Pretty White Boots
“Madripoor could give New York a run for its money,” Sam notes as they all follow Sharon, as she navigates through a maze of shipping containers at the dock.
“They know how to party,” Zemo chimes in.
“With that bounty on your head, the longer you’re in Madripoor, the less likely you’re ever leaving,” She warns, coming to a stop. “All right. He’s in there. Container four-two-six-one.” She points at a red container ahead of them. “I’ll keep an eye out while you guys talk to Nagel.” She puts out her hand in offering, for everyone to pick up an earpiece.
“I’ll come with you,” Y/n states.
“You sure?” Bucky asks, concern etched on every single line on his face. “You’re here just to keep me in check, remember?”
Y/n smiles, “I just wanna avoid using my mojo, and for this… I really don’t have to.”
Bucky doesn’t seem unconvinced.
“Oh ye of little faith. Don’t you trust me, Barnes?” She challenges, before beginning to walk backwards while still looking at Bucky, cause try as she might, she can’t pull her eyes off him.
“Please hurry. We’re on borrowed time,” Sharon warns before following Y/n’s footsteps.
Throwing back one last cheeky smile at Bucky, Y/n turns around. She and Sharon split up, going in two different directions.
“Hey, Sharon. You sure this is the right one? It’s completely empty,” She hears Sam say over the comms.
“Positive. It has to be,” Sharon replies.
Y/n swiftly makes her way over to the end of the line of containers in her sight. The shipping containers are stacked one on top of the other. She looks around, finally settling on a corner she thinks will provide her a good vantage point, and begins making her way over.
She stands in front of a tight lane between two rows, takes a few steps back before breaking into a run. Her momentum carrying her through to the top of the containers, as she uses her speed and pushes herself off one container, to grasp onto the roof of another.
As soon as she’s up there she maps out her surroundings and realizes they are far from alone.
“Well folks, guess we’ve got company,” She notes over the comms. “And they don’t seem particularly friendly.”
She jumps off the roof, lands gracefully behind four men and three women, without making a noise. First, she pulls the man lagging behind, back, suffocating him easily with his neck in a vice grip between her biceps and lays him on the ground without a sound. Then she softly walks over to the next man cupping his mouth to stop him from speaking or well, probably shouting… She steals his gun from his holster and shoots him in the side.
Before the rest of them even have a chance to realize what just happened, she pulls out knives from her belt, throwing them at the last of the two men and one woman, aiming for their necks. She then, throat punches the last woman, who falls to the ground, like the rest. She picks off another gun off of one of her assailants and walks on forward.
“Every bounty hunter in the city is here, we gotta go!” Sharon warns over the comms. She sounds out of breath.
Y/n turns the corner only to be met with gunfire, so she backs away as quickly as possible.
“Any way I could interest you lovely people into a truce so I don’t have to ruin these very pretty boots by bashing your skull in?” She shouts out, only to be met with more gunfire in response.
“Every single time,” she grumbles, sighing.
Y/n climbs onto the container she was hiding behind, running over to the end and shooting two of the four shooters. She jumps back down as they begin shooting at her again, kneeing one man in the gut, while maneuvering his gun to shoot the other. The first man falls back, holding onto his stomach with one hand, hissing in pain. He tries to shoot her again.
She just takes a step away from him and back kicks him right in the face, blood splattering all over her beautiful white leather boots.
“CUM-GUZZLING MOTHER FUCKING COCKSUCKER!” She shouts out, annoyed as the man falls unconscious.
Before she can cry any more over her now tainted footwear though, she has to move out of the way because gunfire begins raining on her again. But she isn’t quite quick enough, getting scraped on her cheek in the process. “Shit,” she grunts in annoyance more than pain as she runs over and launches herself at the assailants.
She elbows one of them painfully in the chest, then uses him as a shield against the other one shooting at her.
As much as she used to harp on Tony to fight with his head, she doesn’t really listen to her own advice. But she’s been in the game for over half a century now, so she thinks she’s allowed to work on sheer instinct itself. And her instinct when it comes to kicking ass is pretty damn immaculate.
So trusting said instinct, she pulls out the Glock off of the human shield she’s currently using and fires one shot behind her. Her bullet lands in the dead center of a man’s skull.
There’s loud gunshots sounding from somewhere close by. Realizing it’s probably Sharon, she decides to go help and then circle back to the crate. Having made that decision, she looks back ahead, shooting two men and two women coming her way, and then discards the man she was using for cover before running over where she thinks Sharon might be.
Two men come at her with knives, she disposes of one of them quickly by catching the knife in the air and throwing it back. The other she runs over to, jumping at him. She holds onto his collar for support and lands sharply onto his chest with her knees, punching him once to knock him out.
She turns the corner and again, trusting her instinct, shoots without thinking too much, landing a hit on the man’s chest, over Sharon’s shoulder. The man falls backwards, while Sharon looks back at her, “I had it handled.”
