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sweetbuckybarnes · 2 years ago

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Who is This?: Chapter 1

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky had a wife during the 40s, she was left heartbroken after the telegram arrived (missing, presumed dead). It's surprising when 80 years later, she was working behind a bar in Madripoor of all places!

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Bucky followed Sam and Zemo into a loud bar, he immediately wanted to turn around and go home, why had Zemo demanded he go back to being the Winter Soldier (even if it was one night)?

The sound of heavy drums and guitars also deafened his hearing, a song he had come to learn was The Wild Boy by a band called Duran Duran. A few bartenders and waitresses were walking around, there was only one who stuck out to him - a dark-haired young woman who reminded him too much of his departed wife.

His heart breaks even more, thinking of the woman he had left behind, his girl. The love of his life. Bucky doesn't think he will ever 'get over' her.

The way the young woman walked, carrying a tray of empty glasses (before being tossed an empty bottle by a patron), was so similar to the way his girl walked in the hole-in-the-wall diner she worked in.

She wasn't quick enough to duck under the bar before they got to the door leading upstairs (which was coincidentally next to the bar), Zemo was talking to the bouncer. "Excuse me, gentlemen," the young woman said, squeezing between the back of Zemo and the front of Bucky. Which is when he got a good look at her face.

There she was.

His girl. His wife.

He couldn't even say anything to her, as he was taken upstairs and away from his girl. He could only hope he would be allowed back in at the end of the night to see her.

Y/N Barnes made her way behind the bar, glancing up at the TV where the Kansas City Chiefs were currently playing the Buffalo Bills at Arrowhead Stadium, then down at her phone which showed the live score of the Dodgers game against the San Francisco Giants.

She had been a long-time Dodgers girl, even after she found out they had moved from Brooklyn to Los Angeles.

"Did you see the way he was looking at you?" Yasmine asked, pushing a dry Martini in front of a 26-year-old woman.

Y/N looked up from the glasses she was putting in the dishwasher. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"One of the men who went upstairs. The way he was looking at you," Yasmine fans her hand for dramatic effect. "I would drop my panties for him in a millisecond."

"Like you don't do that every night."

Yasmine rolled her eyes and served the next half-drunk who had come to the bar.

"Don't listen to her," Anastasia told her, rolling her eyes as Yasmine flirted with her current flavour of the week.

"It's not often I do, darling," Y/N replied, fiddling with Anastasia's curls for a second, before spotting a patron. "What can I get for you, darling?"

He hung off the bar, obviously far too drunk to understand what was going on. "Another beer and your phone number," he slurred.

She shook her head, reaching over and grabbing him another beer. As far as the boss of the bar (whoever that was) was concerned unless they were unconscious- why should you stop serving them? Y/N thought it wasn't right, but no matter how often she voiced this - she was shut down.

She set the beer in front of him and then went to the register to add it to his bill (good thing she currently has his credit card behind the bar).

"Oi, sweet cheeks!" He calls, but Y/N doesn't pay attention looking over at Yasmine and Anastasia with a raised eyebrow. "Sweet cheeks! I asked for your number."

Y/N replied by simply raising her hand proudly displaying her engagement and wedding rings to the drunk. It was only a small diamond (given Bucky worked on the docks before he was deployed), and the plain band she inherited from her great-grandmother.

"What's the matter with that 'un?" He hiccups. "He got you costume jewellery or somethin'?"

Y/N shook her head. "I'm going into the back for a moment," she tells Aidan.

Little did the drunk patron know, all those years ago, this was the date she was handed the telegraph - putting in such blunt words. Her James was missing, they presumed him to be dead. It breaks her heart that they never got to have a proper funeral.

"You alright, honey?" Elizabeth (another one of the waitresses) asked, she had been outside on her break. Elizabeth was the only one who knew her true age and about her James.

"It's the day I found out James was missing," Y/N said, before bursting into more tears.

Elizabeth wrapped Y/N up in a hug, everyone oblivious to the fact that Y/N's presumed dead husband was now running through the bar, flocked by Sam and Zemo, and into the alley behind the bar.

