Riley's Girl

Surprise Visitor

"No need to Sergeant" you speak confidently as you stride into the apartment complex, as if you owned it. 

You're immediately met with a face you really did not want to look on, as he glides himself into your path, smirking and extending his hand towards you. 

"I presume you're the infamous Y/N." Zemo spoke flirtatiously. 

You tilt your head, furrowing your brows "is this guy for real?" you ask yourself. As you size him up, glancing up and down his body taking in his arrogance, his facade and try to get a read on him. Which was easy enough, he was too arrogant for his own good. "Hm." is all you muster as you look past him and over his shoulder at Bucky. 

Bucky was tense, if his jaw wasn't clenched he was chewing the inside of his cheek. The nerves obviously consuming him, as he glared at you, although it did look like he was looking through you. 

You can't help but chuckle to yourself "You can stop stressing now Barnes. I'm only here to reiterate the message I got you and Sarah to tell him." you say smugly, placing your hands in your pockets and stretching one leg to the side to relax your stance as you watch Bucky closely. 

He sighs, leaning agains the counter top in front him, looking down as he shakes his head. Slowly he raises his head back, still focused his eyeline on the floor, until he finally looks up at you through his lashes. 

You scoff, taking your hands out of your pockets and instead folding your arms across your chest, your patience now wearing thin. "Clearly you've got a problem Barnes. Don't be shy. Spit it out." you practically spit it out, rolling your eyes.

"I believe this is something associated with the infatuation Mr Wilson has with your lovely self Y/N." Zemo tries his advances once more. 

The bile that rises from your stomach and clogs your throat, is thick and hot, nearly making you choke on the words he spoke to you, as he tried to edge closer to you.

You raise your hand to him "Ah!" encouraging him to halt the physical advances he was making towards you. "I do believe, I wasn't speaking to you." you look him up and down once more "you wish edition looking pimp." you scoff out, glaring at him.

"Y/N." Bucky warns. 

"Look." you focus back on Bucky, running your hands through your hair, done wasn't the word to describe you anymore, you'd gone past that point. "I've not got time for this. Now where is he? This is time sensitive." you demand, a little desperately. 

"No drink then?" Zemo persists. 

You groan, before raising an eyebrow looking him up and down again. "If that." you point at his outfit, circling your finger "is your fashion taste, i dread to try what you think passes for good alcohol." turning back to Bucky, giving him a stern look "I won't ask again."

"Why are you so eager to keep him out of the way? Let him help." Bucky was now becoming skeptical, annoyingly. 

Folding your arms once more, you look down sighing before looking curiously at Bucky "I'm curious Barnes. Did you always let Steve put everything on the line to protect you from Hydra or did you try stopping him in his efforts too?" you tilt your head, reading his reaction. 

Frustrated. Sighing. Leaning against the counter top again, gripping the edges, shallow breathes. Glancing back up at you through his lashes, with guilt and understanding in his eyes. You hit the nerve.

"Thought so." you take a deep breathe and gulp down the tears brimming at the thought of your next statement "Now add a promise to a dead friend and boyfriend into the mix and then ask that question again." All you could feel was pain. 

It's all you ever felt, pain. Emptiness. Sorrow.

"Ahhh, I see denial is a shared trait for you and Mr Wilson." Zemo once again having the audacity to speak. 

You point your thumb towards Zemo whilst looking at Bucky "Does he ever shut up?" you ask genuinely.

"No." He says plainly, you got to give Zemo a smug smile but Bucky interrupts you. "But he does have a good point." Bucky was blunt. It took you by surprise. 

That tipped you over the edge with your patience "Barnes, just tell me where the fuck Sam is." you flap your arms up slightly before slapping them against your sides. You see him hesitate "Now." you're stern. 

As he stomps over to the sofa, he extends his arm to the hallway beside you "Eurgh. Fine, he's down there, second door on the right." he directs.

You sigh, relief this time "Thank you." you nod to the two gentlemen stood before you "I'll see you two around." as you turn on your heels and make your way to face your bestfriend once again.

This will be interesting.