I nod my head, "I forgot to ask. What happened to your hand?"
"Fell off a train in the mountains. HYDRA found me and gave me this metal one."
"Leaving me there and going really did nothing for you huh."
"Thea-," he walks towards me.
I yawn, stretchi...
Pervicacious ~ very obstinate; willful; refractory
Back to normal
I stayed awake until the alarm rang in the morning. I immediately closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep as Bucky woke up.
He stirs and gets up from my lap. I feel him watch me for a moment, his eyes on my skin. He sighs and lightly shakes me, "Wake up."
I pretend to yawn and stretch my arms, "Mm. Oh, morning already?"
"Yeah. Come on. We have two more clubs. One today and one tomorrow and then we figure out what to do with Aleksei, Anatolie and the rest of the Romanian mafia," he gets up from the bed.
I get up too and walk to the whiteboard and grab a marker. In the very middle I write "Romanian Mafia".
"Okay so we know that Aleksei runs the Romanian mafia and that his brother's name is Anatolie," Bucky takes the marker from my hand, writing Aleksei right under.
I take the marker back and erase the word. I draw line and rewrite Aleksei more far away, "That doesn't make sense. The king of the Romanian mafia visiting the US because a few clubs went out of business? No. Aleksei isn't the main man. He's important, but not the main man."
Bucky nods, "So it's a branched out mafia. One guy above all else, he has a couple of close men, each man leads a couple gangs with one man at his side, and each gang runs a couple clubs."
He erases the entire board and writes "Romanian Mafia" on the top.
He draws a couple lines branching out and writes "Aleksei" on one, filling the others with question marks.
Under "Aleksei" he draws another line and writes "Anatolie", which he draws yet more lines and writes all the names of the clubs. He steps back and looks at it, "So we know nothing."
I put a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner, "We know some stuff."
"Literally all the board is question marks," he throws the marker on the floor in frustration and storms out of the room.
"Where are you going?" I ask him.
He grabs his jacket, "Out."
The door slams behind him and I hear the paint crumble in the doorframe. I sigh and plop on the bed, staring at the board. I tap my chin with the marker, "Who's your boss Aleksei?"
(A/N: Excuse my absolutely horrible handwriting.)
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Later that night
"Ready to go to the next club?" Bucky comes back, hours later.
I cross my arms, "Where the hell were you?"
Bucky rolls his eyes, "None of your business. You're not my girlfriend."
I ignore the comment, "Um fun fact. It is my business because we have been undercover for weeks together and you can't just leave like that without telling me where you're going, asshole."
