CHAPTER ONE —
( You sure look like an angel. )

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two thousand and twelve

        Angelina Wilson stood at the bedroom entrance in a hotel room, her eyes fixed on Secretary Thomas Williams, observing his every move. While focusing on ensuring his safety, she couldn't help but notice how he was looking at her. Angelina exuded confidence and elegance in her sleek black pantsuit and heeled boots. As Secretary Williams approached her, she remained vigilant, aware of his five bodyguards stationed strategically around the room. Despite the tight security, Secretary Williams seemed undeterred, captivated by Angelina's allure and seemingly oblivious to the potential risks.

"They say you're lethal," he remarked casually. Angelina stood with her arms folded, meeting his gaze without a word. "You're here to, as I recall, 'protect' me?" A small chuckle escaped him, and the other bodyguards joined in. Angelina was accustomed to this reaction. She may have been petite, but anyone who dared to challenge her or found themselves in the path of her knives usually regretted it within moments.

"Yes, I am," she stated bluntly. "And at this moment, where you're standing by the window, someone could easily take you out with a sniper from the building across the street." Thomas turned around and glanced anxiously out the window. "I suggest you return to the bed immediately before someone takes advantage of the opportunity."

Secretary Thomas glanced over at one of his bodyguards, seeking confirmation. As the bodyguard nodded, Thomas eased himself back onto the bed. "How did you find yourself in this line of work? I would have imagined that someone with your...stature would pursue a different path."

Angelina let out a frustrated sigh. "And yet, here I am," she muttered. "Standing here in this moment, taking care of a repulsive piece of garbage."

Secretary Thomas swiftly rose to his feet, prompting the bodyguards in the room to pivot their attention towards Angelina. "You have no authority to speak to me in such a manner. You are aware that I could have you imprisoned if I chose to."

"Sure, but you won't," Angelina retorted, a sly smirk on her lips. "You wouldn't be able to check me out anymore like you have been for the past hour."

Thomas narrowed his eyes. "Listen—" he was interrupted by gunshots coming down the corridor.

Angelina's head snapped around as the bodyguards swiftly approached the door, positioning themselves to block it. She hastened toward Thomas with urgency and extended her arm protectively in front of him. "Now shut the fuck up and let us do our work, or you might find yourself dead after this."

Gunshots continued to sound, people yelling, and the sound of thuds continued just outside of the door. Everyone in the room prepared themselves to be attacked by whoever was arriving, and as soon as there was a moment of silence, an arm smashed through the door and choked the first bodyguard standing in the way. He was pulled back, pulling the door off its hinges, and the bodyguards began to shoot at the intruder. The man held up his arm to cover his face, and Angelina noticed the silver shine on it before the arm was thrown back down, and his gun was out, instantly shooting the bodyguards who tried to attack him. The man was wearing a constrictive, all-black suit with a black mask covering his mouth and his long shoulder-length hair just messily flying around as he whipped around to punch people and attack whoever would come up to him. Thomas squealed and squatted down behind Angelina as she continued to shield him away from the killer. Once the bodyguards were all taken care of, the killer stood tall and turned to face Angelina.

Angelina pulled out a pistol as quickly as she could so that she could shoot the man, but he was much quicker and smacked the gun out of Angelina's hand. She then pulled out both of her knives and began to attack him. The man also had a knife, and as he began to try and stab her, Angelina would dodge his blows and slice him instead. "Secretary, get the fuck out of here!" Angelina yelled out, but he was too scared to move. She got a few good blows in, slicing his wrists and torso, just doing anything she could to push him back and away from the Secretary, but the man was showing no pain and no signs of slowing down. Angelina tried kicking him, also, and after he took several blows from her, he suddenly grabbed onto Angelina's leg with his silver arm. Angelina's face screwed up at the painful grip he was giving her, and then suddenly, her body was thrown to the other side of the room, her back smashing through the mounted television and against the wall behind it. Her body bounced off the dresser and landed on the floor, and Angelina groaned in pain as her whole body throbbed.

Angelina looked up just as she heard a gunshot, seeing the suited man shoot Secretary Thomas in the head before he turned around and walked up to her. He paused just as he reached Angelina, and as he raised his gun to her head and Angelina waited for the inevitable, they made eye contact. The man paused, his eyebrows turning downwards into a frown as his blue eyes locked with Angelina's dark brown eyes. Angelina just stared up at him, confused at the look he was giving her, and then he just blinked and turned around, walking off out of the room, leaving a trail of dead bodies and a confused and tired Angelina Wilson behind him.

