Zemo had clothes brought onto the plane before they left for Madripoor. The four of them changed into their respective clothes and were waiting on Mary to finish. Bucky wasn't sure how he felt about people staring at his wife in any way they wanted. He knew one thing though. He'd tear anyone to pieces if they so much as touched her. She was his alone. They didn't fight this long and hard to get here only for Mary to be touched and spoken to like she was a plaything to fulfill the Winter Soldier's needs.

But that was exactly their disguise for her.

"Are you sure this is appropriate?" Mary asks the three men, her husband specifically as she stepped out from the changing room on the private jet. Her dress looked like black and silver chain mail, her pendant stood out along with her eyes as being the only things of color on her body. Her dress hit her mid thigh, coming above her knees. And she had on a pair of strappy heals with enough support so she could run if needed. Her hair was curled slightly with her mother's silver dragonfly pin in her hair.

Bucky's eyes grew three sizes as he stared at his wife in awe.

"You fit the role perfectly, Mary." Zemo compliments her and she rolls her eyes, crossing her arms at him.

"I'm the only person for the role." She quips back, "I don't like the role i'm playing but i'm not letting anyone else do it." Mary points out to them as Bucky stands. He grabs his leather jacket he was wearing before and lays it over her shoulders. Essentially claiming what's his without speaking it. "Thank you, James." She whispers, looking up at him. Her hand rested itself on his stubbled cheek and he nodded towards her.

"You're my wife, Luna." He whispers in reply. "I'll protect you no matter the cost." Bucky tells her and she knew he meant every word. Mary knew that Bucky would risk losing himself to Winter once again if it meant she was safe. Because even if Winter was a killer, he never harmed Mary. The innate nature of protecting Mary had always stayed with Bucky as he lost himself to Winter over the decades. His protective nature translated into protecting his own daughter in the Red Room without even knowing who she was.

"It wont come to that, Alpha." She whispers, kissing him to reassure her husband that she wasn't going to let it get that far. He kissed her back with urgency, the looming danger was rushing through him, the thought of Mary seeing him act like Winter for the first time was making him more stressed than he had felt in a long time.

Sam clears his throat as he stands from his chair. "We should probably get going here soon." He says, watching the couple pull away slightly but their foreheads connect as they take a small moment for themselves.

Zemo nods in agreement with Sam but then turns to look at the couple as they fully pull away, Bucky's arm still wrapped around Mary's waist though. "If i may ask one question..." He begins, drawing the eyes of the three of them onto him. "But what you call each other?"

Sam raises an eyebrow and then looks over at Mary and Bucky, "The Luna and Alpha thing?" He asks for clarification and Zemo nods.

"That's the one."

Mary looks at Bucky and he nods slightly, still staring at Zemo but he was calmed down enough as he could be. "In our home, our family is called the Wolves of Wakanda." She explains, a small smile appearing on her face. "We each have our wolf name that the Wakandans call us. It's an honor to us." Mary adds and smiles upwards at Bucky, he gives her his own small smile in return. Remembering when they first started to call them by their wolf names before Jamie was born. "James is the White Wolf, our Alpha of the pack. I'm the Gray Wolf, the Luna, the Healer."

"Becca, Winnie and Jamie...?" Sam asks. He had heard the names before, recently even, but he couldn't remember what Becca and Winnie's wolf names were. He was pretty sure he had heard Jamie's, but in the moment he couldn't remember.

"Becca is Red, Winnie is Green, and Jamie is Gold." Bucky says for Mary. "The colors represent pieces of ourselves the Wakandans deem valuable and important."

"Red represents Becca in more ways than one. Her past if covered in red letters." Mary says and Bucky nods in agreement, "Her time in the Red Room and under Sinclair's influence won't ever leave her. But the color has new meaning for her now." Becca was their spitfire princess and she embraced that. But red meant many things for her. Her beloved Lena, her precious second set of parents Alexei and Melina. Her life under Sinclair was hell and back, but those three people along with Natasha made it tolerable when she was younger. The red in her ledger wasn't gone, but it had taken new meaning.

"Win's is green because it means life and regrowth." Bucky continues. "She came back to us." He says and Mary nods with a few tears threatening to fall but she blinks them away as she breathes out; calming herself down. They weren't going to say anything more because of Zemo. Sam knew what the couple meant and that was enough for them. Implying that Winnie had been dead and came back to them implicated that someone knew necromancy of some kind. And Mary did not want Zemo knowing anything about that.

