The Blue Siren and the Winter Soldier | Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 10

Bucky and I walked to the address that Zemo gave us.  It wasn't far from my apartment, surprisingly, but then again Riga wasn't a very large city. 

"We're late," Bucky mumbled as we walked down the hallway of Zemo's floor.

"Well maybe if you could keep your hands off me for more than five seconds, we wouldn't keep having this problem," I replied.  I thought back to not even a half hour prior, when the two of us ended up back on the couch for a quick session after getting dressed. 

Bucky knocked on the apartment door, "You don't make that very easy," He said. 

I was about to respond with a flirty comeback, but the door in front of us opened to reveal Zemo, wearing nothing but a navy blue robe, his hair still wet from the shower. His eyes trailed over me and he smiled, "You look ravishing. Just the right amount of slutty."

Bucky and I glanced at each other, "uhh...thanks?" I responded. I knew not to take anything Zemo said to heart.

Zemo then looked at Bucky, "But you. This will not do." He waved a hand dismissively.

"Hey! I styled him..." I pouted as the two of us walked into the apartment.

"Told you it was a lot," Bucky sighed to me as we followed Zemo through the large flat. It was a gorgeous place--spacious, bright, and quiet. The walls were covered in a dutch influenced blue tile, with stained glass windows casting rainbow shadows along the floors as the sun began to set. I didn't realize Zemo was so well-off.

Sam was sitting on the couch as we approached. He wore a stunning rust colored suit with gold embroidering. Sunglasses lay in the center of his button up shirt. He raised an eyebrow at us, "Well, don't you two look nice."

I looked down at my dress. I wasn't particularly fond of this getup, but I knew that I needed to look as sexy, yet put together, as possible. Bucky and I sat on the loveseat across from Sam.

"You'll have to change," Zemo said to Bucky, looking him up and down.

"What's wrong with this?" He asked. 

"It does not fit the role you will be playing," Zemo had this very annoying way of sounding vague and mysterious every time he opened his mouth. I knew he was technically an evil villain and everything, but the guy had to learn social cues, "Gotov otvechat', zimniy soldat?" Zemo smiled as he said those words. I watched Bucky's face grow cold and his jaw tightened. I didn't need to know Russian to understand what Zemo said. He continued, "In order for this to work, we all have to stay in character. James will reprise his role as the Winter Soldier, of course." He turned to Sam, "Samuel, you will be impersonating a charming and sophisticated African Rake by the name of Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger." Zemo showed us a picture of the guy on his phone.

"He even has a bad nickname," Sam grumbled as he studied the photo, "Hell, he does look like me, though."

"Elliana, could you help James change?" Zemo asked.

I nodded, "Stand up, metal arm guy."

Bucky and I stood up from the couch. I was disappointed to see his currently ensemble go, but I did what Zemo asked.  I concentrated for a moment before waving my arm across his body. Before our eyes, his elegant suit turned into a dark combat ensemble. His jacket was deep brown leather and his tactical pants had one too many pockets for knives and other weapons.  His metal arm shone under the dim glow of the lights in the apartment, and knives and a gun hung from his belt. He certainly didn't look happy about it and I would have given anything to know what he was thinking.