Catch Me If You Can | Winter Soldier x reader |

CHAPTER 26

One.

Two.

Three.

Four fücking days drifted by.

And the tall, sinfully charming male had warmed up to every single human being in the warehouse. Which excluded you.

It was petrifying, really. Lex had simply embodied the role of the next leader of the Ambassadors without having to fight or ask for the position. The young man would merely swing his hips sassily, flick the collar of his tailored black coat, and everyone was on their knees for him. Figuratively and literally— if you know what that means. The teenagers did everything for Lex without the male having to utter a single word. He would grin devilishly, and would provide an amiable compliment and soon enough his victims were all over him—treating him like a king.

You would have done the same. In fact, you would have audaciously arranged for some frisky moments between you, Buck-tooth Bucky, and the slender male.

But you couldn't do that.

You couldn't even convince yourself to go near Lex while the guilt was still growing inside your head like a tumor.

You killed his brother for Christ's sakes.

You had no right to be thinking about anything. Anything but how you were to pay for the crime that you inevitably did.

But. There was no point of weeping over the past. What's done is done.

Que sera, sera.

Eventually— after days of absent-mindedness— an obvious idea finally struck your skull. With Mason out of the equation, it would be absolutely easy to convince the others that they were free to leave the Ambassadors. And better yet, Lex seemed to be the kind of person who genuinely did not want to dictate a massive group of people. In fact, you had developed the belief that he may actually help the others get homes. To their real homes.

With that being said, on the fourth day, you decided enough was enough and headed towards the Key Marquee at the center of the forest of housings. The goal was effortless to achieve. All you had to do was tell Lex that Mason was simply bat shït crazy, and that he was basically turning into a short mustached dictator whose scapegoat was New York's most beloved team of superhero hotties. You had to confess to Slender, as you'd prefer called Lex, that his brother's mom kink was getting out of hand and forced everyone in the Ambassadors to keep away from their actual family. Mason's techniques included: hiding, kidnapping and possibly killing the teenagers' families.

If everything went as planned and the Goddess of fortune was on your side, Lex would let the rest of the population know about the situation and he'd tell them that they were free birds.

As for you?

You'd finally able to go back home to mama. And papa. And you'd make sure that you spent every single minute with them.

Of course, you'd occasionally slip out to go Bump the Uglies with Buchanan, but no one needs to know about that, right?

Anywho.

You were thrown out of your little daytime fantasy when the most rachët ašs bïtch from the Ambassadors collided into you. The reason you avoid her so much, and missed mentioning her in your story was because Tiffany knew how to vex your soul. She wouldn't have to do anything. She would just have to look at you and it was like a curse was casted upon you. A little Voldemort, she was. The resemblance was overwhelming considering she had oversized nostril.

But that was besides the point.

When Tiffany came out the entrance of the tent, half naked, you knew that she had been with the man. After she graced you with her holy cut eye, your thoughts had jumbled up, causing you to enter the tent inattentively. 

And just as suspected, Lex was in the room, and he was still buttoning up his shirt by the time you'd barged in. "Fuck," you cursed under your breath, about to turn on your heels when the commentary that came next derailed you entirely.

"I mean— although I'd like to brag about my stamina, I'm not that good, (Y/n)."

Fücking Tiffany and her curse.

Everything in your head was getting baffled again.

All the thoughts were starting to collide in an unpleasant manner making you dumber than a fifth grader.

But then, the image of bullets running through Mason crossed your mind and you couldn't do it anymore.

You inhaled sharply, almost panicked, before you gazed over your shoulder and locked eyes with your target. You were irritation was increasing. "We need to talk." Could you have started off the conversation in any shïtter manner?

"Talk? You want to talk now?" The male said as he quirked his brow, gesturing to the muddle that the sacred room was left in.

"Y-Yeah . . ." Your direct and firm tone faltered. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something for a while. I'm glad I finally have the opportunity."

You didn't sound like a seductress of any sort, so you weren't entirely sure why the male was catching onto mixed signals that you weren't even hinting at. The next thing you knew, your heart skipped a beat— similar to the way it did when Mason communicated with everyone during missions. The rhythm of the heart, it was like Morse code for the Ambassadors. When your reality had checked in with you again, you realized you were involuntarily pacing towards the male, your limbs seemingly having a mind of their own.  "You have, have you? And what exactly did you want to speak about?" Lex chirped, his finger tangling with the hem of your shirt.

Your heart grew erratic. Not in the same manner that it usually does when the ex-Winter Soldier was around, but rather, when you felt Mason's repulsively warm breath on the crook of your neck. You knew exactly where this was headed and you did not like it. You really felt like you had enough of the Kehthan family. And knowing how hot-tempered you were, you would have thrown a blow at his prominent Adam's Apple.

Yet, you just couldn't.

It was as though your body was bounded to the ground by ropes.

And just when Lex was getting close—

"Am I interrupting something here?"

Color returned to your face as your eyes fell on God's favorite creation at the entrance of the tent. "No." Lex sternly muttered. His chestnut hues were unyielding as they remained on you. "You're not. But can you please be ever so kind and tell me what the hëll is going on?"

The tone was so icy; it seemed to send a sharp sensation to run down your spine. Bucky was equally as alarmed as you were, troubled that the conversation had shifted to the obvious theme— Mason's disappearance. "W . . . What do you mean?"

Slender's face tightened in expression. "I know I'm a püssy when it comes to getting drunk. But that doesn't mean anyone has the right to hide the loot. That's just fücking cruel, you know that?"

In synchronization, both you and Twinkle Toes gained the breath that you had lost a moment earlier. "I need to talk to you," Barnes said, gesturing for you to step outside.

"She wanted to talk to me first so, dibs."

It was unbelievable how immature Lex was in comparison to his brother. You were quite relieved by the fact that he wasn't completely controlling the Ambassadors, or certainly, everything would have fallen into shïts by the end of week one.

Turning a blind eye to the pale young man, you strutted behind your lover boy, making sure you grabbed Buchanan's ašs so that Lex knew, for certain, that the territory was claimed.