Begin Again | Sam Wilson

Chapter Thirty Three

Madripoor

Brianna had never wanted to commit murder more than she did in the moment. Zemo insisted that they all four needed disguises before going to meet his contact, which meant they had to go shopping. Bri actually enjoyed shopping. However, she didn't enjoy shopping with Zemo and Bucky. For an hour Zemo paraded her through stores trying to find the perfect outfit for her. Nothing seemed good enough for her to wear.

Even Sam was starting to get antsy and that was rare. Finally, Zemo was satisfied with a burgundy color, lace, body suit. It was extremely revealing with a plunging neckline. She also wore a black, tight skirt over the bodysuit and a pair of black heels. She hated it, but Sam, oh, he fucking loved it. She usually kept her clothing much simpler and the most revealing thing she wore was a tank top.

"I just need five minutes with you." Sam whispered into her ear as she helped him with his extravagant suit.

Brianna pulled back, their noses brushing against each other softly. "Patience, Samuel."

"I don't think I have any patience left." He pressed his lips against her neck while one of his hands reached down to smack her ass.

"Oh, you're down bad aren't you?" She asked.

"Mhm." He hummed.

Bucky pounded on the door. "Hey! Hurry up!"

Sam groaned and buried his face into her shoulder. "I hate him."

"No, you don't." Brianna assured him before opening the bathroom door.

Zemo and Bucky stood outside. Bucky looked pissed. Zemo looked like his usual secretive self. Madripoor was unlike any city Brianna had ever visited. The lights were bright, almost blinding, everywhere they went. The smell of exotic foods cooking mixed with the usually smells of a busy city. It was loud. Car horns. Music. Shouting. It was worse than New York City at night.

"We have to fix this." Sam said as they walked down some road. "I'm the only one who looks like a pimp."

"Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you're supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger." Zemo explained before showing him a photo of his alias.

"He even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me though." Sam admitted.

Brianna shot Sam a grin. "Well, I think you look very nice. And what is my part in all of this?"

"You're the Smiling Tiger's newest fling. Which means, you get to stand there, look pretty and be quiet. Although, that might be hard for you to do." Zemo told her. Brianna gave him a death-glare. "No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There's no margin for error. High Town's that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town's the other way."

"Let me guess," Sam said as he opened the car door for Brianna to get in. "We don't have any friends in High Town."

Zemo didn't say a word. He just smiled. If she thought the actual city was bad, the club they were going to do was even worse. The amount of illegal activity she witnessed just as they entered the club was astounding. No one seemed to care about Zemo, Sam or her. All of their eyes were on Bucky and it made her extremely nervous.

"Hello, gentlemen. Wasn't expecting you, Smiling Tiger." The bartender greeted them.

"His plans changed. We have business to do with Shelby." Zemo told him.

The bartender acknowledged Sam again. "The usual?"

Sam didn't say anything. He just nodded. Brianna didn't know what to expect for the Smiling Tiger's 'usual,' but what she wasn't expecting was for the bartender to reach behind him and pull out a dead snake, cut into it and and take some sort of organ out and drop it into a shot glass. She could feel Sam tensing under her hand that was wrapped around his bicep. Surely he wasn't going to drink that?, she asked herself.