2024, Madripoor.
A few hours of sitting on Zemo's private jet later, Zemo, Sam and Bucky had finally arrived in Madripoor. Everyone has their disguises for who they were meant to be portraying, and Sam did not like his outfit at all whatsoever.
"We have to do something about this. I'm the only one who looks like a pimp." He stated.
"Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp." Zemo remarked. "You look exactly like the man you're supposed to be playing."
Zemo grabbed his phone and showed Sam an image.
"The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger."
"He even has a bad nickname." Sam remarked as he took the phone and looked at the picture. "Hell, he does look like me though."
The three men walked for a little bit.
"You smell this?" Zemo then asked.
"Yeah, what is that? Acid?" Sam questioned.
"Madripoor." Zemo stated. "No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There's no margin for error."
Approaching a car in front of them on the bridge, Zemo continued talking about the city.
"High-Town's that way. Not a bad place if you want to visit." He explained. "But Low-Town's the other way."
"Let me guess. We don't have any friends in High-Town." Sam remarked.
Zemo, Sam and Bucky all climbed into the car as the driver drove them through the more dangerous looking part of Madripoor. Motorcyclists surrounded them briefly, almost like they were guiding them around, before they parked their motorcycles under an overpass and let the car keep going.
Eventually, the three men arrived at Low-Town. There was music blasting everywhere, and people all over the place, and a handful of them were holding machine guns. Once they reached their destination, a bar, they were met with a huge crowd.
"We are here." Zemo whispered to Sam and Bucky as they all pushed through the crowd.
Speaking Russian once more, Zemo addressed the 'Winter Soldier' following behind him.
Although Bucky did not respond. A few people began muttering as they took note of the three guests who had entered. Zemo, Sam and Bucky walked up to the bar and were immediately met by the bartender.
"Hello, gentlemen. Wasn't expecting you, Smiling Tiger." He remarked.
"His plans changed." Zemo explained. "We have business to do with Selby."
The bartender did not reply for a bit, then turned back to Sam.
"The usual?" He asked.
Sam shrugged, and the bartender approached the drinks to pour some. It all seemed normal until he grabbed a snake from a jar and sliced it open with a knife, taking some of its guts out.
"Ah. Smiling Tiger, your favourite." Zemo remarked.
The bartender handed the drink to Sam, who took the glass, feeling disgusted at what he had just witnessed in front of him.
"I love these." He said.
He raised the glass towards the bartender and nodded.
"Cheers, Conrad." Zemo said as he clunked his glass with Sam's.
Truth was of course that Sam did not want to drink this, but he had to stay in character. So, he chugged the drink, then swallowed it all in one gulp, resisting the urge to gag. He gave the bartender a thumbs up, and the bartender just walked away to help other guests.
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