

"Buying any art?" He continued to try and talk to her; he had the vibe as if he was confident and more trying to be a masculine type of man when that wasn't what he looked like at all. "Yeah, I came from LA for this show," He bragged.

Y/n hummed once more, enjoying the cheese more than the conversation. "LA...very fun"

"Your Russian!?" He said surprised, "How are you?" He mocked a Russian accent, causing her to furrow her eyebrows and looked around not seeing Bucky anywhere to jump in on the conversation.

But in the distance, she saw Zemo dancing with himself pumping his fist lowly.

"cynk" Y/n muttered under her breath, taking another cheese.

"Why don't I buy you some wine?" He continued to ask, obviously not getting the hint that she wasn't interested in him. "Watch me walk away with some cool art, Babe?"

'nope' Y/n thought, getting ready to turn before she felt Bucky's hand slide down her stomach holding onto her waist, causing her stomach to turn into itself, hating him for being late and also hating him for touching her this way.

"Everything okay, doll?" Bucky questioned looking down towards her.

"You-Your" The man studdered seeing Bucky, "The winter soldier!? No way dude,"

"Okay, we're leaving," Y/n held onto Bucky's hand turning him around and into the crowd. Knowing both of them were quickly going to become uncomfortable.

Pushing Bucky away from the man, he looked down at her, fixing his coat "You wanted me to suffer?" Y/n sassed turning and looking at him while people partied around them; lighting up the mood even though they weren't arguing.

"I think the proper word is thank you," Bucky nodded looking at her.

"I should have gone with him," She teased obviously wanting to sever a nerve, "Even if his Russian accent was offensive and he was very very annoying, I mean really annoying..."

Bucky looked at her his eyes almost fixed on her, even if she wasn't looking at him noticing the way her (Y/S/T) looked so soft in this lighting; noticing the smallest details on her face while she ranted about how annoyed she was.

"I mean, I wanted some appetizers before we did whatever," She ranted crossing her arms, "It wasn't even good cheese,"

Bucky leaned down connecting their lips, causing her head to go back a little and the aftershave of his beard to go across her skin. She took a second to process it before leaning into the kiss and kissing him back; sharing their breath.