101 Ways to Kill Bucky Barnes

The Client

The lights in the restaurant were set low, happy couples sat at tables with candles lit. The whole building exuded warmth and money, from the dimly lit chandeliers to the crystal wine glasses. Not that it mattered to you, as you walked across the open floor, your heels making a steady click as you walked. Heads turned when you passed, the snug form fitting deep burgundy dress hugged you perfectly. It's low neck line giving the perfect amount of cleavage to be shown, accented by the opal stone that hung a rose gold chain.
    You exuded sexiness and confidence, how could you not? It was part of the job, dressing to kill, meeting clients in high profile and often case, much like this one, expensive upscale restaurants like this one. Long gone were the days of meeting them on the streets, smoke filled bars or back alleyways. You had come along way since then and you wouldn't have it any other way.
Your hair was pulled up off your shoulders as it always was, whether working or not. You like being able to see over you shoulders, being able to tell if someone was coming up from behind. You approached the table where a singular man sat in what looked like a very high priced suit. He stood slightly as you settle down in the chair opposite of him.
"So.. you're her?" He asked a little shell shocked.
"Were you expecting someone else?" You asked, giving him a coy smile as the waiter poured you a glass of red wine.
"I don't know, just guessed the darkness wouldn't look so... beautiful." He replied, blinking hard a couple of times.
"Try not to think about it, you called me because you have a situation?" You asked, nonchalantly while flipping through the menu. You hated small talk, you would rather get the meeting done and over with.
"No, yeah kinda." He responded as you slowly looked up from your menu, you took a deep breath.
"Look, you are the one that called me, if you are going to be wishy washy from the get go I'm leaving." You tried to keep your voice even and keep the irritation from seeping into your words.
"Sorry, I get a little tongue tied around stunning women." He made eye contact for the first time since you sat down. They were a dull grey and a busted blood vessel ran through the left, to much time spent in front of a screen.
You sat back and stared hard at him, the suit was definitely from an experienced tailor, it molded to his lythe frame. The tailor tried to make the man who sat in front of you look less gangly, but there is only so much you can do when someone has no muscle tone. His watch screamed of wealth as well, but you could see the knob to set the time was well worn and dirt was caked in the grooves. He spent a lot of time fiddling with it, anxious habit most likely.
The man was pale, so it didn't look like he ever left his office or home. Definitely someone who was not capable of getting his perfectly manicured hands dirty. You bit your bottom lip as you studied him, slowly you reached out and gently lifted your wine glass from the table.
"Flirting with me will not get you anywhere but the bottom of the Hudson." You stated before taking a sip. You decided that he would be easily frightened, so intimidating him would be the fastest way to get this over with.
"Hmm, hard woman, love it." He flirted a bit more giving you a creepy grin before he shifted a bit. "There is a man that used to go by the name of the Winter Soldier. I trust you know of him."
You took a deep breath, who hadn't heard of him. The man was a legend, the worlds best assassin some would say. You heard word that he dropped the life and went to other side. Working with people that were good, but still.. this man had to be off his rocker if he thought that he could be taken out.
"From the look on your face I'll take that as a yes. The organization I work for wants him eliminated, he is a loose cannon and for our reasons, needs him dispatched." He told you as you took another sip of your wine.
"You do realize that he was trained by Hydra and isn't just a normal person, right?" You asked, leaning back slightly in your chair, crossing your arms.
    "Does that scare you?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.
   "Not, but that means I'm raising the price." You stated, staring across the table. He raised his eyebrow at you. "I'm doubling what I asked for, you know the stories of the Winter Soldier just as well as I do. I'm not stupid, there is a higher risk of me dying or worse, being caught."
     "We'll pay it." He replied calmly, you nodded as he stuck his hand out.
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   You shut the door on your expensive apartment and pulled the wig off you had been wearing, tossing it to a chair. Your fingers find the hair tie and pulled it out, allowing your natural hair to fall free. Slowly you walked up to the darkened window pane, looking out over the twinkling lights of the city.
  Kill the Winter Soldier, by any means necessary. They wanted you to kill a legend, the worlds best assassin and you had agreed to it. You knew it wasn't going to be easy, in fact this would be your hardest hit you had taken on, that didn't mean you weren't going to do it. And with the money they were paying you you would be able to retire and leave the life of the worlds second best assassin known only as the Darkness.
    It was a moniker given to you while you operated in Slovakia. Most of your hits were done in the dark, or at night and as you moved countries, it followed you. Most people thought the assassin Darkness was a man cause of the difficulties of your crimes but then again being a woman made it easier sometimes. No one expected you to be the hired murderer.
    You walked away from the window, stopping by the fridge to grab a bottle of wine and a wine glass before heading to your room. You kicked your heels off and turned your lap top on. Time to learn as much as you could about the one known as the Winter Soldier, time to distinguish fact and reality.