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two thousand and twenty-three

        Angelina Wilson made her way into the nightclub, the music coming through the speakers instantly making her heart and head thump. She looked through the crowd of people dancing, trying to find her target; the flashing lights certainly didn't help Angelina get a proper look at everyone's faces. She then spotted a familiar figure standing at the bar beside a man, so she approached them.

"Tequila," she told the bartender when they turned to her. The man nodded and went to get her the drink.

"Give me one, too. And I'll pay for them both," the man she stood beside told the bartender, and he nodded.

Angelina raised an eyebrow, turned to look at the man, and smiled lightly as she rested her elbow on the bar. "You're too kind."

The man shrugged. "What can I say? That's just the type of person I am." The bartender placed their drinks on the bar, and they picked up their glasses. "Jacob."

"Angel." They clinked their glasses together and then drank the liquid.

"You sure look like an angel," he commented smoothly.

"Definitely never heard that one before," Angelina retorted lightly. Jacob chuckled softly and then leaned in to whisper something in the ear of the man next to him, who promptly walked away into the crowd. As the man disappeared from view, Angelina gazed at the bald man standing in front of her, tilting her head thoughtfully. "You know, you look familiar," she remarked.

Jacob flashed a smirk. "Where do you think you've seen me before? In your dreams?" Angelina scoffed softly, then reached into her purse and pulled out a photo, holding it beside his face. She studied the photo and then glanced back at the man while Jacob looked on with a bemused laugh. "What are you doing?"

"You're Jacob Tate, right?"

Jacob frowned. "How do you know my name?"

Angelina's lips curled into a faint smile as she casually tossed the photograph aside. "You know, Jacob, you're wanted for multiple counts of assault and murder," she stated calmly, her words causing the colour to drain from his face. As he started to retreat, Angelina took a step forward, matching his movements. "I've been offered a decent amount of cash to track you down and bring you in," she continued, her tone unwavering. "And I do enjoy being compensated for my work. So, it looks like you're coming with me."

Jacob quickly turned around and was about to run away, but Angelina was quicker and she grabbed onto his arm and pulled him back. Catching him by surprise, he turned around quickly in shock and Angelina grabbed the back of his head and smashed it against the bar. The bartender jumped in surprise as he watched Angelina grab onto Jacob's arm and turned him back around, only to bend his arm and push it upwards, popping his shoulder out.

Jacob let out a cry while Angelina handcuffed him. When she turned him around to face her, she laughed. "Aw, what's the matter? You don't like getting caught and taken out by a woman? That's a shame." His male friend came running back to them, and Angelina leaned close to Jacob's ear. "Just give me a second, hun."

"Hey! What do you think you're doing!" The man yelled at her and then grabbed her. Angelina quickly turned her arm around, grabbed his arm, twisted it, and punched him in the face. Another man approached, but this time with a knife in his hand. Angelina grabbed onto the empty glass of tequila she drank just before and smashed it against the man's face. In shock, he loosened his grip on the knife, and Angelina quickly took it, slicing his arm and then stabbing it into his thigh. She turned back around at the man she had punched in the face, kicked his leg, and then threw the knife into his thigh. She smashed his head against the side of the bar, and he collapsed onto the ground, knocked out. She turned back around and punched the other man in the face, knocking him out, also.

Angelina released a heavy sigh as she surveyed the scene, taking in the sight of the two passed-out bodies on the floor and the stunned expression on the bartender's face. She reached into her pocket, retrieved a fifty-dollar bill, and handed it to him with an apologetic look. "Sorry for this. Just talking out some trash."

He nodded slowly as he accepted the money, and Angelina turned back to Jacob, firmly grasping his arm. Jacob was in tears, realising he had been defeated, and Angelina couldn't help but snicker at the sight. "Are you crying? You knew this was coming," she remarked. Retrieving her phone from her bag, she raised it. "My 'boss' will want evidence of my outstanding work, and by 'boss,' I mean myself. Now, wipe those tears and put on a smile." Despite Jacob's continued tears, Angelina snapped a photo and returned her phone to her bag. "It's moments like these that bring me joy," she said, patting his arm. "Come on, big guy. It's time for me to get paid." With that, she took hold of Jacob's uninjured arm and led him out of the room, his sobs echoing all the way.

AUTHORS NOTE

sir

So I've officially started this fic. I'm going to try my best to write it because honestly, I've wanted to write a Bucky Barnes fanfiction for ages now because he's been my favourite fictional character for yearsss.

Don't forget to like and comment your thoughts!! I'd love to know what you think about Angel and what you think she and Bucky will be like together :)
Pheebs/-rosepetal