When Bucky was sure Zemo, Sam and Sharon were asleep, he slipped out of the safe house and into the night - determined to find out if the woman he saw in the bar was that of his (presumably? should be?) dead wife.

He eventually made his way to the front door of the bar, the bouncers had long since gone home. He could see lights on in the building and just about make out words being spoken thanks to the Super Soldier serum running through his veins.

He grasped the handle and gave it a push, the door hadn't been locked, as it gave beneath the slight push.

He could see three young women sitting on the bar, a man who was counting the money from the register and another man who was dancing.

The young woman sitting closest to the bar, had golden curls hanging around her head. "Mark, you didn't lock the door!"

The man dancing, Mark, looked over at Bucky, eyes widening when he saw the size of Bucky. "I say we just serve him, then lock the door behind him."

As the bartenders and waitress argued amongst themselves, Bucky's eyes never left the woman in the middle. It looked as if she had been crying. "Babydoll?"

The woman stopped giggling, tipping her head back to normal and looked at him, before dropping her glass as tears welled up in her eyes. "James?"

The curly-haired woman gasped, setting her glass down and giving Y/N a push off the bar.

Bucky held his arms out to catch her as her feet landed on the floor. He couldn't stop looking at her big eyes, he'd always loved her big expressive eyes. He always knew how she was feeling by just a look in her eyes.

"James? Is that you?" Her hand came out slowly, and shakily, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing in front of her.

"Hi, babydoll," Bucky smiled, tears starting to fall down his cheeks, a heavy sob held tightly in his chest at the moment in time. As soon as her fingers met his skin, Bucky let out a heavy sigh of relief, reaching over and pulling her into his arms. Y/N's arms dug themselves away from his chest and up around his neck before her hand soon started fiddling with his hair.

The couple stood there for a moment, finally finding their slice of peace. Some came barging into the bar, and the dark-haired woman who had been sitting on the other side of Y/N practically demanded Mark lock the door before the Hounds of Baskerville came in.

Y/N was so happy to finally have her James back in her arms, but there was a whirling sound she couldn't let go. "What's that noise?"

Bucky looked from his wife to his arm and back to his bride. "I'll explain everything to you later, but... I lost my arm, and I now have a prosthetic one," he tells her, letting go of her for a moment so he could take his glove off and show her the black and gold Vibranium one he had made.

"Ok, James. It's a good thing you gave me this," she reached beneath her top and pulled a ring out from beneath, hanging from a chain. "Before you were deployed."

Bucky smiled, cupping her face so he could kiss her. Bucky pulled away chuckling a little. "Babydoll, will you please put my ring back on?"

She reached behind her to unclasp the chain, and slid Bucky's band off, "if it doesn't fit we'll get it resized."

"I don't care what size it is, as long as you put my ring back where it belongs," Bucky almost growled, a piece of him falling back into place with the ring back on his finger.

The next morning - Sam, Zemo and Sharon came into the living room, seeing Bucky sleeping on the sofa (Sam was expecting this, after being told by Steve), however, there was a lump lying next to Bucky they didn't recognise.

Sam slowly makes his way over, gently easing down the thick blanket lying over Bucky and the lump.

Lying there, practically on top of the 'bionic staring machine' was a young woman.

"Did he somehow pick up a girl?" Sam whispered. Sam and Sharon were trying to be quiet - however, Zemo (who didn't care) started clattering around the kitchen, causing Bucky to wake up in a start, which then caused the young woman to look up with tired owl-like eyes.

"What the hell is going on?" Bucky nearly demanded, keeping his arms wrapped around his companion.

Sam raised his eyebrow. "I could ask you the same question, Barnes?" Sam looked at the young woman in Bucky's arms. "Who is this?"

Bucky looked down at her, Sam watched as a smile grew on his face. "This is Y/N. Y/N Barnes. My wife."

#bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #sam wilson #sharon carter #baron zemo #takes place in the falcon and the winter soldier #this had been going around in my head for DAYS!!!#1k #2k

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dameronspector · 2 months ago

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Philophobia (Part 7)

Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Stark!Reader, Sam Wilson x Platonic!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Platonic!Reader

Chapter Summary: You, Sam, Bucky and Zemo make your way to Madripoor to meet up with Zemo’s contact. Joaquin asks you a question and you doubt yourself. Madripoor is shady and you meet someone who was MIA for years.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Slight Fluff, Revisiting Past, Mentions of Depression and Phobias, Isolation, Loneliness, Guns/Bullets, Alcohol, Smoking, Steve Rogers Hate- click off if you’re not interested in that, Bucky is forced to act brainwashed (that scene from ep03), that’s all i think!

AN: sorry, no joaquin in this but there’s some crumbs! This chapter is mostly about Sam, Bucky and Reader!

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Zemo's butler wheel in a tray filled with drinks and food and noticed him say something to the butler. Sam and Bucky mostly kept quiet, Sam being the one to ask questions here and there but you could see Bucky’s face set in an irritated expression and it almost made you laugh at how he looked like a pissed off cat.

You had chosen to zone out for the most of it, keeping your headphones on and daydreaming because you were still reeling from the departure from Joaquin, when you suddenly noticed a quick movement and saw that Bucky had his hand wrapped around Zemo’s throat, his face showing fury. You immediately straightened up and threw your headphones aside to make your way towards them.

“Whoa, hey. What’s wrong?”, you asked Bucky in alarm and wrapped a hand around his bicep, pulling him away from Zemo. Bucky spared an annoyed glance towards Zemo, his jaw clenched tightly.

“I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier”, Zemo replied calmly.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked between them, “What?”

Bucky looked uncomfortable with the attention so he just shook his head and gently shrugged your hand off before walking back to his seat.

You looked at Sam and he just shrugged helplessly. Letting out an exhausted sigh, you chose to sit on the arm of Bucky's seat, to act as a barrier between him and Zemo.

“Don’t push it.”

“I’ve seen that book. It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What’d you think?”, Sam asked Bucky with curiosity.

“I like ’40s music, so…”

“You didn’t like it?”, Sam asked in an incredulous tone.

“I liked it”, Bucky replied nonchalantly. You chuckled under your breath. They were back to fighting like a married couple.

“It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience”, Zemo confessed and you and Sam turned to look at him in the same weirded out manner.

Sam grimaced but admitted, “He’s out of line, but he’s right. It’s great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.”

“I like Marvin Gaye”, once again Bucky replied in a 'couldn’t care less' manner.

“Steve adored Marvin Gaye”, Sam exclaimed, irritated with Bucky’s indifference.

“You must have really looked up to Steve. But I realized something when I met him. The danger with people like him, America’s Super Soldiers, is that we put them on pedestals”, Zemo conceded in his breathy voice and you froze.

Actually shocked at his confession and shocked at the fact that you and him shared something in common: a dislike and critique for Steve. Although his dislike was in a more lethal way, you found it funny nonetheless.

“Watch your step, Zemo”, Sam warned.

You let out a loud scoff and all three of them turned to look at you. Checking your nails in an unbothered manner, you quipped, “I can’t believe we have something in common, Zemo.”

The entire cabin was quiet at that. Sam and Bucky stared at you in disbelief and Zemo looked at you with a smirk. You sensed the tension and coughed to clear it, "Carry on."

Zemo threw one last look at you before continuing, “They become symbols. Icons. And then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought. You remember that, right? As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull? That is why we’re going to Madripoor.”

Bucky pursed his lips while Sam made a face, "What's up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it's Skull Island."

You opened your mouth to explain before Bucky beat you to it, "It's an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s."

"It's kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone. And (Name)-"

"-is not going anywhere", Sam conceded firmly. You snapped your head towards him.

"What's that supposed to mean", you asked him in a warning tone.

"That means that you're not goin' anywhere. You’ll stay and wait til' we come back", he replied in a tone laced with finality.

You rolled your eyes, "Dude, you cannot be serious. You want me to be alone in a shady place like that?"

"Listen-"

"Sam", Bucky interjected, "They obviously know more about this place than you. Plus, they can fight. We could really use someone for backup, especially with this...clown with us", Bucky reasoned, calling Zemo as the clown and admitting that he did not trust him either. That made you relax and you threw an appreciative look towards Bucky.

