With his gun pointed directly at the girl's forehead, James Barnes sealed his fate. His first hit for Hydra being the one that would cause him the most pain later on in his extended life.
"James, it's me... Bucky..." Her soft voice rang in his ears...
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| Hail Hydra |
The sound of heavy boots made a clunking sound against the hardwood floor. The overzealous man wearing said boots had a grin spread across his face. Blood was splattered across his cheek, and yet, he looked so calm, so pleased with himself. His steel blue eyes raked over the woman at the counter at the club he entered.
"Hello, Kitten." He grinned at the girl. Kat, the girl tending to the bar looked up at him as he addressed her with the well known nickname. She offered him no response except for a wink, her eyes examining his appearance. She took note of the blood across his cheek, noticing a bit of it residing on his metal hand. He was covered in head to toe in hear gear, different assortments of weapons handy on his person.
"Buzz me in." He demanded, grabbing one of her towels from off of the counter. He began to clean off his cheek with his muscular arm, his over six foot figure hunching over slightly to get a better look at the outfit Kat was wearing tonight.
"You could say please." Kat responded, putting her hands on her hips. His eyebrows raised at the girl's quick response to him. She should know better than to ask him to say please. A casual fling had been going on between the two of them for quite sometime. She was well aware he wasn't the one who did the begging.
"Purr, Purr, Kitty. Open the damn door." His voice hardened, a smirk taking over his lips as he saw Kat playfully roll her eyes, walking behind the counter. She pulled down a level underneath the countertop, the private elevator doors opening for him. He stepped inside, licking his lips softly. He maintained eye contact with her as the doors closed, taking him down underground.
This was Hydra. Or at least the business that covered it up. A club with booming business in Manhattan. Hydra, one of the most dangerous groups of criminals known in New York City, had done nothing but grow over the last decade. One of its founding members being none other than James Bucky Barnes himself. He was a twenty five year old man fueled by violence and vengeance when they began. He was the muscle while Alexander Pierce was the mastermind. The group grew quickly, responsible for crime after crime. They had run ins with law enforcement so often, but the group knew how to be discreet. They always seemed to get away looking clean, although everyone knew they were dirty. They had locations that they operated in New York, DC, Chicago, and LA. Nowhere was out of their reach. Hydra had a hand in everything. Murders. Selling of substances. Arms dealing. So much more followed. It only got worse. Pierce ran things while James Barnes was satisfied with the violence he was able to get into being the hitman. His victims were countless. He had so many charges that had been filed against him. Battery charges, stalking, aggravated assault, dealing weapons, dealing drugs, and ultimately, murder. But he was never found guilty. He was always able to get himself out of things. He was Hydra's fist. Pierce talked him out of trouble, and if need be, Bucky killed his way out of it.
More recently, laying low had been a must according to Pierce. Media got too heavy on the group, questioning what they really did instead of just being the chain of offices they claimed to be. It was time for a change. Something legal but dirty enough to make the media care less about what they were involved in. And of course, James came up with the idea that benefitted him the most. For the Manhattan location... A club. His club. Winter's Club was a success.
The elevator doors opened for James, closing once he stepped out of it. He stepped forward, entering a code onto a keypad against the wall. He held his middle finger up to a pad on the way for it to be scanned. It was meant to be his thumb, but the stubborn man was determined to have a little bit of fun at work.
The heavy steel doors slid open once he correctly entered the code and scanned his long digit, revealing an entire floor of offices and closets stocked full of weaponry. He walked past the men standing in the room, each of them straightening up at the sight of him. He joined Pierce when he was twenty five, angry man. Now, a thirty eight year of assassin with instincts so sharp, he could kill you and never even have to look in your direction, he was incredibly feared by those who worked under him.
"Mr. Barnes," Came the voice of a young man, tense as he approached the large assailant. James simply hummed in response, heading towards his office.
"Mr. Pierce is waiting for you in his office. He asked that you hurry in, sir." He said, and then quickly hurried off. They had seen him angry. He had no problem hurting one of their own if he got angry enough. No one wanted to be around when that happened.
James walked into his office, opening up the large, metal cabinet in the corner of the room. His nimble fingers undid the lock, allowing the doors to swing open. He took off his tactical jacket, hanging it up. Next came his weapons. He neatly put it away to clean it off later, setting all of his gear away on the top shelf. He then locked up the cabinet quickly. He grabbed a bottle of whisky off of his desk, pouring himself a glass as he headed to Pierce's office right across the hallway.
"Barnes." He announced himself as he knocked on Pierce's door, walking inside without waiting for a response. He waltzed into Pierce's office, sitting down in the leather chair across from the one Pierce sat in behind his desk. He leaned back in the chair, bouncing his leg on the ground.
"The hit?" Pierce asked, watching James take a long swig of his drink. He swallowed harshly.
"Are they ever unsuccessful?" He smirked. He was quite proud of himself and his unholy work.
"Senator Elliot, the driver, and his body guard, who was incredibly bad at his job. All three dead like you wanted. I moved the bodies to make it look more amateur." James Barnes was one of the most experienced killers that had ever been heard of. He, as the Winter Soldier was a terrifying brute. He was talented, being able to think of a dozen ways to kill someone within a second of meeting them. But he was also charming. You could physically watch him choke the life out of a man and then he could convince you it never happened. He had a silver tongue, and enough guts to kill anyone in his way.
"Good. Now is the time when we law low. It was a big kill. The death of a senator isn't going to blow over quickly. It's going to take time. So for the time being, we need to keep our heads down. You were with Kat. That's your alibi if and when the feds come poking their noses into our business again." Alexander Pierce said. Typically, he let Bucky kill whoever he wanted to, and he was satisfied. If there was one thing Bucky hated, it was not being the one in control. Pierce was the mastermind. He allowed the trained killer to operate with freedom. He let Bucky call all sorts of shots, especially when it came to the club, but now, he was going to make the choice for them to all lay low.
"They'll be waiting for someone to slip up. So, I'm going to suggest that you stick to running the club and the car dealership," Two businesses he owned within the city. "I'll be in LA for a while. Think of it as a vacation while we wait for them to close the case."
James nodded his head, grinning. He worked hard for Hydra, but he was no workaholic. He knew exactly how he'd be spending his time off. Drinking and bedding however many girls came to him during his 'time off.'
"I assumed laying low would be the result. You get off to LA. Everything is fine here. The club is a booming hit. The average person doesn't suspect a thing. I'll continue moving ahead with the office in San Francisco and lay off of the office in Maripoor for a while. Make everything look like we're above board." James said. He was the muscle. He was the hitman, but he was also clever. He helped start Hydra. He knew Pierce thought he understood less than he did. That was fine. Let Pierce believe he could outwit him...
"A few hours til opening, Barnes." Pierce stood, grabbing his suit jacket. "Enjoy your evening." He nodded his head to him as he headed for the door. Bucky stood up, chugging the rest of his drink. He handed his empty glass to one of the men standing aside.
"Oh don't you worry," He smirked. "I will."
A/N:
hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. we'll introduce our lovely lady in the next chapter. this was me just trying to set everything up nicely :)
