ᴘᴏᴋᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ || ʙ. ʙᴀʀɴᴇs

𝐈𝐗

The quartet walks into a refugee camp, passing by multiple radios, all telling the news of Karli's attack, "The depot that was bombed was funded and run by the GRC, the Global Repatriation Council. One of the workers killed was the father of two and had only been on the job for one week. After condemning this latest action by the radical group known as the Flag Smashers, the GRC formally began drafting legislation known as The Patch Act, which would seek to restore traditional border regulations and fast-track the return to normalcy. The act of violence has also brought attention and followers to the Flag Smasher cause. No one can deny the world-wide reach of this group is growing, as is the danger."

Zemo looks around, "Shame what's become of this place. When I was young, we used to come here for fabulous dinners and parties. I knew nothing of the politics of the time, of course, but I remember it being beautiful."

Y/n strays from the group, "I'm gonna take a look around upstairs. See what you can find out here. And keep an eye on him," Zemo puts his hands up in surrender, "I'll stay out of your way."

Sam, Bucky and Zemo walk around the ground level, "Hey, kid. Excuse me. You heard of Donya Madani?"

"Um... No," they walk over to another and ask the same question, "Sorry, no."

"Hey! Donya Madani?" Sam shouts across the room, the little boy starts to run and Sam chases him, "Hey, wait!" The kid runs into a room and locks the door, "Shit," Bucky nudges Sam and points to an open door and voices, "And what's your favorite color? Yellow? Can you spell it?"

Zemo walks in ahead of them, "Excuse me. Do you know a woman by the name of Donya Madani? She was a refugee here. We're not refugees, for we have nothing to seek refuge from."

"We're internationally-displaced persons, for what it's worth, and we don't trust outsiders," Zemo nods, "No, I understand."

"I'm not from here, but I have a pretty good track record of helping out."

"I know what happens when people say they're going to help out. Nothing. The Global Repatriation Council promised to send more teachers, supplies. That was six months ago," Sam and Bucky walk in and stand behind Zemo, Sam speaks up, "What's your name? Maybe I can make a call."

The man looks at Sam, "I know who you are. But I can't trust you. I'm sorry," the man turns back to the kids and the trio walks out into the main courtyard again. Sam whisper yells at Zemo about hospitality, Bucky sees Y/n talking to a group of kids in the courtyard, he slaps Sam in the back of the head, "Ow! What man-" Sam sees what Bucky is looking at, "Oh, what is she doing?"

They all move closer to the situation to see and hear what's going on, Y/n holds a piece of candy to one of the kids, "Turkish delight. It was my favorite as a little girl," the small girl nervously takes the candy, "Hey, if I show you a cool trick, will you tell me something?" The girl nods and Y/n smiles. She holds out her hand and makes the candy float, the kids gather around to see the floating candy, Y/n looks at the smiling children and sets the candy back down.

"My old friend, Donya, passed away. Did you know her?"

"Yes."

"I would like to pay my last respects. Do you know where her funeral will be?" The girl whispers in Y/n's ear, "The hell is she doing?" Zemo, Bucky and Sam all watch and stand crossed armed across the courtyard.

Y/n points a finger over her shoulder to the trio behind her, she lowers her voice and whispers to the child, "Do you see these men there? They're very bad. Not to be trusted. Donya is our little secret, okay?"

Another kid points to the candy, "Those look good. I want one," Y/n smiles and gives the rest of the bag to them, she stands up and walks over to the others, "Cute kids."