The Song Of The Broken

4.)

One Month Later:

I stared at the mirror in front of me, trying to come to terms with everything that's happened in the last month and what was currently happening to me.

The mission was a success. All thanks to the stupid dresses I packed.

I scoped out the club for months and had managed to get in contact with Zemo, who had contacts with someone in charge of the group.

He helped me until help arrived. Of course, it was the last person I wanted to see at the moment, and I made that clear to him the moment he tried to talk to me.

"The Winter Soldier, and Scarlet Mist. Of course, you two know each other. You were married for five years, were you not?" Zemo asked, amused.

I grunted a response and turned back to the bar.

I could feel his stare on my back as I did.

"What the hell are you wearing?" He finally asked me.

I shrugged, "A dress. Why?" I asked, tonelessly.

He frowned, "Because half your ass is hanging out of it, and your tits are on full display." He pointed out, in annoyance.

I blinked, looking down at the draped collar chain, detail criss cross backless ruched cami army green dress I was wearing. I wasn't showing anything.

I knew for a fact that it wasn't. I did add a body chain to play the eye, but that was it.

I was wearing a thong and pasties to make sure nothing showed. But it did give the illusion.

"Contrary to what you may think, I am not showing anything. I know because I made sure of it. Besides, how is it any of your business what I wear? You're not my keeper. We're not even acquaintances, so what's it to you?" I inquired, as I took a sip of the drink in front of me.

"It's my business because--" He trailed off, though the anger was clear on his face. "Because we are in a sketchy place. If you don't want some asshole getting their hands on you, I'd watch what you wear. And as far as I know, we are acquainted, working together means that we need to speak and interact. Quit being childish, Bethany." He snips.

I shrug. "Oh, I'm not being childish. And it is still not your problem what I do... or who I end up with." I replied as I turned away.

"You weren't saying that the other night." He replied, amused.

I felt my eyes widen at the response and acted before I could stop myself.

I threw my drink at him and slapped him. "I have no control over what happens while inebriated. You, however, did, which makes you an asshole now, and then. Stay away from me. Or I won'tbe held responsible for my actions." I replied before walking away.

He didn't stay away, in fact, he kept trying to talk about it, and about the last time we saw each other.

I only managed to stay calm by staying on task, each night heading to the club, scoping out, until it got late, and I had to go back to the cramped studio apartment I found.

Coincidentally, Bucky had to stay with me, because there was no other place he could stay that was close enough to provide back up.

I tried to ignore him, at first, then he caught me at a weak moment, which ended with us fucking all over the apartment.

When we finally took down the group I was more than ready to leave that place.

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I hated knowing that our past still held meaning to both of us.