"And Jamie is our sunshine. He came to us when we needed him most, he makes our days brighter. He walks into a room and he makes the mood lighter." Mary finishes and Sam nods in agreement, remembering his time while he was on the run with Pietro and Steve. How in the few times they visited, Jamie always greeted them with the biggest smile. His squeals filled the air as Steve picked him up as a toddler and Pietro would take Jamie on runs around Wakanda.

"I see." Zemo says as he steps off the jet, the three following behind him. "It's a part of the culture you now live in." He states. Mary and Bucky simply nod in agreement.

As they walked down the steps of the jet, Bucky became stiffer. His demeanor shifted into one Mary had only seen a few times. He took her arm and wrapped it around his flesh one, letting his vibranium arm swing by his side while they walked on the street.

Mary knew she needed to put on a front, similar to the one Bucky had put on now. She needed to not show emotion. She needed to not draw attention to herself. Mary was Winter's plaything he kept around to calm him down and satisfy him. That was it.

"We have to do something to fix this." Sam comments as he looks over his outfit, "I'm the only one that looks like a pimp." He grumbles and Mary chuckles as she holds onto her husband's arm while walking beside Zemo.

"Only an American would assume a fashion forward Black man looks like a pimp." Zemo comments and Mary raises an eyebrow at his statement. "You look exactly like the man you're supposed to be playing." He states matter of' factly as he pulls out his phone and shows Sam a picture of the man he's portraying. "The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger."

Sam rolls his eyes as he looks over the image on Zemo's phone, "He even has a bad nickname." He grumbles. Sam was the only one out of the four of them that had to portray someone besides himself. Mary would go by her middle name should any of them need to call for her. She hadn't gone by Elizabeth or Liza in years since the Civil War when she no longer felt that her alias as Elizabeth Bryne was helping her. As Sam looks at the image a bit closer he raises an eyebrow, "Hell, he does look like me, though." He comments.

As they continued walking, Zemo sniffed around at the air. Sam and Bucky took notice of the change in air as well. Mary's pendant and powers caught wind of it and didn't let it enter her system. The stone didn't allow its host to become poisoned or weak. If it sensed something around it was off, it would deflect it. "Do you smell that?" Zemo asks them.

"Yeah, what is that? Acid?" Sam asks curiously.

"Madripoor." Mary answers.

"No matter what happens, we have to stay in character." Zemo tells the three of them, looking ahead but his eyes glanced at Mary. "Our lives depend on it. There's no margin for error." He states, "Liza, you are his off switch essentially." Zemo informs Mary and she nods.

"Should James need to act like Winter, i get him to calm down." She states and Zemo nods. She understood her role despite how nervous she was. Mary could feel the emotions of the three men but mostly Bucky. He was nervous but he knew what to do. He had done this for seventy years of his life.

A car pulled in front of where they were walking and blocked their path, Zemo glanced over to where the city was more lit up and lively. "Over there is High Town. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town's the other way." Zemo informs Mary and Sam. Bucky already knew this, he had been here years ago when he was still Winter.

Zemo climbed in the passenger seat of the car while Sam and Bucky climbed into the back. While still in character, Bucky pulled Mary onto his lap with a deadpan expression. His metal arm wrapped itself around her protectively when the driver glanced back at the couple. She could hear it whirring ever so slightly to intimidate those it was made to scare.

"Let me guess. We don't have any friends in High Town." Sam comments just before he sits down in the car.

As the car drove to its destination, Mary heard thunder roll over head and she smiled softly. Bucky looked at his wife, her amber eyes looking out the window as rain poured outside. "думаешь о Торе?" Thinking about Thor? Bucky asked his wife in a gruff monotone voice. He couldn't show any emotion, but he could still speak with his wife as long as it was in Russian.

Mary nods, fixing his jacket around her shoulders and situating herself on his lap. "я скучаю по нему." I miss him. She whispered back to Bucky. It had only been six months since he left with the Guardians, but that didn't mean his absence wasn't felt by the woman he considered a sister.

"когда-нибудь ты снова увидишь его. Он обещал." You'll see him again someday. He promised. He responds and Mary nods, sending him her emotions of happiness and love instead of showing him with a facial expression.

Bucky looked at his wife with a slightly surprised expression, "когда ты научился это делать?" When did you learn to do that? He asks curiously.

