Agent XX

Part Two

Bucky woke up to a sharp pain on the side of his face, his whole head hurt as his eyes tried to adjust to the bright lights of his surroundings. He saw a female figure across the room turned away from him, her utility pants sat tight around her legs, a tight black t-shirt was hidden under a cropped leather jacket. His eyes scanned down to her shoes, those damn platforms, she was wearing a pair of platform combat boots. Her hair that reached down to the middle of her back was slicked back into a low ponytail, he recognized this girl, Agent XX. His eyes travelled down to his own body, tied tightly with black rope to a metal chair, he appeared to be in some sort of office building in a glass conference room.

"он проснулся. (he's awake)" She quickly hung up the phone, spinning around to face the defenseless super soldier. He had cut his hair, she liked the short and spiky look on him much better than the long locks Hydra required him to have.

"Why are you doing this?" Bucky had a sympathetic look in his eyes, Agent XX had never seen this side of him. She had only been exposed to the part of him that contained the sociopathic killer and little glimpses of sorrowful looks as he continued to hurt her.

"We both know why I'm doing this." She grabbed a blade from one of the holders on her pants, letting it gleam in the light as she inspected it, "You know, I'm not supposed to hurt you. But it would just be so easy." A mischievous glint lingered behind her eye as she contemplated her options, a smirk spread across her face as she threw the small dagger in his direction. The blade whizzed past his head, just grazing the tip of his ear before sticking into the wall behind him.

"You're psychotic." Bucky's eyes widened, somehow she had gotten worse over their time apart. All that time she was feeding on her own anger, wanting revenge on any of those who wronged her, especially the Winter Soldier. She drifted off to sleep as she planned a slow and painful death for him, imagining different scenarios each time.

"And you're-" She was abruptly cut off by a firm voice.

"Tanya Gray?" She froze, where had she heard that name before. Wait. That was her name.

"Come on, Tanya. It'll be fun." A blonde girl giggled as she tugged at Tanya's arm, Tanya took another puff from her joint before rolling her eyes in a playful manner.

"Fine, but if anything weird happens tonight, don't say I didn't warn you." Tanya slipped into a quick party outfit, a pair of flower sunglasses sat on the tip of her nose as she was pulled out the door with a wide grin spread across her face. The night life of the city was bustling with people, the warm California air breezed through the crowds of people in search of a good time. Tonya could feel the knot in her gut twisting even more as they walked down the street, she had a bad feeling about this night that she couldn't seem to shake. She needed a distraction and some booze, quick.

They landed in a disco room, loud music blasted over the flashing lights, people swaying to the music filled the room with a dense humidity. Most of the women were wearing brightly colored clothes that exposed a lot of skin, little bits of glitter shimmered off their bodies as they moved to the rhythm.

"I'm getting drinks!" Tonya shouted at her friend whose eyes had already landed on her prey for the night, a tall young man with light blonde hair wiggled his finger at her. Tonya squeezed her way through the people to reach the bar, quickly ordering the first fruity drink she saw on the menu. A tall drink of water stood next to her, his long brown hair was tucked behind his ears as he made brief eye contact with her. His colorful shirt was unbuttoned to display a nice set of washboard abs, in the dim lighting of the place it was hard to catch how the colors reflected differently off of his left arm. Tonya bit her lip as she inched closer to the man, tapping the back of his shoulder to get his attention.