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Barnes Incorporated high-rise happened to sit in the middle of the financial district.

Home of the legal and illegal dealings of the Barnes family, as well as the host of the commission meetings. Chaos had settled into the other families at the news of senators pulling out, the warehouse the Parker's owned being burnt to ash, and the Odin's supply being sold out below their feet. The other families were feeling the heat, the pressure that maybe Addison wasn't the right person to target, because if she was gone who gave up all their information. Bucky had the men right where he wanted them, with his thumb hovering over their pulse, and them already begging for his help.

"No emotions," Steve told Bucky as they stood outside the double doors, both of them fixing their sleeves. "Of course not, completely calm." Bucky added, looking over at Warner and Sam who nodded their agreement. They were the four most powerful men in the families right now, they held the secrets, the money, the power. Bucky was ready to let these men crumble. "Let's do this, where's Addison and Rebecca?" Sam asked, straightening up when Bucky placed his hands on the door knobs. "They'll be here soon."

The room fell silent when Bucky stepped in, his shoes echoing against the tile with each step.

"Evening gentlemen," Bucky stated, taking his seat at the end of the table, his three brothers standing behind them, their arms behind their backs, "this will go on as usual, I will listen to your complaints, and try to offer some relief, although there are no promises, as each of you are aware of the tragedy that has stricken my family." His voice carried over the room, the silence so loud he could hear his pulse when Bucky's eyes locked Thor's, watching the blonde drop his head, nervously bouncing his leg. "There's a new face here tonight," Bucky continued, turning slightly to point at Warner, "my brother in law, Warner Williams, did you know that Addison was his last living relative? So not only am I in a deeply mourning state, so is he, I will not take any questions for him or why he is here."

Warner nodded, stepping back a little further to blend in with the shadows casted down by the chandelier. "Shall we begin?" Steve inquired, hearing a grumble of yes' as Bucky flipped through the document on the table. "Odin, why don't we start with your family," Bucky stated, his forefinger and thumb rubbing the pages together, "what seems to be your issue?"

Did Bucky need the man to spell it out? Absolutely not, he knew everything, he was paying to harbor master triple of what Odin was paying the man to get his load out from under the family, selling it on the streets for his own profit. Odin cleared his throat, sending a glare over towards his older son, the blonde dropping his head once more. "Our shipments have been bought out from under us, we don't know by who or why. The harbormaster is sworn to secrecy and has guards around the entire place, we can't get in." Odin explained, kicking Thor to finish the explanation. "When we were down there on Monday he said the boat was empty, then the Friday shipment alert never came."

"Interesting."

"Interesting? That's all you have to say?" Thor questioned, placing his palms against the table, leaning forward so he was eye level with Bucky. "What do you want me to say? Congratulations? It's interesting and I will find a solution, is that going to be a problem?" Bucky asked, leaning back in his chair, hands clasped on his stomach, cold eyes landing on Thor. "No, I'm sorry, my irritation got the best of me." Thor explained, slipping back into his seat, the shadows casting over his face.

"Rhodes? Any issues?"

"No sir, everything's been running smoothly," James replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I haven't seen you since your wife's passing, I just want to extend my condolences, I hope you're finding comfort."