as we were escorted into a room with tables full of drugs, money and an occasional gun laying around. In the centre of the room was two sofa's facing opposite each other, one with a white haired lady sat on it, who I'm assuming was Selby.

"You should know, Baron." She said, tapping her ringed fingers on the sofa back, "people don't just come into my bar and make demands."

"Not a demand. An offer." Zemo told her.

Selby had a strong British accent which accompanied her whole demeanour well. "A lot has changed since you were here last." She said, her eyes doing a double take when she saw Bucky standing the opposite side of the room to Sam and I. "By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?"

"People like us always find a way, don't we?" Zemo replied, now sat on the couch opposite Selby. "I'm sure you've already figured out what I'm here for."

Selby kept her eyes on Zemo but pointed to Sam, "you're taller than I'd heard, Smiling Tiger." She then looked up to Sam and purred which was slightly creepy but I managed to keep looking ahead.

"What's the offer?" She asked, looking back to Zemo.

"Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum." Zemo then stood, walking over to Bucky, "and I give you him. Along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want." Zemo stroked Bucky's chin as he spoke, treating him like a doll.

I screwed my brows ever so slightly, still trying to keep our cover but I was worried. I knew how difficult it was for Bucky to try and recover after the Winter Soldier and I didn't want him being put in that trap again.

"Now that's the Zemo I remember." Selby said. "I'm glad I decided not to kill you immediately. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right. The super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank. Or...condemn, depending on what side of this you're on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but...things didn't go as planned."

"Is Nagel still in Madripoor?" Zemo questioned, now sat back down.

"Oh. The bread crumbs you can have for free; but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron." Selby stood up, "and before you get all cute, don't think you can find Nagel without me."

Sam's phone starting vibrating in his pocket, making Zemo's head snap up to look at him and I slowly turned my head to the right to face him as well. I noticed Bucky's eyes go from Sam to the guard just behind us and back to Sam again. He took his phone from inside his blazer, looking at the screen that read 'Sarah'.

"Answer it." Selby told him, Bucky moving to now stand behind her. "On speaker." She pointed to the guard behind us, who then moved closer with his gun held in two hands.

"Hello?" Sam answered the phone, putting it on speaker like he was told to.

"Hey, um, we need to talk about this situation. It's been drivin' me nuts." Sarah said over the phone.

"What situation exactly are you talkin' about?"

"Are you high?" She queried. "You know what situation, it's the only situation me and you have."

"What situation, Sarah? Say it."

"The damn boat. And watch your tone, okay? I let you slide at the bank."

Sam scoffed. "The bank. Yeah. Laundered so much..." he chuckled. "Yeah, they'll come around."

"If that was the case, then why'd they dog you out, Big Time?"

"Yeah, you damn right I'm Big Time. You'll see when I have that banker killed."

"Cass! What'd I'd tell you about the Cheerios? I don't have time for this!"

I kept my hands by my sides, forming a small purple blade in one hand, just in case it went to shit.

"Sam, I'm sorry. I'll call you back." Sarah said, hanging up the call. Shit.

"Sam? Who's Sam?" Selby questioned, looking between each of us. "Kill them!"

A gunshot came right through the window, going right into Selby's chest, making her drop dead to the floor. My eyes went wide from shock.

The guard behind me and Sam moved a step closer. I quickly turned around, pushing him back and stabbing him in the thigh and knocking him down with a hit to head with his gun. I passed Sam the gun as he sent me a nod as a thanks. The four of us regrouped at the back of the room, Sam and Bucky with guns at the ready. I grabbed one of the pistols off the table, making sure it was loaded and ready.

"They're gonna pin this on us." Sam commented.

Zemo sighed, "we have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead."

"Leave our weapons? are you insane?!" I questioned with wide eyes and screwed brows.

"I just got out of prison, what do you think?" Zemo retorted, doing a little head tilt. I sighed and did as he said, dropping the gun back on the table.

The four of us left, speed-walking through the damp city that was lit up with LED lights. "This is not good." Zemo pointed out the obvious.

Cell phones chimed as we passed people, and the lights shut off. Gun shots were sent from every direction, aiming to kill. We quickly ducked slightly as motorbikes surrounded us. Sam, Bucky and I speedily ran in one direction, not seeing where Zemo went.

"I can't run in these heels!" Sam shouted.

"Neither can I!" I called back to him, finding it difficult to run in narrow, thin heels that felt as though they were wobbling and ready to snap as I ran.

I pulled the black fur coat off my arms, tossing it behind me so it didn't restrict my arms any longer and I held the bottom of my dress again so my legs could move better.

The three of us soon turned down an alleyway, the motorbikes still following us. Zemo rounded the corner, shooting one of the guys and then two more shots killed the people on the motorbikes, but it wasn't Zemo.

My head turned up to where the shots had come from, just catching the glimpse of a figure run off into one of the buildings from an open widow.

"You seem to have a guardian angel." Zemo said as he walked closer to us.

"Well this is too perfect." A woman's voice spoke, making us all look over to see who it was.

I squinted my eyes, taking a step or two forward. Holy crap.