Bucky's shadow {1}

Silver tongued

*3rd person POV*

The sound of the Audi Spyder R8's engine can be heard from a block away. The squeal of tires on asphalt. Swinging into the roundabout in front of the giant glass building, Becca steps out of her car.  The onlookers take a step back when they see who the driver is. Sauntering up to the glass doors, men open it for her on both sides. Becca doesn't stop walking until she hits the button on the elevator. The elevator is empty when she steps into it, her face holds a small smile the whole time. Her appearance outside should get people worried enough to not even want to talk to her. Hydra's Little Spider is alive. Alive, and back with a vengeance. 

 When the elevator doors open again, she's met with blaring music, and a penthouse that's almost turned into a club. A glass bar with white lights, making it shine is in one corner. The floor in front of her is cleared. People milling around and talking. Drinks in their hands. Most are intoxicated or on their way there already. The glass window provides a clear view to the building Bucky's on. The city shining behind him, the car's headlights creating an elegant eb and flow of light on the ground. The other buildings adding to the glow. 

I step into the room, and at the head is a backroom. Men's legs can be seen, and guards stand at the entrance of the curtains. The floor beneath them is clear with neon lights flashing adding to the other bright, colorful, strobing lights around them. The music seems to only get louder the more Becca walks into the room. Her appearance draws eyes, as she makes her way to the bar. People move for the spider, afraid of being bitten. They have nothing to fear though, most spiders only bite when threatened. The only one's afraid should be the ones at the front of the room. 

Ordering a whiskey, she watches the chaos around her. The consuming life of murdering people and having parties because of it. She picks her crystal glass up, bringing it to her lips and letting the burning feeling of the alcohol slip down her throat. Downing the rest of it, she places the glass back on the counter, before entering the main floor.

*Becca's POV*

"Tony, you have eyes yet?" 

There's slight hesitation at his end "Yes, we have eyes." he finally answers

"Welcome to the party." I say snidely, walking up the glass stairs. The guards at the curtain stop me. 

"Ma'am you're not allowed to go through there." 

"You're new." I say, the faces of the two men unrecognizable "You don't want to see me angry." I say pushing past them. Past the curtain. The three men stand when I enter the room, with a smile on my face. 

"Well if it isn't Hannibal Lecter" I say when my eyes meet my brothers. His face is shocked at first, but soon it turns into smile. 

"Rebecca." He greets, putting one of his hands in his black pants pocket. He takes a sip of his own whiskey, before taking his seat again. 

"Men, my sister is here. I believe your time is up." He says, and the two others stand. Both of whom I recognize from before, the man who gave me my orders and the man in the suit who brought me in. I smirk at them as they walk past. 

"It's wonderful to see you again." I say snidey, before taking my seat in front of my brother and crossing my legs

"Long time no see little sister." He says

"Cut the crap Sebastian." I say, and he only smiles wider "My brother died almost a year ago now. You? You're nothing but the bastard of a son dad warped." I tell him. The smile is no longer on his face. "You bread a monster Sebastian. For a while there, dad had  me believing that what I am was his fault. I won't give you all the credit." I clarify "He had a hand in this, but you?" I laugh humorlessly "You were the god we all served. The head the couldn't ever be chopped off, because no one even knew if you existed."