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The room was silent.

But not the kind of silent that brings comfort, no, it was the silent that makes a person want to crawl out of their skin, and hide in the shadows to stay away from confrontation. Bucky could feel Addisons instinct to run, to sink away and not be seen, taking over her body. From the way her heart pounded against her breastbone, her fingers curling into her palms, muscles tensing over his gentle strokes against her thigh. She was always more comfortable in the shadows, but she was the reason all this happened, and he would be damned if she didn't get to relish in the victory that lay before them. She may not be a sinner, but he was, and he would drag her to the pits of hell with him, he couldn't do this alone.

"So, I guess we were right about her knowing information that could ruin us."

Thors voice sliced through the tension in the room, lodging in Addison's chest as she looked at the blonde man sitting to her right. "I would've never used it against you if-" She spoke, Thor cutting her off immediately, "if what? Please princess, enlighten us." Thor challenged, smirking at the way that Addison's body stiffened, Bucky's grip on her thigh tightening as he narrowed his gaze towards the man residing beside them. "I'm sorry, did she ask you to speak?" Bucky questioned, watching Thor straighten his back, fingers gripping the arm rest of his chair tightly, ringed fingers turning white from the force. "I do not give a flying fuck what you all think about a woman at the table in these commission meetings, she is here, my sister is here, you will give them ample respect, otherwise I will send you six feet under."

Grumbles of acknowledgement echoed around the room, Bucky's palm spread against Addison's stomach to offer more support, her rapid breathes slowing to a slow steady beat. "As I was saying, I wouldn't of used it against anyone, I would've never dreamed of telling anyone, until you ordered a hit out on me." Addison explained, her voice was shaky, Bucky immediately pulling her back against his chest when Thor's eyes danced to something dangerous, fire flickering behind those crystal blue's that would haunt her forever. Odin raised an eyebrow, turning his attention over to Peter who shrugged, both glancing at Addison with an inquisitive look. "We didn't order a hit on you." Odin spoke, his confidence wavering.

Uneasiness settled between the members in the room.

Addison turned back to look at Steve, who was already looking at her with an exasperated expression, flickering his eyes to Bucky who nodded. "So you didn't send someone to fire shots at her?" Steve asked, his suit jacket tucked behind the holster on his waist, noting the way that Thor's throat bobbed, two beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. "Oh my god," Addison breathed out, turning back to Odin, Steve's hand clamping down on her shoulder while Bucky shifted beneath her, "you didn't know." Steve finished, locking eyes with Odin who shook his head. "Not a clue."

Thor's knee slammed the table quickly, jerking everyones attention towards him.

"Your son came in, shot my sister twice, once in the lower back, the other in her shoulder." Warner spoke, his voice carrying over the room, settling into Thor's chest, removing the hurt from his sister and placing it back on the man. Odin's mouth set agape, his eyes bouncing around the room as the information was freely handed over. "When we went to the docks, the harbor master had no issue handing it over to us, he said that your shipments hadn't been picked up in weeks anyway." Sam explained, his hand plastered over Rebecca's lower back, keeping her close to him.

Bucky's own grip tightened on Addison, Steve and Warner's hands on their guns watching Thor's glare land on the girls once more, Addison's breath hitching when he rose in his seat, stalking towards her. Bucky pushed her to her feet, immediately stepping in front of her, his gun drawn in the blink of an eye, the barrel pressed to the center of Thor's chest. "Touch her, and I will kill you." Bucky's voice was filled with venom, Addison's hand clutching to his tightly, a slight shake to her fingers that only he could feel. He wasn't able to take his eyes off the man in front of him, so he settled with squeezing her hand gently, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of her hand.