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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Bucky's head tilted back as he downed his second shot of whiskey. He never seemed to get drunk, but he drank constantly. With all the money Hydra racked in, he could afford to buy however much alcohol he wanted and hand it out freely to whoever he chose. And tonight, he chose Meadow. A pretty girl by herself in a club was a nice enough candidate to be his next mission, but the fact that she was hung up on someone else made him even more interested.
"I don't know how you can stand the taste of this stuff." Meadow laughed softly, looking up at James as he set the empty shot glass down on the table in front of them. She had given up trying to 'have fun' with him after the first shot of whiskey. The way her eyes widened when she tasted how strong it was. It was like she thought she was doing something bad. He loved it. The innocence that radiated off of her was nice, but it was an underlying naughtiness that caught his attention.
"I'm used to it, doll." He grinned, rubbing his hands together. "Now then. You've had a drink. The next thing you have to do to have fun is dance." He grinned, standing from the leather couch in the club he had moved them over to. He extended his hand for her, and she took it. Yet again. She was too trusting of people. She always wanted to assume the best of them. It was a cute, yet dangerous quality. And it was a grave mistake when it came to a man like him.
James pulled her up, and then released her hand. He took off his tie and expensive suit blazer, tossing it to one of the dancers to deal with.
"Dancing isn't really my thing. I don't want to step on your feet." Meadow smiled. He was being so nice to her. A bit odd. She didn't understand why. Most people who might have caught her sneaking around where she wasn't supposed to be would be yelling at her. Not comforting her and buying her drinks.
"Mr. Barnes, can I ask you something?" Meadow asked, stepping closer so she could be heard over the loud music. He gave her a sharp nod, grinning at the way she said his name. Mr. Barnes. So airy and light when it rolled off of her tongue.
"Why? Why are you being so nice to me? I'd hardly say I deserve it." Too pure. She was too pure for her own good. Each time she opened her mouth, she fueled Bucky's desires even more.
"You tried to sneak into the basement, sweetheart. The worst you could have done would be look into some crates of beer." She had no idea what was really down there. Luckily, he caught her when he did. If she had gotten too far, they'd have killed her for seeing what she would have seen. It would have been such a waste.
"Tell you what. Since you don't love the idea of dancing, but the idea of going somewhere special excites you, come with me." He said, reaching out for her hand again. She was just the kind of girl he was looking for. Sweet and naive. They were the most fun to play with.
Meadow slowly took his hand, giggling softly as he whisked her away from the crowd of people, bringing her up a small spiral staircase and to another elevator. He opened it for her, whispering a small 'after you,' and watched her step inside. He stepped in after her, seeing her red headed friend peering into the elevator as it closed. He didn't know Nat, but he could tell they were friends judging by the thumbs up she gave Meadow when she saw them together. He couldn't help but grin. Nat knew she was hung up on Steve, but didn't expect Steve to come to his senses any time soon. Encouraging Rosie to branch out seemed like the best idea to her.
