Songs From Siberia

James Bond

Chapter Inspiration: James Bond, Scouting For Girls

Bucky flexed his new hand before slipping it into a black leather glove. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction every time he looked at it.

T'Challa had said he would upgrade it at some point, and mentioned something about working on a fleshy outer layer, but for now this arm suited Bucky just fine. After all, it was better than having no arm at all.

T'Challa had been hesitant to send him out on this mission, but Bucky had been eager to use his skills as a way of repaying T'Challa's kindness.

Of course one of the factors that had played into T'Challa's warm hospitality had been that T'Challa had previously tried to kill him, and felt a measure of regret over that particular misunderstanding. But T'Challa was a good man, and Bucky sensed that most of the time T'Challa wasn't doing anything out of guilt or regret. He was just naturally kind.

It was for this reason, that Bucky found himself breaking into a museum safe in the middle of the night, after deactivating multiple alarm systems.

The alarms on the paintings and doors had been a bit little bit outside his range, but once he'd deactivated the video and sensor systems he had bought himself enough time to muddle his way through. The safe behind the painting had a much more old fashioned coding. It didn't take him long to hack into it.

As he reached for the small envelope inside, he couldn't help but smile to himself.

Would he and T'Challa be doing each other favours out of politeness, for the rest of their lives? If it was a question of repayment T'Challa would surely win. He'd already done more than enough.

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Bucky straightened his tie, before grabbing his wallet. He had made an effort to look professional; his suit and shoes black. His tie, the only hint of colour in his attire, was a greyish green. It reminded him of her eyes.

He pulled on his coat and checked himself over, before picking up his gloves. The coat and gloves were of course both black.

He placed the envelope in his pocket, before he opened his door, and he didn't release his grip of it all across town.

When he reached the bar one of waitresses asked if she could take his coat and he politely refused. It was a fancy place.

He didn't go into the bar area, but instead lingered in the foyer, till the girl at the door disappeared. Then he made his way up the stairs, turning and slipping behind a purple velvet curtain once he reached the top.

There was a door behind the curtain but there were also four guards stationed outside of that door. It was a very small space for that amount of guards, Bucky thought.

"There seems to be a dry storm brewing down there." Bucky addressed the man closest to the door. The man nodded and went to open it.

Inside sat a very tired looking, old man. He was dressed in a grey suit, but was chained to the table. It was the right man, but somehow it seemed the wrong situation.

"I apologise for the setting of our meeting. I'm afraid that there was a complication. Those goons out there seem to want what it is I have to give." He gave a sideways glance to two hidden cameras and an audio bug. Bucky didn't know if he could trust the old man, or know what game he could possibly be playing, but he decided that it was none of his concern.