Zemo ignored Bucky's jab and nodded his head, "Yes, the little Stark has experience, knowledge and stealth. They can keep an eye on us while being undercover, in case, something goes wrong. They’ll act as my assistant. We will talk in Russian, only”, Zemo instructed and you reluctantly nodded your head.

Sam let out a dejected sigh and looked at you in disappointment before speaking up, "But if you do anything s-" "-stupid you will bench me immediately. Yeah, I know", you finished for him and he glared at you half heartedly.

You just shrugged and addressed Zemo, your tone clipped and stern, "If you try to do anything crazy while we’re there...", he just raised his hands in a surrender motion.

While you were getting ready to put on the very expensive and very chic all black suit and trench coat given to you by Zemo, your phone's buzzing distracted you from the task at hand. You opened it to see that you had received some texts from Joaquin. Involuntary butterflies fluttered in your stomach and you bit your lip to stop the smile from spreading across your face.

You opened the messages and saw that he had sent three in a row:

Flyboy: hi Flyboy: hope u landed safely Flyboy: how are u

You let out a soft giggle before replying

You: hey flyboy You: will land in a few You: i am okay. did you reach back to the base safely?

Flyboy: yep. already back at work. 😵‍💫 Flyboy: missing you tho

That second text almost made you drop the phone but you noticed that he had attached a picture of pancakes. Your cheeks warmed up and palms felt sweaty as your thumbs hovered above the keyboard, debating on what to reply. You shook your head a little and decided to reply casually, choosing to ignore that 'missing you' (for now).

You: woww. eating pancakes without me? traitor 😧

You didn't have to wait for too long for his reply, which made you think he was siting with his hands glued to his phone and you let out a chuckle at that.

Flyboy: u wound me 😔 come back safely and then we will have our favorite pancakes, promise Flyboy: it's a date

You gasped. Did he just straight up ask you on a date? Your gasp must have been loud enough for Bucky's super soldier hearing to pick up because you heard his voice call out, "Kid, You okay?"

"Uh-I-", you stammered and held a hand to your forehead, "Yeah! Yeah, I'm good. Just- just stubbed my toe!"

You heard him say 'Okay' faintly and went back to staring at your darkened screen. Were you ready for this? Or did he mean it in a friendly way? Friends do go on dates, right?

Flyboy: or not...its okay! forget i said anything

Your phone lit up with his text and you swallowed thickly before your shaky hands opened his chat.

He was a sweet and lovely guy but you weren't sure why he wanted to hang out with you. You couldn't be in denial about your feelings for him any longer. It felt immature to keep acting like this was your first time ever experiencing something like this. After everything you have been through in the last 6 years, you sort of allowed yourself to wallow in your sorrows and become a recluse. You reveled in the pain and loneliness you felt, like a sick masochist, because your depressed brain thought that you deserved it. Simple as that. That is what made you push everyone away--that is what made you push Peter away.

Well, that and the weird five year age gap between the two of you now. But Joaquin was here, and he was trying so hard. You didn't want to hurt him like you did with Peter, even though you already have a few times since you met him.

The logical and phobic part of your brain was sending you warning signals to not text him back, to run away, to isolate. But the hereditary, impulsive Stark-gene in you was screaming at you to say yes.

And you did exactly what the Stark gene asked you to.

You: okay, done 👍

You shut your eyes tightly after sending the text and your phone buzzed right away. He had sent a gif.

Flyboy:

And you let out a cackle. You loved how he could switch from serious to funny easily. You reacted to it with a laughing emoji and shut your phone to prepare yourself for whatever Madripoor has in store for you, deciding to ignore how light and warm you felt after talking to Joaquin, for now.

The four of you finally got off at a private airport and made your way to the car waiting for you.

Sam let out a sigh, “We have to fix this. I’m the only one who looks like a pimp”, he complained, lifting the hem of his jacket. You let out a chuckle and he glared at you.

Meanwhile, Bucky was way too quiet next to you, his hands and jaw clenched tightly, eyes focusing in front of him. You looked at him in sympathy, knowing that he was feeling uncomfortable with the fact that he’d have to slip into his ‘brainwashed version.’

