After another almost silent car ride, they made it to Buccaneer Bay, a docking area full of shipping containers. 'Madripoor could give New York a run for it's money,' Sam commented as they walked between two rows of containers. 'They know how to party.' 

'With that bounty on your head, the longer you're in Madripoor, the less likely you are to leave,' Sharon said, nipping any ideas of staying in the bud. 'All right, he's in there. Container four-two-six-one.' 

They stopped walking a little way down the row, Sharon pointing to a red container. 'I'll keep an eye out while you guys talk to Nagel,' she held out a handful of in-ear comm pieces for them each to take. 'But hurry, we're on borrowed time.' 

They each took a earpiece, setting them in position as Sharon walked away from them. Sam was first to head to the red container, Zemo wandering slightly as he looked over the area. Bucky peered over at Clara, making her a little unsettled. 'What?' She asked, somewhat bitterly.

'You've been quiet all morning,' he pointed out, standing beside Clara as they looked towards Sharon, who dipped around a corner and out of view.

Clara snorted. 'I thought you'd be happy about that.'

'Oh, trust me, so did I,' he said.

'So?' Clara asked expectantly, wanting to know why he was still looking at her as if she had grown a second head. She huffed, turning to face him fully. 'What is it?'

'It's weird, for one thing.' He looked her up and down, thinking she was even holding herself differently. 'Sam said he called your SO, and that everything was fine.'

'Yeah, I heard him say that, I was in the car, remember?' She rolled her eyes. About to walk away when Bucky reached out to hold her arm.

Bucky looked at her, exasperated. 'Look, cut me a break, all right? I'm just asking if you're okay.'

'You have a funny way of...'She started, trailing off from another snide remark. 'No, I'm not okay.'

'What is it?' He frowned, now actually feeling concern with this being the first time she had shown any kind of fragility. 

Clara puffed out her cheeks, folding her arms over her torso. 'She said something on the phone to me - my SO. Something I didn't know about, and something someone that did apparently know hadn't told me about, and something that's apparently not good.'

'That's... vague.'

Clara smiled grimly. 'Yeah, that's part of the problem.'

Standing in silence for a moment, Bucky spoke again. 'So, what are you gonna do?'

'What do you mean?' Clara looked up at him. 

'Aren't you going to go and find out what's going on with that "something"?'

Clara shook her head, glancing over to Sam as he pulled open the red container. 'I cant just walk away from the mission, not after getting this far, anyway.'

'Well, we're one step closer than we were last night, it won't be too long until you can call it with the mission. Until then, just deal with it.'

Clara cocked her head to the side. 'Is that your attempt at an inspirational speech?'

'Shut up,' he grumbled.

Sam cleared his throat, getting their attention. 'It's empty,' he muttered, then spoke to Sharon through the comms. 'Hey, Sharon, you sure this is the right one? It's completely empty.' 

'Positive. It has to be.'

Sam stepped inside, followed by Bucky and Zemo, and then Clara. Surprisingly, the air inside didn't feel that stale, clearly there had been some recent foot traffic going in and out of the lab. Zemo shone a torch over the walls, nothing in particular standing out.

As Clara stepped closer to the far end, she felt a tingling sensation in her fingertips. She scanned the backwall, feeling the pull of energy behind it, and she rested her palms up against it. 'It's here,' she told the group. She gave the wall a little shove, a doorway-shaped rectangle pressing inwards before swinging open. 'After you,' she gestured for Sam to enter, letting the man with the gun take the lead. 

They moved up a set of stairs, the lab entrance at the top. Bucky and Sam held the Glocks at the ready, stepping softly on the hard floor. Bucky stopped near the entrance, Zemo a little further in, and Clara followed Sam all the way to the end. 

When they reached a scruffy look man in a cardigan, the scientist fully fixated on his work, Sam reached for the record player, lifting the needle and stopping the music playing quietly. The man looked over, his body tensing when her spotted the weapon aimed his way. 

'Dr Nagel?' Sam asked. 

'Who are you? What do you want?'

'We know you created the Super Soldier serum,' Sam said calmly, his gun not wavering in the slightest. 

'Get out of my lab,' Dr Nagel told him, moving towards the exit. Stopping just past the edge of the worktop, he stared over at Bucky with panic evident in his eyes.

'You know who he is, right?' Sam asked, holding the top of the scientist's arm to prevent him going any further. The man nodded in way of response, and Sam turned him to face Zemo. 'This is Baron Zemo,' he said. 'I know you've heard of him, too, right? You seem like a pretty smart guy, so you better become conversational real quick.'

Sam pushed him into a wall of the lab, the scientist morphing from looking afraid to strangely confident. 'How about a counter proposal?' He asked. 'Make me a better offer, and I'll talk.'

'Guys, we have company.'  Sharon's voice came over the comms. 

Bucky clenched his jaw, impatient and knowing they didn't have long, and he grabbed the man by the shoulder, forcing him to sit on a stool as he directed the barrel of his Glock at his head. '

Every bounty hunter in the city is here - we gotta go!'

With Nagel still not speaking, Bucky fired a shot, the round sailing an inch past his head. 'Okay, okay,' he held up his hands, cowering slightly as any act of confidence vanished. 'I was brought into HYDRA's Winter Soldier program to pick up their work after the five failed test subjects in Siberia.'

'When HYDRA fell, I was recruited by the CIA. They had blood samples from an American test subject, with semi-stable traces of the serum in his system.' Clara swallowed nervously at the reminder of blood samples, less because she knew it had been Isaiah's blood he was talking about, and more because of the conversation she had with Jemma Simmons that morning. 

'After much labour,' he continued. 'I was able to isolate the necessary compounds in his blood. I was a God.'

'Great,' Clara mumbled sarcastically. So, that was what they had been missing this whole time - a man with a superiority complex. That was definitely going to make this easier. 

'I did what no other scientist since Erskine was able to do. But mine was going to be different; no clunky machines or jacked-up bodies. Mine was going to be subtle, optimised... Perfect.'

'How have we never heard about this?' Sam asked Bucky, though Clara assumed the question was rhetorical. 

'Because,' Dr Nagel answered anyway. 'Before I was able to complete my work, I turned to dust. Then when I returned, it was five years later. The program had been abandoned, so I came here. The Power Broker was more than happy to fund the recreation of my work.'

Clara thought about that, wondering if Sharon, who hadn't been too hard-pressed to defend the Power Broker, knew about that part of their work. 'How many vials did you make?' Sam asked him.

'Twenty,' Nagel replied bitterly. 'Karli Morgenthau stole those, so... I can only imagine what the Power Broker has planned for that poor girl.'

'Where's Karli now?' Sam pressed. 

'I don't know where she is. But a couple days ago, she called and asked if I could help a woman named Donya Madani. Poor woman has tuberculosis. Typical of over-population in displacement camps like that.'

'What happened to her?' 

'Not my pig. Not my farm.' He shrugged. 

'Is there any serum in this lab?' Bucky asked. 

When Nagel didn't answer fast enough for him, he pressed the barrel of his gun into his temple. 'No.' 

Bucky turned to Sam, holding a look of frustration. 'Now what?'

'Guy's we're seriously out of time here!' Sharon rushed in. 

Before any of them could react, Zemo lifted his left hand, firing a round into the scientists head. 'Jesus, Zemo!' Clara cursed him, flinching at the retorting boom, a small ringing in her ears. 

'No! Sam tackled him, Sharon jumping forward to tear the gun from his grip.

Sharon gaped at the body now sprawled on across the lab floor. 'What did you do?' 

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