Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

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I was and still am beyond confused about this house because from the outside, it looks pretty simple with rows of windows lit up with chandeliers and it doesn't even look like there are any actual wood structures with how many windows there are except for the support beams holding up the luxury home that is fenced off with the biggest palace looking gate they could find. In my mind at least, if you are apart of the mafia and fucking control it, I would never have my house made out of windows where I can see every single couple fall into a bedroom to fuck or a drunk person stumbling to a bathroom to puke up their self proclaimed 'I can take my alcohol' ego. All of which is also surprising when this place is so fancy, I would be scared to step off on the wrong foot in this mansion.

This place just screams 'don't fuck with me'.

Just to sum it all up.

The worker who drove us didn't say anything the whole way here and Bucky told that is expected from these people so not to be offended and as he was explaining it on the plane until I looked at him with a deadpanned expression and he stopped talking, knowing I have been on literally hundreds of missions like this in the eight months that I have been held captive which sounds impossible but not when I would be sent on two almost every night. The discussed driver helped me from the car until Bucky got around and possessively took my hand so the man could lead us into the house that looks like a very confusing maze I have no memory on once we turn a few corners because of how dizzy I almost got with all of the twists and turns.

"Okay." I say when looking around the very busy room after the driver left us. "Why don't you enlighten me on why we are here since I was never informed by Tony." I whisper in my accent as we walk over to the bar on the far end of the room

"I can't right now because it will be too suspicious to have a serious conversation." Bucky replies before giving the bartender a small smile to get his attention. "One Sazerac, please and whatever my love wants." He orders and the bartender gives a nod then looks down at me

"Uh." I hesitate then smile. "Créme de Cassis, please." I order blindly

"Of course." The bartender smiles back. "And can I have a name for the tab?" He asks in a smooth Italian accent that surprises me for a second

Makes sense why he says things with a real accent.

We're in Italy.

"Barnes." Bucky says in his clear American accent

Boring.

"Oh." He hums and grabs two glasses. "You have no tab then. Piero says his special guests shall never have to pay." He explains

"Thank you." I speak this time and he nods before getting to make our drinks which isn't long at all. "Tony should hire him." I say as we walk away literally twenty seconds later

"I like our bartender but he makes them so much faster." Bucky agrees and sips his drink. "Mmm, and better." He hums shamelessly. "What did you get?" He asks

"Did you not hear me?" I chuckle and drink from my small wine glass

"I did but I'd love to hear you say the name again, Rose." He smiles

"Créme de Cassis." I repeat the name slower and with a smirk. "It's a French wine that is smoother and sweeter than most American wines." I explain

"The accent makes it so much sexier." He admits and licks his lips while looking down at my glass. "Can I try?" He asks and points at the swirling deep red liquid

"Of course, darling." I hold the drink out and the glass clinks against his metal hand

"Mmm." He licks his lips this time to savor the flavor after taking a rather big sip. "That is good." He says and hands me back my almost empty cup