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CHAPTER FIVE

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CHAPTER FIVE.

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—MADRIPOOR WAS BEAUTIFUL, from the outside at least. Izeta knew that sketchy things were going on behind the beautiful lights that decorated the Island.

The four frenemies were casually strolling on a bridge that had an architecture like the Troja Bridge.

Well—Izeta supposed it wasn't that casual.

Sam was wearing a beautiful suit, the main colour was burgundy, but there were golden snakes printed onto it.

Bucky was wearing a leather outfit, hints of blue shining through the fabric. His metal arm on a clear display.

Zemo was wearing his usual attire, added with a long coat with fur inside and on top. Izeta had no doubt that it was real.

While the woman herself was wearing a tight dark purple leather dress. It stopped mid-thigh and it fit perfectly, hugging her curves in all the right places. Izeta liked the colour of the dress. It was her signature colour, but so dark that it almost looked black.

But Izeta hated the dress itself, it reminded her of her HYDRA days. Days where she had to dress up nicely so she could go and seduce whoever was their next victim.

The dress was tight, almost too tight. Almost like a cage around her. A cage that would only be opened once she had done her job right.

It was tight, tight around her hips, tight around her lungs. Izeta felt the fabric sticking to her body, she wanted it off as soon as possible.

There was no doubt in the world that she looked good, but she would rather wear these dresses when she wasn't on a mission. Rather when she would go out with Sam, who would give her his coat to cover her up once she felt uncomfortable, who would only speak words of encouragement when she felt like she was being dramatic.

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