CAPTIVE [Bucky Barnes x OC] 18+

13 || The Princess Bar

TW

extreme depiction of violence
blood 'n gore

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Marie parked the white GTA Spano in front of the Princess Bar in Lowtown. The sports car's engine purred like a kitten when she turned it off.

Bucky glanced at her out of the corners of his eyes. The left corner of his mouth twisted into a smirk.

He opened the door of the passenger site and buttoned the jacket of his night-black suit when he got out before he walked around the car, holding out his gloved hand for his girlfriend to grab it.

M smiled at him, placing her fingers on his palm. She was only two inches shorter than him in her black heels.

Bucky couldn't resist and admire her looks in the black strapless dress.

The skirt's slit went up to the middle of her left thigh. Her black leather holster peaked from the slit.

They both felt eyes on them. Not only because of the car they got out of, but because they were slightly overdressed for a bar in Low Town.

After Aran had been there with orders from Hoan, M had found their 'target' almost instantly following his every step.

She knew exactly where Theodore Hudson was.

The soldier closed the bar's door softly when he stepped across the doorstep behind his girlfriend.

His dark blue eyes scanned the scarcely lit room. He wrinkled his nose at the disgusting smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and vomit.

It was worse than outside.

Marie hat found the man's spot.

He was sitting in the farthest corner of the bar, in a small and seperated booth, leaning over the round table while deeply involved in a conversation with a chubby man sitting in front of him.

He didn't notice that the conversations around him were slowly getting quiter since the couple entered the bar. He only leaned back when he saw the other person's gaze lift and fall on the dark-haired soldier.

Bucky looked down on him and indicated with his gaze that he should kindly move his ass away. The plump man nodded and left his confused-looking partner back at the table.

Marie took the man's place as Bucky sat next to Hudson, shoving their target's body in the middle of the seat with his strong shoulders.

His blue eyes darted him.

"Who the hell are you?" the man asked. He had a strong Australian accent.

His dark brown eyes wandered between the couple that had disturbed his conversation.

Marie looked him up and down.

He wore a thight-fitting white tank top that showed off his well-trained body. The stubble on his face was freshly trimmed, his dark-blonde hair gelled back on his head. Faded tattoos glistened on the sweaty skin of his chest and arms.

"It has come to my kowledge that you're starting a small business here. Buccaneer Bay is really an excellent location as a transshipment point" the blonde woman said. She had rested her elbows on the table, her left hand gently resting on her jaw.

Bucky's eyes wandered from her to the man next to him. He could feel he was getting uncomfortbale.

Unprofessional.

The Australian leaned back in the seat. He brought an arm up on the rest, locking his dark eyes with the soldier's girlfriend's.

A white-teethed grin spread over his long face. Bucky didn't like the way he acted.