The Mimic - One-Shots

Click, click, click

Overview: Y/n and the Winter Soldier have been sent to eliminate a target. (I won't be mentioning hair, clothing, or makeup in great detail for y/n because I want everyone to feel included and comfortable! So... go pick something to wear!)

Word count: 2,175

Warnings: Gore, murder, manipulation, torture, prostitution.

*****

"Listen up, soldiers."

Y/n and the Winter Soldier lifted their heads up at the same time, empty eyes glued toward their handler. They were stood in the missions room, armed guards stood at every wall and door, yet the pair weren't in their typical mission suits.

The Winter Soldier was dressed in an obviously expensive suit. Designer from his sunglasses to his shoes. His hair had been slicked back into a neat bun, and his facial hair had been neatened up to match his clean look. A pair of leather gloves covered his hands to prevent anyone from discovering his metal arm, and the heavy heat of an expensive cologne radiated off of him.

Y/n was more... scantily clad. She had a long robe covering her up for now, but she was definitely the most 'lively' thing in the room. Heels, hair styled, makeup done, everything. She had been drowned in a sweet-smelling perfume, one that turned the heads of the guards (and probably the Winter Soldier, too).

It was definitely a drastic change to what they were used to.

Hell, y/n was never allowed to be seen in public, so this was something completely out of Hydra's depth. But, there was obviously a reason why it called for such severe measures.

"This is your target. Walker Stuart." The handler instructed, pointing to several photos on the table. "He has been disloyal to Hydra, and has made it clear to us that he's going to be a problem. If he continues to talk, he'll taint Hydra's reputation, and we can't have that. So, this is where you step in." He explained in a clear tone, watching as Bucky was handed weapons to conceal. "Stuart only goes to one place without his bodyguards. A certain 'club' to let off some steam." The handler glanced over to y/n, giving her a nod.

"That is where you two will strike. The cameras have already been tampered with, so it's just up to you to not get caught by anyone around you." He said seriously, eyes fixed on y/n as they started to release the shock collar from her neck. "The Winter Soldier will simply be backup for you. He will blend in and watch, and if anything goes south, he's there." The handler informed, eyes staying fixed on the woman. "You're the one eliminating the target. Make sure it's made known that messing with Hydra comes with punishment."

"Yes, sir."

*****

Walking into the club was definitely an odd experience for the pair. They were so used to staying undercover, and now they were the centre of attention under the dim lights.

"Target spotted. Left stage, blue couch." The Winter Soldier muttered in Russian almost as soon as they stepped into the club. He peeled away from y/n, glancing around for the best place to sit and blend in. He needed to keep an eye on y/n and the target at all times without making it obvious, which meant that he had to stick to his cover story. Rich businessman after a long day.

Y/n nodded, continuing to walk forwards when her partner peeled away. She had a look of complete determination on her face, jaw clenched as she practically strutted across the club. However, y/n wasn't going to kill him right then and there. She knew better than that. Too many witnesses.