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger”, Zemo explained while showing a picture of Conrad Mack.

Your eyebrows raised high on your forehead, “Whoa. Sam, you sure you don’t have an estranged twin?”

Sam whistled lowly, “He even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me, though.”

“You smell this?”, Zemo asked.

“Yeah, what is that? Acid?”, Sam asked and you wrinkled your nose.

“Madripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error. High Town’s that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town’s the other way”, Zemo instructs and you just nod your head—hating that you have to follow his lead but understanding that this was his world so you had to listen to his words.

“Let me guess. We don’t have any friends in High Town”, Sam conceded and the four of you finally reached the car.

You were sat in between Sam and Bucky and Bucky was still quiet—quieter than usual, his whole body tensed.

Nudging him with your arm, “You good?”, you asked him in a low whisper.

Bucky’s ocean blue eyes looked at you, thinly veiled fear shimmering in the low light. He let out a hum and tried to give you a smile. You pursed your lips and squeezed his arm in reassurance, “We’ll cover you, you know that, right?”

Bucky smirked and nodded, finding it endearing that someone half his size was volunteering to protect him.

Madripoor definitely lived up to its reputation. Filthy streets, flashy lights, loud music, people loitering around in fancy/club clothes and the constant feeling of being spied on—all of this summed up the place pretty well. Every corner of the street looked suspicious, like someone will jump out of the shadows to hold you at gun point.

You were almost sure nobody would recognize you because you haven't appeared in public for over a year and because you were also older now. But you did not want to take any chances, so you were using one of those invisible-shapeshifting masks that Natasha introduced you to, and shifted it into a random person's face.

After weaving through crowds and being gawked at like you were an exhibit, the four of you finally reached the club that you were supposed to meet this contact in.

“Here we are”, Zemo announced and ushered the three of you in.

“I’ll be watching your six”, you murmured lowly. Sam and Bucky looked at you in concern but you flashed them a reassuring look and disappeared into the crowd to blend in.

Standing exactly opposite to the three of them but hidden in plain sight, your laser sharp eyes scoured the entire room, brushing a hand against the gun holstered to your thigh to reassure yourself.

You were nervous, you wouldn’t lie. It's been 6 months since you last went on field and even though Rhodey made sure you stayed in shape and trained, the fear and anticipation of being in a real threat was not lost on you. Every hair on your body was raised in alarm because its felt like the entire room was watching your every move.

The smell of alcohol and smoke was distracting, the room suffocating you--not only from the scent, but also from the crowd and atmosphere. You pushed through it to keep a subtle eye on Sam, Bucky and Zemo and eventually made your way over to the bar counter, requesting for a vodka mojito to blend in and keep your hands busy.

As your eyes moved across the room, you noticed a man approach the three men and you sat up straight in alarm. The hands around the glass tensed, your teeth biting the inside of your cheek in focus. And then suddenly, Bucky lunged.

Your eyes widened and you moved before Zemo made eye contact with you from across the counter and subtly shook his head--telling you to stay put. So you clenched the glass tightly in your hands—the cold perspiration of it making your palms wet and slippery—and helplessly watched Zemo use Bucky as a shield and make him do the dirty work, your chest clenching in worry for him.

Sam had a similar disturbed look on his face. Everyone's phones were on Bucky, filming the Winter Soldier do what he does best. It was too much, too traumatising and Bucky's paralysed face said it all. It's like he had shut down.

Thankfully, it got over and the three of them were being escorted out of the room before they suddenly stopped. Zemo whispered something in the guard's ear and he made his way over to you.

You stiffened, your breath hitching and body locking up.

"Your boss is asking for you."

You blinked rapidly before catching Sam's gestures to 'come here' and pursed your lips, offering the man a curt nod. You silently followed him over to where the three of them were standing before Zemo spoke up, "Я сказал тебе следовать за мной" (i told you to follow me), his eyes asking you to follow along.

"Извините, босс" (Sorry, Boss), and lowered your eyes in fake shame.

Zemo nodded and told the guard to show the way. He guided you to a shady looking nook (honestly, this whole place was fucked), the music and commotions getting muffled and the fluorescent lights making your eyes hurt.