Mary breathes out a small, barely audible laugh as she bites her lip and looks down at her hands, "около месяца назад. Когда ты сделал этот ход ...." About a month or so ago. When you did that one move. She trails off as she glances back at Bucky through the corner of her eyes.

Bucky looks at his wife with a mischievous smirk, "Ты немного шалунья, ты это знаешь?" You're a little minx, you know that? He asks her as his arms shift around her and he shifts his hips slightly as he sits in the car. He places his metal hand on the back of her head and pulls her into a feverish kiss. Mary places her hands on his face as she kisses him back deeply. They were in character, why not have some fun?

"Меня вырвет." I'm gonna vomit. Sam quips to the couple after they spend a few minutes playing into their roles. He learned that line in Wakandan and Russian to spite them.

Mary breaks away from her husband, breathing heavily a bit. Her hair a bit disheveled from their make out. She smirks and tilts her head at Sam with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. She shifts herself to straddle Bucky to please her husband and also make Sam uncomfortable. The husband smirks at Sam and then looks back at his wife, his hands instinctively moving to hold her butt.

They move to continue what they were doing until flashes of red and blue lights appear from outside the car. They were being guided into Low Town. Bucky could pick out at least six motorcyclists that were surrounding them, armed with at least two firearms strapped to them.

Once they exit the car, they made their way further into Low Town. Zemo led them while Bucky stayed in the back, his flesh arm draped over Mary's shoulders. Mary looked ahead instead of doing what she normally would've done in a place like this. She wouldn't normally looked around at the other people around them. But for her to keep up the charade, she had to ignore everyone but Bucky and Zemo who was acting as Winter's handler.

They walked on a scaffolding bridge over train tracks while people mingled below them. This gave Mary the same feel of when she went with T'Challa, Okoye and Nakia to the gambling club in South Korea to stop Klaw.

Bucky scanned the people they walked past, seeing women offering their bodies to wealthy people, others standing guard with rifles. He saw people packing narcotics out in the open. He never wanted Mary here, she was too pure for this side of the world no matter how long she'd been alive.

Sam glanced around him, seeing men and women alike openly carrying their weapons because they knew no one could touch them. Mary took one glance behind her shoulder and saw graffiti that said the Power Broker is always watching. Mary knew Logan had run-ins with people that traveled through Madripoor. He had warned her to never set foot there. She would have to apologize for breaking her promise to him after they finished up with what they were doing here.

"Here we are." Zemo whispers to them as they make their way through the crowds of people in the bar they'd entered. "готовы подчиниться, Зимний солдат?" Ready to comply, Winter Soldier? Zemo speaks in Russian to Bucky loudly for those around them to hear. Now people knew Winter was here.

"Is that the Winter Soldier?" A man asks as Mary passes by more people, Bucky leading her with his arm still around her shoulders. "Does he have a plaything now?"

When they reach the bar, Bucky lifts Mary with ease onto a stool. He leans against the bar counter behind her, his arm still around her but not on her shoulders anymore. The bartender notices the four of them and makes his way over to greet them.

"Hello, gentlemen, lady." The bartender greets them. "Wasn't expecting you, Smiling Tiger." He states to Sam. All Sam does as he leans against the counter is nod curtly. He wasn't going to try speaking to anyone if he could help it.

"His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby." Zemo informs the bartender. Other people around them take notice of Zemo's statement and eye Mary. Bucky shifts his footing as he stands around Mary. He was protecting her without saying a single word. His body language spoke volumes to the people around them. If anyone touched Mary, they would be put through the floor without hesitation.

The bartender looks Zemo over and then looks back at Sam, "The usual?" He asks. Sam nods bigly in reply. Mary leans her elbows on the bar counter as Bucky surveyed their surroundings. She watched as the bartender pulled out a snake from a jar, laying it on his cutting board and then proceeded to cut it open.

"The poor thing." Mary comments with a slightly higher inflection of her voice. She then looks at Bucky with a whip of her head, "Right, baby?" She asks him and the bartender finishes making Sam's drink and looks at Mary with shock on his face.

Bucky glances back with a deadpan expression and then pulls Mary in for a deep kiss. Staking his claim on her for the public around them to see. If they didn't know before, they did now.

Zemo pays them no mind as Bucky finishes his little show. He knew they'd have to put on more of a show than they normally do. "Ah, Smiling Tiger, your favorite." Zemo comments.

