Sometimes this town ain't pretty but you know it ain't so bad
Just like a girl who looks so happy when inside she's so, so sad
We arrived at Madripoor after sunset, landing on the border where a bridge separated the city. Zemo got us a bunch of clothes so that we could fit in, and apparently, Sam was not happy with the choice.
As for me, I got a light gray dress, matching black heels, and a ton of makeup and hair products. The Avengers-divorcer showed me a picture of the girl I was supposed to be, and I did my best to mimic it: red lipstick, dark eyeshadow, slit on the right eyebrow, hair neatly tied on a bun, with two strands of hair hanging on the front.
Squinting hard, and spinning around three times, would reveal the resemblance to The Lynx, a rich, Argentinian C-list investor. Her face wasn't known, but the butterfly tattoo on her collarbone was her mark.
Going back to the mission... Sam would be disguised as Conrad Mack, aka The Smiling Tiger. The plan was to enter a car that would take us to Low Town, and from there on out we would have to trust Zemo's word.
Once we got deeper into the city, a squad of motorcycles escorted us all the way to the club. I could hear the bass from the songs from inside the car, meaning the Madripoorians must party hard.
The lights and walking bridges were breathtaking. There was a train rail in the middle of the road, which reminded me of San Francisco's cable cars. I miss home.
If you saw past the neon, colorful lights, you'd see the number of people exchanging drugs or holding big ass guns. They would laugh and talk with others like they were not carrying a deadly weapon on them.
Only once did my heels get stuck before we arrived at the creepy, gorilla-themed bar. We snaked through the crowd. Zemo, to scare people off, bellowed commands in Russian. "Is that the Winter Soldier?" a guy whispered as we kept moving.
There was an opening on the bar, so we sat on the stools. "Hello, gentlemen. Wasn't expecting to see you, Smiling Tiger. Or Lynx."
"Their plans changed. We have business to do with Selby."
"The usual?" Playing along, Sam nodded, not knowing what he was getting himself into. The bartender pulled out a snake. A. Fucking. Snake. To be chopped up and served in the drink.
It took every ounce of my being not to break character and puke. I just smiled and stayed behind Bucky, just like I was instructed to. I was lucky the Lynx didn't drink.
"Smiling Tiger. Your favorite," Zemo smiled. Well, glad at least one person's enjoying this, 'cause Sam won't.
The bartender plopped a piece of the snake's organs into a cup. "I love these," he groggily responded.
"Cheers, Comrad." They clinked their shots. Although Zemo drank it one second, Sam had a test of strength before gulping it all. He gave a thumbs up when he finished, to which the bartender gave him a weird stare.
A bald dude approached us. "I got word from on high. You ain't welcome here."
Zemo smacked his lips. "I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me." He turned towards the Winter Soldier.
"New haircut?" he joked.
"Or bring Selby for a chat." Before leaving, the man used his dirty finger to place a strand of hair behind my ear. I didn't stop him as he cupped my cheek. A bad shiver went down my spine.
"A power broker? Really?" Bucky questioned through the smug face.
"Every kingdom needs its king. Let's just pray we stay under his radar."
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Rundown (Spiderman x Reader) (II)
Fanfiction~~Sequel to Shutdown~~ (Y/n) Lang is figuring her life out after the tragic event that was Thanos' snap. She wanders the streets just to say she lived another day. After her mentor, billonaire philantropist Tony Stark, knocks at her door with the ch...
