So Long || J.B.B.

5: super soldier serum 2.0

"Looks like breaking all those laws is treating you well," Sam said as we walked into Sharon's place.

"I thought at some point if I had to hustle, I might as well enjoy the life of a real hustler. You know how much I can get for a real Monet," Sharon said.

"Hey, deactivate your hustle mode. You sell fake Monet's."

"No. She means real. This gallery specializes in stolen artwork. Monet. Van Gogh. Classics," Zemo said.

"It's true. You know half the artwork in museums like the Louvre are fake, right," I explained. "Real stuff sits in places like this.

"Okay, guys. I see what you're doing. You're more worldly than good old Sam."

"Yeah? What's google say," Bucky asked, walking past Sam catching up to the rest of us.

"C'mon all of you need to change. I'm hosting clients in an hour," Sharon said.

Thank god. Getting out of this dress and having pants on will be a lifesaver. Sharon let me borrow an outfit for the time being; a pair of stretchy jeans, a deep v cut top and a pair of sneakers. I took one last look at the ring on my finger, it disgusted me. I tried to take it off but I couldn't. Running my hand over cold water didn't even do anything. I didn't think my ring size had changed all that much in the last 90 years.

I was about to give Zemo a deserved slap in the face until I heard Sharon say, "by the way. How is the new Cap?" As I walked into the room

"He's a total dickhead," I said without hesitation.

"What Grace said," Bucky told Sharon.

"Oh, please. You buy into all that stars and stripes bullshit," Sharon said to Bucky. "Before you were his oet psychopath, you were Mr. America! Cap's best friend."

"Wow, she's kind of awful now."

"Karli Morgenthau and at least seven others have taken the serum," Sam said, trying to redirect the conversation to something productive.

"You guys should really steer clear of all of this for your own safety."

"We know it's a risk, but we're not gonna leave until we find the one who cracked the code," I said.

"We got a name. Wilfred Nagel," Bucky chimed in.

"Nagel works for the Power Broker."

"We need your help Sharon. I can get your name cleared."

"You haggling with my life? I don't buy that. You pretending like you can clear my name."

"Okay, maybe it is hypocrisy. Maybe you're right. What happened to you. But I'm willing to try if you are. They cleared the bionic staring machine and Autumn, and they killed almost everyone they've met."

That got a little chuckle out of me. Sam wasn't wrong. Bucky didn't like the comment though. It's worse for him considering he's still carrying the guilt of remembering who he did what to.

The shine of the ring caught Bucky's attention. He silently acknowledged it for the time being as Sharon sealed the deal with Sam for helping us out.

"Well, I sell to some pretty connected people. Lay low, blend in, enjoy the party. Try to stay out of trouble. I'll see what I can find," Sharon said as she left the room.

Trouble. That usually finds me, so no promises on that.

Sam tried to get the ring off my finger to no avail. Bucky couldn't even get it off with his super strength. "Zemo, what did you do to this ring? It won't come off my damn finger."