Saved - A Bucky Barnes love story

Mission accomplished?

A few minutes later we are in a shabby area. Here the streets are lined with strip clubs, arcades, bars and nightclubs. The people who stay here have usually all been in jail at least once. Just like my target person. He was in jail for a couple of years because he was selling drugs. Nothing too bad. But he made the mistake of trying to steal the show from one of the most notorious dealers in town. Of course, he didn't like that at all. He really screwed up when he sang to the cops after he was blown. Which also gave the king of drugs a comfortable place in prison. And this is where I come in. Working for Zemo and other shady people has earned me a certain reputation without anyone really knowing who I am, except for Zemo. A few weeks ago I was contacted from prison, which, strictly speaking, shouldn't be possible. But a man with his power probably also has his Henchman in jail. I was sent a file on the said person. His name is Max. He's a beefy, dangerous looking guy who thought he could get a golden nose with drugs. He almost looks like a smaller version of The Rock. What he actually got is a target on his back. You should always know how dangerous the people you are messing with actually are. When I didn't have other assignments, I've been following him non-stop for the past few weeks. He's really gross. His daily routine consists of taking a shot of heroin in the morning instead of drinking coffee like every normal person. More precisely, his morning is already noon, he never gets up before 12 o'clock. Then he leaves the house and meets with buyers whom he sells the stuff he injects himself at exorbitant prices. After all, you have to know what you are selling. He spends the rest of the day in strip clubs, in the brothel and in some bars. And at night you can always meet him in the Bullseye, the club in front of which I am currently in the queue. In all honesty, I always thought my life was pathetic because I don't have anyone but Zemo. But Max showed me that my life isn't really that bad after all. What I also found out over the weeks is that I am exactly the kind of woman he likes. Fulfilling my mission shouldn't be too difficult, even if I'm already disgusted with having to get close to him. In the event that it actually gets too gross, I still have a plan B. I look around as inconspicuously as possible. I see Zemo, Sam, and Bucky at the end of the line. Between us about thirty people waiting to be let in. I had insisted that the three of them get off the taxi the street before. In the event that someone sees me get out of the taxi, I should definitely be alone. That should be enough not to connect us with each other. The bouncer today is Oliver, he belongs to the clique of the drug lord on whose behalf I am here today. I know who he is, but he doesn't know who I am. He looks me over before checking my handbag for weapons. When he looks at my supposed e-cigarette for a moment too long, I'm already thinking about how I can turn him off inconspicuously. "All right, have fun" he finally says and signals to me to go inside. Inside it is stuffy and completely smoky. It's almost exclusively techno music that, in my opinion, can only be danced to if you've been on drugs, which should actually apply to most of the people in here. I would never actually step foot in here, but $ 10,000 makes it a lot easier to overcome my disgust. It doesn't take long to find Max. He's trying his luck with an obviously drugged woman who still has enough sense to reject him. When she is pulled away from him by another woman, I guess a friend, Max goes annoyed to the bar. Ok, showtime! I push my way through the crowd and take a seat next to him at the bar. I deliberately pretend I don't even notice him, while he's already undressing me with his eyes. When the bartender asks me what I would like to drink, I order Jack Daniels with Coke, Max's absolute favorite drink. "The drink is on me and make me one too," Max calls out to the bartender. Bingo! My trap just snapped shut. I turn to him and give him a bright smile. "Thanks. That's really nice of you." "To invite a beautiful lady for a drink, the joy is all mine" he also smiles at me and reveals a row of yellow and partly missing teeth, which is probably due to the drug consumption. I want to puke in his face, but a job is a job. The bartender puts our drinks in front of us and we toast. "To an unforgettable evening," he says. I just keep smiling at him and sucking lasciviously on my straw. The way he swallows his drink tells me that I actually already have him where I want him. "And what is the name of this lovely lady?" he asks and I think it should sound flirtatious. In fact, its just slimy and obnoxious. Before I can answer, a man pulls him into a hug. The perfect opportunity to place Plan B in advance. Also hidden in the e-cigarette folding knife is a capsule that is almost invisible in liquid. This capsule contains a poison that, if activated, leads to death within five seconds, even from a great distance. I drop the capsule in his drink without him noticing. When he has apparently spoken to the man enough and turns back to me, he looks absolutely certain that he will take me home with him tonight. "Sorry, that was an old friend. Where were we ... oh, what's your name?" "My name is Anna. And yours?" Anna is my work alterego. "I'm Max. Anna, would you come with me on the dance floor?" "Sure. As soon as our drinks are empty." Without hesitation he empties his drink completely and I empty mine too. Trying to pretend to be a gentleman, he holds out his hand to me and, to stay in the role, I take it and lead him onto the dance floor after me. His hand feels fleshy, far too warm and sweaty. This feeling fits in with his general appearance. As soon as I started to move my hips rhythmically to the music, his hands are already on my hips. In order not to have to look at him while dancing, I turn so that his hands are still on my hips, but my back is to him. Seems to please him. He starts to press closer to me and I can feel a small bulge in his pants. God, that's almost too easy. Before I start the final phase of my plan, I look around the club. Zemo dances exuberantly, I've never seen him like this before, but I find it amusing. Sam and Bucky are at the bar. Sam looks around the club, Bucky stares in my direction. God, the way he stands there and looks at me possessively is kind of hot. At the thought I got this familiar headache again. To distract myself from that, I turn back to him. "Let's get out of here," I whisper in his ear. "All right baby" grinning, he puts his hands on my ass and squeezes it. God, I'd love to break his nose right here. With his hands still on my ass, I head towards the side exit. But before we reach the exit I feel how he is suddenly torn away from me. "Take your hands off her," I hear Bucky roar and I can hardly believe it. I knew it was a bad idea to bring these three here. When I turn around, Bucky is already beating poor Max all over the club. "Shit" I curse inwardly. It doesn't take long for a mass brawl to break out in the club. Unnoticed by Max or whoever else I make it to the side exit and steal away. Plan B just has to serve. I'm absolutely furious as I run home. I have to get rid of the anger somehow, otherwise I guarantee nothing when Zemo, Sam and especially Bucky come home. What is this idiot thinking? I made it very clear that they shouldn't get in my way. On the way I activate the poison capsule that should be in Max's stomach by now. Too bad, I would have loved to watch life leave his body. When I get home, I pour myself a glass of whiskey and empty it in one go. I am about to pour myself a second glass when I hear the front door open and close. Shortly afterwards, Bucky stands in front of me, breathless and angry. I have no idea how he got in, the spare key actually has Zemo. It was clear that he of all people would have to follow me.