{bucky barnes ff}
Noelle Dean has many struggles, the main one being that she was stuck in ice for seventy years and now has to live in a world without the people she loves. Becoming an Avenger seems to be the only way to keep her mind off her troub...
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Madripoor
The three men walk towards a dark car which was going to take them to the club where they were hoping to meet with Selby. They stalked across the bridge, thinking about the mission and wondering just how safe this was because Madripoor didn't sound like the safest place to walk around in. Sam wasn't happy with his outfit change; he was wearing a suit with a lot of extra jewellery and dark glasses which he thought were ridiculous to wear in the middle of the night. Bucky was wearing his usual black leather jacket and his metal arm was on full display as he was playing the Winter Soldier; basically, meaning that he had to stand next to Zemo and pretend to be under his command, doing whatever he was told to do. Zemo had his big fur coat on and felt more at home than he had in a long time because he knew this place like the back of his hand and was excited to be back.
Sam brushed down the sleeves of his jacket and shook his head. "We have to do something about this, I'm the only one who looks like a pimp."
"Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you're supposed to be playing." Zemo shows him a picture of the character that he was supposed to be playing and the outfit made more sense. "The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger."
"He even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me though."
Zemo sniffed the air as they were walking. "You smell this?"
"Yeah, what is that?" Sam frowned, also sniffing the air. "Acid?"
"Madripoor." He answered, knowing that what they were about to do was going to be dangerous but was hopefully going to work in their favour. "No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it, there's no margin for error. High Town is that way, not a bad place if you want to visit but Low Town's the other way."
"Let me guess, we don't have any friends in High Town?" Sam guessed as they arrived at the car and Zemo shook his head with a smile, sliding into the front seat. The car drove away from the bridge and headed in the depth of the city, as they drove, they were surrounded my motorcycles that gave an added protection so that they could clear the streets without a problem. They were dropped off outside an entrance to a club which was playing loud thumping music and Zemo led them through the busy club. Sam and Bucky looked worried for a moment before getting into character and following him through the crowded floor. "Here we are." Deciding to make his character known, Zemo speaks loudly in Russian to make their presence known. "Ready to comply, Winter Soldier?"
People in the crowd start whispering about the Winter Soldier, wondering if he really had arrived at the bar and pushed each other out of the way to catch a glimpse of the killer that they had all heard about. Sure enough, Bucky was there and even though he had had a haircut, he played the part so well that they were all convinced that the murderous assassin was in the middle of the club. The men stopped at the bar, where the bartender immediately spoke to them; recognising his customers and trying not to sound so suspicious. "Hello, gentlemen. Wasn't expecting you, Smiling Tiger."