"Ew." Mary mutters in slight disgust as she leans into Bucky. Her arms moving to rest on his shoulder.

Sam glances at Mary and Bucky before staring back at his drink. He picks up his shot glass and turns towards Zemo. "I love these." He states in a slightly deeper tone before he and Zemo clink their drinks in a cheers. Bucky watches out of the corner of his eyes, not taking his attention off those around them. Mary cringes as Sam drinks the snake shot, she knew then that Sam really did want to vomit. Bucky slightly nods in approval while Sam gives the bartender a thumbs up.

A man soon steps over to where the four are and looks at Zemo. "Got word from on high. You ain't welcome here."

Zemo shrugs, "I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me..." Zemo trails off and motions to Mary and Bucky.

The man looks at Bucky and then eyes Mary up and down, "New haircut and woman?" He asks.

"Or bring Selby her a chat." Zemo states. The man looks the couple over once more before turning and walking away.

Bucky looks at Zemo with an annoyed expression, "A power broker? Really?" He asks quietly.

"Every kingdom needs its king. Let's just pray we stay under his radar." Zemo responds and Mary leans into Bucky slightly, not wanting to make this trip any longer than it needs to be.

"Do you know him?" Mary asks softly.

"Only by reputation." Zemo replies and then leans his backside against the bar counter, "In Madripoor he is judge, jury and executioner." He states and then looks at Mary as a man steps towards them with a weapon drawn. Mary looks over at the man and removes her hands from Bucky. "Зимний солдат. Атака" Winter Soldier. Attack. He 'commands' Bucky as the man places his hand on Zemo's shoulder.

Bucky's arm whirrs as he grips the man's hand tightly and bends it backwards. Mary watches with a monotone expression as Bucky grips the guy's shoulder and flips him in the air with ease, releasing his hold on his hand and slamming him down into the ground. Another man tries to attack Bucky but the memories of Winter seem to take hold of him. He punches the man in three different places until kicking him backwards into another person. Bucky walks over to the man he kicked and breaks the table as he kicks the man again, more violently than before. The bartender cringes as he looks at Mary.

"Now... why don't you give Miss Selby a ring, hmm?" Mary asks the bartender with a smirk as Bucky continues to throw men into the ground, taking a knife from one and punching a man with it. "Or else my lover won't stop." She threatens with a sweet voice. "And we don't want him destroying customers or the bar, do we? No..." she informs the bartender and he picks up a phone from underneath the bar.

Sam watches in shock as Bucky continues his tirade of beating men half to death. He watches at Bucky moves his body swiftly and effectively as he punches two men and kicks another one through the decor framing. Zemo glances at Mary and then looks at Sam, "Didn't take much for him to fall back into form." He comments as Bucky violently grips a man by his throat and slams him onto the bar counter next to Mary, Sam and Zemo.

Around the room, they hear guns begin to cock by the bystanders that have watched. Mary hops off the bar stool before Sam does anything out of character. She moves over to Bucky casually and rests her hand on his metal arm though internally she's not exactly terrified, but she's nervous. She just witnessed a side of her husband she'd never seen before, given it was just a small fraction of what Winter truly did. While she had to pretend it turned her on, internally she was nervous.

"Lover." Mary whispers to him, nipping at his ear as her other hand places itself on his cheek. She slowly turns his head towards her. "You taught these bad people a lesson. Now... why don't i give you a reward." She says and he releases the man he was still holding by the throat and wraps his arms tightly around Mary. Her leg hitches around his as he kisses her deeply and emotionally. The adrenaline of the fight still surging through him. He trailed kisses down her neck with urgency causing Mary to gasp in pleasure. Her hands gripping onto his hair tightly.

"Selby will see you now." The bartender states to Zemo and Sam.

"Thank you." Zemo says as the man drops from beneath the distracted couple. "Зимний солдат." Winter Soldier. He calls for Bucky and the couple knows they need to stop. Mary slowly pulls away from Bucky and grabs his metal hand, leading him away from the crowds that were watching in a mixture of shock, anger and pleasure.

"Come on, Lover." Mary says sweetly as she follows Zemo and Sam into a backway of the bar to where Selby is waiting.

Thought i'd add some spicy scenes in this chapter since Mary and Bucky were playing their "roles". It honestly fits them tbh if you think about it.

Here's Mary's ensemble! (Just imagine an amber stone pendant)

Love, Red