“‘Course you did, cupcake.” She remarks slyly.
Sharon just rolls her and they both make their way over to the crate where Sam and Bucky are at. She opens the door, ushering Sharon in.
“We’re seriously outta time here,” Sharon says running in.
Taking advantage of the moment, Zemo, the fucker, shoots Nagel right in the chest, killing him instantly. Sam pushes him into the wall in an instant before Sharon lunges over to disarm him.
“What did you do?” Sharon whispers under her breath.
But no one gets any time to react beyond that, because suddenly there’s a fucking explosion and the last thing Y/n sees before it hits is Bucky making his way over to her.
The blast throws them to the ground. All of them are moaning in pain. Sam, Sharon, and Zemo are on one side, while Bucky is covering Y/n with his metal arm.
Bucky gets to his knees, he looks up at her. His flesh arm caressing the gash on her cheek so fucking gently that it hurts in a completely different way. He asks, “You okay?” When Y/n nods, he pushes himself off the ground, pulling her up by the waist.
“Anybody see Zemo?” Sam chokes out.
Bucky moves over, pulls up Sharon, and helps Sam up. Sharon stumbles a bit, but Y/n is there at her side, holding her up and dragging her out.
They make it out of the container by the skin of their teeth before the whole thing goes up in flames.
All four of them spill out of the debris, mostly unharmed. But they’re already being shot at.
Bucky says something, but Y/n doesn’t pay it much mind, by the way that Sam walks away, he doesn’t either. Sam begins shooting, and Bucky and Sharon follow suit. Y/n however, climbs over the debris and flames, running over to where the gunfire’s coming from.
“Y/N!” She can hear Bucky shout, but being cornered is an awful strategy.
She dodges most of the rain of bullets, shooting as many people down as she can, only getting grazed a couple of times.
Suddenly, there’s movement above her, and she looks up to see Zemo wearing a god-awful purple mask. And honestly what the fuck is up with villains and purple these days? He pulls out his gun and shoots the gas pipeline, causing a massive explosion.
“Son of a bitch,” she grunts out in awe as she watches him jump down and begin fighting.
Focusing back to her objective, she shoots a couple of other men down before she runs out of bullets. But she doesn’t need more, anyway.
Upon noticing her presence her target prepares to shoot her but she throws her empty Glock at the man’s head, while back kicking another attacker. She runs over to the first man, swinging around while wrapping her thighs around his neck and choking him till he falls to the ground. Then she finally takes his machine gun off his neck and well, Madripoor is going to be her bitch now. She smiles.
Y/n begins raining down bullets left and right, making her way over to Bucky, Sam, and Sharon.
Upon seeing her, they begin to make their escape as she covers for them.
“Y/n!” Bucky calls out. “Come on!”
“Hahaha,” she laughs, ignoring him, “Say ‘hello’ to my little friend,” she shouts out, before being pulled away by her collar by Sam, as her clip runs out. She discards the gun at the side.
“Calm down, Pachino,” Sam chides as they all begin running through the maze of containers.
There’s another hail of bullets from both front and back. Sam opens a container, blocking the woman attacking in front, while Bucky rips a pole off of the container, hitting the man behind them. He uses the same pole to impale the attacker in the front.
“Let’s go!” Sam says. So she pulls Bucky inside the container by his lapel, with the rest of them.
They run over to the other side, and Bucky tears down the wall in front of them in one swift motion with his left arm and… Y/n is only human, okay? Well, maybe not. But either way, human or not, that was fucking hot.
When they step out, they’re greeted with tires coming to a screeching halt.
Zemo’s sitting in the driver’s seat of a classic muscle car.
“Supercharged,” he offers as an explanation.
“You’re going back to jail,” is Sam’s only response.
“Do you want to find Karli or not?” Zemo asks, but they all know it’s meant to be rhetorical.
“He’s right. We need him,” Bucky admits, taking a seat next to Zemo. “And there’s three of us, and at least 20 of them. Come on.”
“Fine,” Sam concedes, climbing in behind him, as Y/n makes her way over to the other side, mimicking his actions. “But if you try that shit again…”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Zemo lies.
“Well, that was one hell of a reunion,” Sharon says easily, closing the door behind Sam, as he settles himself on the boot. Y/n sits down on the seat next to him.
“Come back to the States with us,” Sam pleads.
“I told you I can’t. Just get me that pardon you promised me,” she says, while her tone is casual, the look she gives Y/n is anything but, and with that, she walks away.
“Thanks for everything,” Sam throws back, finally settling down on the seat.
“You’re not gonna move your seat up, are you?” Sam asks. His tone, however, suggests he already knows the answer.
“No,” Bucky replies monotonously. And Y/n can’t help but chuckle as Zemo speeds them away.