Chapter 42 Crime Central

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We were currently walking across a small bridge making our way towards a bar known as the Brass Monkey. Zemo lead us while Sam followed closely behind him. I kept my distance a little ways behind Sam as Bucky brought up the rear. 

"I don't like this. I don't trust this one bit." I whispered. 

"I'm not thrilled about this either. As long as we let Zemo do all the talking we should be in and out no problem." Bucky quietly replied. 

"Something is going to go wrong. I can feel it." 

"Don't let your anxiety take over, last time that happened you sliced your arm up." 

"Just keep your eyes open. Be careful." 

"That goes double for you." 

As we neared the bar the more people we were beginning to see. There were people openly selling clear bags of drugs and weapons. No one even batted an eye. It was just like they were selling fruit on the corner like anywhere else. 

As we walked past the crowd a couple of guys stopped and looked at me. They smiled with their mouths wide open as they gawked at my breasts and the rest of my figure. Trying my best not to trip, I increased my walking speed to try and get away. I felt a protective hand on my back that quickly went away as Bucky guided me inside the bar. 

"Don't pay them any attention." He whispered in my ear. 

"Here we are," Zemo said. 

I heard whispers all around us. I passed a couple of guys questioning if that was really the Winter Soldier standing right behind me. I got a few whistles thrown my way as well, but some quickly subsided when their friends told them who I was.  

Zemo walked up to the bartender where he was quickly greeted. "Gentleman. Miss. I wasn't expecting you Smiling Tiger, or you, Silver Sable." 

"Their plans changed. We have business to do with Selby." 

"The usual?" The bartender asked Sam. He just nodded, not knowing what else to say. The bartender walked off and grabbed a dead snake from a glass jar. He slapped it down on the counter in front of us and started slicing it with a knife. 

"Ah. Smiling Tiger, your favorite." Zemo smiled. He was clearly getting a kick out of this. 

Please don't ask me for my usual. 

I wish I could make a guess of what organ the dude just ripped out of the snake but I couldn't even give you a guess. He dropped it into a shot glass of alcohol and handed it to Sam. 

"I love these," Sam said while picking up the glass. He tried his best not to look disgusted but he was starting to fail. Sam sniffed it and almost threw the glass across the room. Finally, he took a deep breath and downed the whole thing in one gulp. He gave the bartender a thumbs up. 

Fucking hell, if that didn't alert them then I don't know what will. 

A bald man walked up to Zemo and tapped his arm. "Got word from up High. You ain't welcome here."

"I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists he can either come and talk to me or..." He gestured his hand towards Bucky. 

"New haircut?" The man asked him. 

"Or bring Selby for a chat." Zemo finished. The man took one final glance at all of us and then walked away. 

"A Power Broker? Really?" Bucky questioned. 

"Every kingdom needs its king. Let's just pray we stay under his radar." 

"Do you know him?" Sam asked. 

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