𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ~ 𝚂𝚊𝚖 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗

Madripoor..............8

"So our first move is grand theft auto?" Sam says as the group follows Zemo into a large garage.

"These are mine. Collected by family over the generations. I spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the serum. Because once it's out there, someone can create an army of people... like the Avengers," Zemo opens one of the cars getting something out of it.

"I ended the Winter Soldier program once before. "I have no intention to leave my work unfinished. To do this, we'll have to scale a ladder of lowlifes,"

"Well, join the party. We've already started," Bucky says.

"First stop is a woman named Selby," Zemo says leading the group towards and airplane. "Mid-level fence I still have a line on. From there, we climb,"

"So all this time you've been rich?" Sam asks.

"I'm a Baron, Sam,"

"Ooh a Baron, you don't find a lot of those these days," Marley comments.

"My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country," Zemo says before stopping to speak to the person outside the plane. Together the group walks onto the plane Zemo and the man still in conversation. "You don't know what it's like to be locked in a cell," Zemo says looking back at the group. "That's right. You do," He says directing his words to Bucky.

"Why don't you tell us about where we're going?" Marley asks trying to remove some of the tension that cam with Bucky's glare.

"I'm sorry," Zemo apologizes before holding up a small book. "I was just fascinated by this. I don't know what to call it, but this part seems to be important," He says flipping open the book and reading form a list. "Who is Nakajima?" In a flash Bucky is in his face a hand around his throat.

"If you touch that again, I'll kill you," He says before removing the book from Zemos hands and his own hand from Zemos throat.

"I'm sorry. I understand that list of names. People you've wronged as the Winter Soldier. " Zemo says.

"Don't push it," Bucky says darkly.

"I've seen that book," Sam says talking about the book Zemo was just holding.

"Wasn't it Steve's when he came out of the ice?" Marley asks looking at Sam.

" Yeah, I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it?" Sam asks looking at Bucky. "What'd you think?"

"I like '40s music, so... "

"You didn't like it?"

"Don't answer that question," Marley says.

"It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive," Zemo says joining in the conversation. "It captures the African-American experience,"

"He's out of line, but he's right, it's great," Sam says. "Everybody loves Marvin Gaye,"

"I like Marvin Gaye," Zemo says.

"Steve adored Marvin Gaye," Marley says with a small smile.

"You must have really looked up to Steve," Zemo says looking at the girl. She gives a small nod. "I realized something when I met him. The danger with people like him, America's Super Soldiers, is that we put them on pedestals," The small smile on Marley's face vanishes. 

"Watch your step, Zemo," Sam warns seeing the expression on Marley's face. Zemo however continues. 

"They become symbols. Icons. And then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought. You remember that, right?" Zemo says directing his last comment at Bucky. "As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull? That is why we're going to Madripoor,"

"What's up with Madripoor?" Sam asks looking back and fourth between Zemo and Bucky.

" Yeah, you guys talk about it like it's Skull Island," Marley adds. 

"It's an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago," Bucky replies. 

"It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s. It's kept its lawless ways," Zemo continues. "But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James," He says looking at Bucky.  "You will have to become someone you claim is gone,"

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"We have to do something about this. I'm the only one who looks like a pimp," Sam says walking down the street with Marley, Bucky, and Zemo.

"Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp," Zemo says.

"You don't look like a pimp Sam. Me however..." she says. Bucky decides to fill in the blank.

"You look like a slut," He says without a hint of hesitation.

"Oh that wasn't smart," Zemo mumbles as Sam stops and looks at Bucky.

"Did you just say my wife looks like a slut?"

"Yeah," Bucky says with a shrug. Sam starts to move to Bucky before Marley stops him.

"Sam, stop it, you two are supposed to be getting along. Besides that's what I was going to say anyway," She says grabbing Sam's hand urging him to start walking again.

"He still shouldn't have said it,"

"Oh stop it, we all know how brutally honest Buck is. Remember when I said I wanted to do something stupid and he told me to do you?" Sam nods his head. "There you go, brutal honesty,"

"That statements still true," Bucky says from the other side of Zemo. Marley rolls her eyes at Bucky's comment.

"Back to the original topic you do not look like a pimp," Marley says looking at Sam.

"Ok then you don't look like a Slut,"

"Please this dress is so tight it leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination, and it barely covers my ass, with out me bending over. It's not even my color,"

"You both look exactly like the people you're supposed to be playing. Sam the sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger," Zemo explains.

"He even has a bad nickname," Sam complains before looking at a picture. "Hell, he does look like me, though,"

"Damn," Marley says looking over Sam's shoulder. "You got a twin I don't know about?"

"If I do I don't know about him either,"

"If I'm the soldier," Bucky says the groups attention shifting to him. " and Sam is that tiger dude, and Zemo is himself then who is Marley?"

"She is essentially a nobody," Zemo replies.

"So...she's a slut," Bucky says.

" Basically," Zemo shrugs.

"Are you ok with this?" Sam asks looking at Marley.

"Sam it's fine, besides wouldn't you feel better having the strongest person closest to the person you trust the least?" Marley says placing a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder.

"What is that smell?" Sam asks as a car stops not that far away from them.

"Madripoor," Zemo says in reply. "No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There's no margin for error," He stops. "High Town's that way," He says pointing in the right direction. "Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town's the other way,"

"Let me guess. We don't have any friends in High Town," Sam mumbles as the group moves to get in the car.

A/N: ha I said I was going to post a lot today, that's funny.

There will probably be another chapter out tonight :) ~M