'Okay, we have to do something about this,' Sam said as we walked down this bridge. 'I'm the only one who looks like a pimp.'
'Really?' I say, glancing at him. 'That's your complaint?'
'Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp,' Zemo said. I was walking in between him and Sam, and I was already slightly uncomfortable. 'You look exactly like the man you're supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake, named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.'
Zemo hands his phone over to Sam and I catch a glimpse of this "Smiling Tiger." Sam did look incredibly like him.
'He even has a bad nickname,' Sam said, taking the phone. 'Hell. He does look like me though.'
'You smell this?' Zemo asked.
I did. It smelt like acid and made my nose burn. I looked at the far away city far as a car pulls up a couple feet in front of us. I tried to push down the panic working its way up my throat. I was cold in the small dress and it's not like Zemo let me have a jacket to help. No, because that would "mess with the look." I would kill him when all of this is over.
'Yeah, what is that?' Sam asked. 'Acid?'
'Madripoor,' Zemo said. 'No matter what happens, we have to stay in character.' He looked at me pointedly. 'Our lives depend on it. There's no margin for error.' We finally got to where the car had stopped. 'High town's that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town's the other way.'
'Let me guess,' Sam said. 'We don't have any friends in High Town.'
Zemo didn't answer but got right into the car. Sam and I shared a nervous look before he got in, me behind him.
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Maya Stark
Fanfiction• Maya Stark • Daughter of Tony Stark • Avenger • Fighter • Badass • Sarcastic Asshole • ___________________________________________ 'I may have a problem,' Parker said, getting to my locker. 'And why does that problem concern me?' I ask, putting...
