CAPTIVE [Bucky Barnes x OC] 18+

14 || An Offer

Jessán Hoan sat at the table in the middle of the restaurant of the Sovereign Hotel taking a sip from her wine when she finally saw the assassin couple walk in.

The blonde woman took a quick glance over the room before her eyes landed on the crime lord. She strode over to her in her six inch high heels.

The slit of her dress showed off the knived holster on her thigh.

The dark-haired man at her side had one hand on the small of her back while the other buttoned the jacket of his night-black suit open. He wore his shoulder-lenght hair in a small bun in his neck.

The vibes emanating from both of them left no doubt they'd kill anyone who even dared to think about getting between them.

Barnes' stone cold death stare left no room for interpretation.

The placement of his hand on his girlfriend's skin let any man know he'd be in danger if he started a move.

He pulled out the chair for the blonde woman, placing a kiss on her hair while his gloved fingers traced the bare flesh of her neck, before he seated himself at the table.

"Always prepared for the worst, I see?"

Tyger Tiger looked at Marie as she raised a hand to call for their waiter.

"You never know who's with you" the German replied.

Her dark blue eyes wandered amongst the faces of the other people at the table. One of them was Aran, sitting right next to his boss.

He aknowledged Bucky and her with a short nod.

"There's a point to that. So, I've heard you cleared the 'circumstance'. Haven't I asked you to be nice?"

The Asian smiled, but her voice told otherwise.
She seemed pretty pissed.

Bucky shifted in his chair. He wasn't afraid of her, but she instilled resprect and awe in him.

Tyger Tiger's whole presence could suppress you, just like Marie next to him.

The two were very similiar. It was a miracle they got along so well. Neither Hoan nor Marie were people to shut up to avoid an argument.

Out of the corners of his eyes, Bucky saw a smile creep onto his girlfriend's dark red lips. Her chest was heaving slowly, adrenaline still pushing through her vains.

There were a few tiny drops of blood on her cleavage. They hid under the fine golden necklace she wore.

M took a sip from the whiskey she had ordered for herself before she gave Hoan an answer. Her voice was soft, matching the smile on her lips.

She was so rooted in herself she didn't give a single flying fuck about what the other woman might think about her decision to handle the situation.

"Well, we were nice" she said "but he didn't want to listen. He'll be thinking twice about where to do his nasty business now."

"You send a knife all the way through his hand!" the Asian hissed furiously "O'Donnell is fucking pissed!"

The eyes of the other men at the table settled on the female assassin.

They stared at her in some sort of disbelief. The one sitting next to Aran pushed his black glasses down his nose to settle his eyes on the soldier's girlfriend.

Bucky didn't like the way he looked at her.

Marie felt the soldier tense next to her.
She followed his gaze, her eyes landing on the white man sitting next to Aran.