Siren

This isn't how it's supposed to be

Bucky's POV London May 15th

Securing the knot of his black tie up at the base of his throat, Buck smoothed a hand down the length of it as he looked himself over in his hotel mirror to make sure it was straight. Satisfied he moved on to combing his hair and dealing with his beard that he hadn't gotten around to cutting and trimming it up last week like he was supposed to. There were a lot of things he was supposed to do. Namely not have screwed things up so monumentally to the point that his girl was marrying someone else today. So no, Bucky just couldn't bring himself to do anything other than show up with a suit and a pair of new shiny dress shoes that did nothing for him if he had to make a quick escape. Blowing out a deep breath he braced himself on the bathroom counter as he hung his head. Could he even do this? Could he sit there in that church and watch Juno on Tony's arm as they walked up the aisle? Could he force a smile on his face for everyone watching him out of the corner of their eyes as she exchanged her vows and kissed Henri as she became his wife?

He didn't know the answers to any of those questions, which is why he hadn't left yet for the church with the others. Like she'd told him months ago as long as he showed up there would be a seat waiting for him there. Or maybe he would bypass the ceremony and just go to the reception. Yeah, that could work he thinks as he glances up at his reflection. He'd still be there for Juno without having to see the part where he lost her completely to a decent man who loved her enough to give her everything she deserved. A lump forms in his throat as he chokes back the emotions building up. Pushing off the marble counter he stalks back out into the suite he was sharing with Steve fisting his freshing combed hair, messing it up. Yanking on his tie with his other hand to get it off so he could get some air. "Fuck, I can't do this."

Pacing up and down the length of the spacious sitting room Bucky felt an anxiety attack coming on. He hadn't had one of these in months so he was unprepared for it. Hands trembling he tried to focus his breathing to slow it and his racing mind down so he didn't make this any worse than it already was. Before he could get any symbalance of calm there was a knock on the door. Irritated at being bothered but needing the distraction, Bucky crossed the room to open it and came face to face with the last person that should be here. "Hello James."

Staring at the man in shock it takes Bucky a moment to speak. Glancing out the door into the hallway shows him that the man standing there is alone. "Zemo, what the hell are you doing here?! You're supposed to be in prison."

Shrugging with a smirk on his face Zemo adjusts the cuff of his leather gloves. "Mm yes, but I felt like this was important."

Suspicious Bucky eyes him wanting him to get to the point so he could arrest his ass. "What was important?"

"Coming to see you." He says with a wide smile as if they were old friends who simply hadn't seen each other in a while. Not like how they really were, enemies who had once worked together in an endeavor that had failed spectacularly ending with the Sokovian doing a runner.

Grabbing a fistful of the other man's wool jacket Buck yanked him inside his hotel room and closed the door. Walking him none too gently over to a chair where he shoved him to sit down. "You know I'm just gonna take your ass back right? We aren't friends. There's no way that you get out of here other than in handcuffs-"

"We don't have time for this, James." Waving his words away as if they were of no consequence Helmut straightens out his left arm to be able to look at the expensive watch on his wrist as if he was needing to keep to a tight schedule.

Folding his arms over his chest a burst of sarcasm leaves his mouth. "Oh I'm sorry, please let's order coffee and catch up. You can tell me all about the latest shankings you saw this week."