The four of you finally arrived into a room where a platinum blonde-haired woman was sitting on a sofa. There was some kind of music playing and there were guards protecting the woman, guns in hand, you took notice. Alarm bells were going off in your head—this was going to get real messy if Zemo fucked it up. The crowd in the club combined with the guards and security littered across the place, were going to make the escape a pain in the ass.

You, Sam and Bucky were still trying to digest all of this in so the three of you simply stood there numbly—you stood next to Zemo's right, Sam on his left and Bucky stood attentively, like a soldier on duty, between you and the woman. You felt disgusted that he had to do all this.

"You should know, Baron. People don't just come into my bar and make demand", that woman spoke up, her gaudy makeup and tacky fashion sense making her stand out, yet fit in, in this bizarre place.

"Not a demand. An offer", Zemo suggested.

The woman gave him a sarcastic smile, "A lot has changed since you were last here. By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?", she raised an eyebrow.

You clenched your jaw and kept your gaze away from her, keeping a vigilant eye on the guards in case they tried anything.

"People like us always find a way, don't we? I'm sure you've already figured out what I'm here for."

The woman threw Zemo a look before turning her attention to Sam. You furrowed your brows and kept your gaze on him, his face displaying how tensed he was.

"You're taller than I'd heard, Smiling Tiger", she flashed him a disgustingly sweet smile before addressing Zemo again, "What's the offer", she purred. You grimaced and exchanged a look with Sam.

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum. And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want”, Zemo announced and made his way over to Bucky, caressing his dimpled chin like he was his master.

It made you sick, it took everything in you to not lunge at him so you clenched your fists tightly and focused on Bucky instead.

The woman smiled like a maniac, “Now that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right. The super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank. Or… condemn, depending on what side of this you’re on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but… things didn’t go as planned.”

You furrowed your brows. Power Broker?

“Nagel still in Madripoor?”

“Oh. The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me”, the woman conceded and leaned back on the sofa.

Suddenly, the vibration of a cell phone echoed in the room and you all froze. It was Sam’s. You felt your stomach drop.

“Answer it. On speaker”, the woman demanded.

Sam swallowed thickly before looking around the room and hesitated before picking up the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey, um, we need to talk about this situation. It’s been drivin’ me nuts”, a woman’s voice said on the phone.

“What situation exactly are you talkin’ about?”, Sam asked.

“Are you high? You know what situation, it’s the only situation me and you have.”

“What situation, Sarah? Say it”, Sam asked hotly and that’s when it clicked to you. It was his sister, Sarah. You felt like someone had poured cold water on you, praying that she wouldn’t blow his cover or reveal any personal information about herself.

“The damn boat. And watch your tone. Okay? I let you slide at the bank”, Sarah hit back at him.

Sam scoffed, his face struggling to keep up the facade and you swallowed, “The bank. Yeah. Laundered so much…” he chuckled in exaggeration, “Yeah, they’ll come around.”

You then noticed the woman’s face. She was slowly getting suspicious, her eyes on alert.

“If that was the case, then why’d they dog you out, Big Time?”

“Yeah, you damn right I’m Big Time. You’ll see when I have that banker killed”, Sam replied condescendingly. You almost face palmed yourself, Sam couldn’t even lie to be an asshole. It just wasn’t in his blood.

“Cass! What’d I tell you about the Cheerios? I don’t have time for this! Sam, I’m sorry. I’ll call you back.”

It felt like time had stopped. All of you froze in your places and stared at Sam, who was trying his best not to show that he was scared.

“Sam?! Who’s Sam? Kill them!”, that woman screeched and her guards lunged at the four of you.

And all hell broke loose. The guards started shooting, two of them making their way to you and you quickly unholstered your gun to fire at their kneecaps before Sam and Bucky punched the others and disarmed them. Zemo took out his gun and shot the woman in the stomach before the four of you cleared the room. You stared at him in shock before Sam grabbed your arm and gently pushed you out of the room.

It wasn’t difficult to take down the woman and the guards, but it was going to be a pain in the ass to save yourselves from this city itself.

