Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

22. Compromised

I know I said I won't be posting this week due to working, getting exam results in like literally an hour and interviews but I'm stressing so here's a chapter aha

W I D O W   S E V E N T E E N

My glare hardens when my eye land on Steve's supposed neighbour, I knew something was up with her. I bet her hair isn't even blonde either. My hands rolls into a tight fist down by my sides, my handmade black jumpsuit Tony had created for me clung to me. I don't get the big deal of wearing this but at least I have my guns and knives patched up on me.

The blonde woman turns her head round when she sees me and Steve coming, she says her goodbyes to an old blonde male. Walking past us as she nods her head in our direction. "Captain Rogers. Seventeen" She greeted.

Steve doesn't blink an eye towards her keeping his head held high as he spoke blankly. "Neighbour"

Petty king.

"I hope you die from that infectious disease on your supposed stain shirt, Lair" I mutter towards her narrowing my brows. 

I catch up to Steve who just greeted the blonde male, they both turn to me when I step up beside Steve. "Alexander Pierce" he smiled holding out his hand for me to shake, with Dreykov voice ringing in my head to always greet someone with high authority than you.

I held out my own hand shaking it. "Seventeen"

I withdrawal my hand letting it down limply down by my side before we're both escorted into his office. I didn't bother sitting down on the couch with the two male, making my way over towards the window looking out the scenery in front of me as the two men spoke a picture of Nick and Pierce at State department in Bogotá.

I see trucks and workers or should I say agents wandering down below. My mind glazing over with the coordinates in my mind as the two men continue to chat away. Even when I thought over where the possible coordinates could lead, I still listened on what they talking about.

4.22.21.47.6205.122.3493

I roll my lip in between my teeth deep in thought. I haven't got the chance to search the numbers up and my patience for it is wearing off now, I just need to get out of this supposed questioning out of the way.

"Who hired you, Batroc?"

My eyes dart over my shoulder to the recording of Batroc sitting down getting questioned. I frown my brows in confusion, turning to the screen moving across the room to sit down beside Steve. "Is that live?" I questioned glancing away from the screen to Pierce for a split second.

He nodded over at me, "Yeah, they picked him up last night in a not-so-safe house in Algiers" He exclaimed.

"Are you saying he's a suspect?" Steve voiced out. "Assassination isn't Batroc's line"

"No, no. It's more complicated than that" Pierce pointed out. "Batroc was hired anonymously to attack the lemurian Star, and he was contacted by email and paid by wire transfer and then the money was run through 17 fictitious accounts..." He said reaching over to grab something on the desk.

Me and Steve glance towards him, both of us resembling the same facial expression, furrowing our brows together in deep thought. "The last one going to a holding company that was registered to a Jocab Veech.." He stated handing Steve a brown document as I appear over his shoulder to read it myself.