As soon as the four of you stepped out of the bar, you heard several phone chimes go off, the screens flashing some message on it.

“What the hell is going on?”, you muttered as gunshots went off in your direction. “Fuck!”, you ducked and ran.

“Shit, Shit!”, Sam yelled, “I can’t run in these heels!”, Sam shouted and grimaced as his feet hurt.

You looked back and fired a shot, but you were too distracted to notice that all of a sudden, there was an additional gunshot fired from the opposite direction, causing another shooter to die.

You all slowed down to a stop and stared at the body in disbelief, Sam and Bucky looking around to see who did this.

“You seem to have a guardian angel”, Zemo announced, his gun still raised.

You furrowed your brows and looked at him in confusion, trying to figure out which ally was living in Madripoor of all places?

Then, a figure appeared—Gun pointed at you four, face covered with a big hood, the darkened alley making it seem like they appeared out of thin air.

“Well this is too perfect. Drop it, Zemo.”

And the figure stepped into light. You gasped and Sam and Bucky stared at her with wide eyes.

“Sharon?”, Bucky finally asked.

You didn’t even know if she was alive, to be honest. After the whole accords fiasco, she was wanted and had left the States, but the fact that she could be laying low in Madripoor wasn’t something that you could’ve ever imagined. After all, the Carters were nothing if obedient to the government.

“You cost me everything.”

“Sharon, wait. Someone recreated the super-soldier serum and Zemo had a lead.”

“That explains why you guys are here. And Selby’s dead.”

You paused. So the woman’s name was Selby.

Sharon then turned her attention to you, her face twisted in confusion. “Who’s this?”

Then you remembered that you were still wearing the mask and brought your hand up to your face, removing the veil and shaking your head to get rid of the flyaways.

“Oh. The (Name) Stark with Bucky Barnes? That’s something I’d pay to watch”, Sharon quipped and you shrugged casually.

“So what are you doing here?”, Sam asked.

Sharon looked away from you and addressed him, her gun still pointed at you four, “I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass, so that you could save his ass from his ass,” she pointed at Bucky and Zemo as she went on, “I didn’t have the Avengers to back me up. So I’m off the grid in Madripoor”, she finished and glared at Sam.

Wow, she’s mean now, you thought.

Sam clenched his jaw, “Don’t blow smoke. I was on the run, too.”

“Was. Is. Big difference. I don’t speak to my family anymore. I can’t. My own father doesn’t know where I am.”

Hearing that made you feel sorry for her. Your belief, that the whole thing with the Accords was stupid and useless if the people who fought for and against it were still suffering, stood still.

“Listen… Sharon, we need your help”, Bucky pleaded and Sharon chuckled, “Please”, he added for good measure.

She took in your messy and helpless selves and sighed, lowering her gun finally.

“This isn’t over. I have a place in High Town. You’ll be safe there for a while”, she conceded and guided you all away from the filthy streets.

“You okay?”, you stretched your arms and your concerned murmur reached Bucky. He turned to look at you hesitantly, falling into step with you.

“Yeah…yeah. I’m alright. Don’t worry”, he tried to give you a smile but it ended up looking pained, the low lighting making his eye wrinkles stand out. You scoffed, almost sure that he doesn’t realise how expressive his face is.

“You know, for a trained assassin, you’re the worst liar, and actor, I’ve ever met.”

That got him to break and he chuckled before shaking his head.

“Really though, are you okay? I saw your face back there. Do I need to hurt Zemo?”, you quirked an eyebrow and Bucky scoffed.

“Thanks for the offer, terminator. I’ll definitely take you up on that”, he smirked and you groaned nudging his shoulder with yours. The five of you joined Sharon in her car, making your way to her place.

It was going to be a long and messy night.

Part 8

AN: sorry there’s no joaquin in this but i habe structure the story to give the reader their own moment to shine and bond with sambucky. Plus i needed to see them in action too, lol. Hopefully y’all liked this! Will have more action scenes in the next chapter as I’m still trying to figure out how to bring it all together, please excuse me!!

Also it’s a date finally😁😋 and we are unravelling Reader’s past slowly *rubs hands*

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