"It looks like a damn penguin convention in here..........." Clint remarked, as he looked around the rest of the men dressed in their dinner jackets. Sam doing his best not to laugh, as Bucky pulled at the black bowtie around his neck. The Winter Soldier grumbling, as he continued to moan about the need to dress like this just so that they could have dinner with some Hydra lackies.

Just like in their rooms, the Avengers had found nothing in the rest of the house or the grounds. All of them having to admit that it was a little confusing. That it was also a little concerning. None of them sure what this Daughter of Hydra could have up her sleeve, if she hadn't bothered to put cameras and microphones in their rooms.

"Do you think she'll try something tonight..............?" Sam finally asked; the rest of the team looking to Steve who was stood looking out of the window. It obvious to all that this meeting; that the knowledge of who and what she was, had had more of an effect on Steve and Bucky, than the rest of them. That it had brought back memories of a life that sometimes didn't feel like their own. That it had brought with it, the recollections of pain and death.

"I don't think so. I believe that we will find that she will be the perfect host this evening. She has us right where she wants us; she can study us at close quarters. Learn about us just by listening to the conversations that we have with one another, and from our body language............."

"Then perhaps we shouldn't go to this dinner; to the party tomorrow night............."

"Fury sent us out here to do those things, birdbrain. If she wants to study us, let her. We can study her back. And if she doesn't come with us peacefully after the party tomorrow, then I will make sure that she can't cause us, or anyone else, any problems......" Bucky interrupted Sam. The old soldier getting up from where he sat on the corner of a small desk. The former Hydra assassin, forcefully pushing passed the Falcon, as he made his way to the door of the room. The ingress being thrown open by the sargent, before he stepped into the corridor.

"You can take the soldier out of the assassin; but you can't take the assassin out of the soldier............." Tony muttered softly; ignoring the look from the captain, as he and the others made their way out of the room. Steve letting out a heavy sigh, before he followed. The captain hoping that he was right about all this; and if not.........that Bruce and Tony could handle everything until the rest of them could get to their weapons.

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Crimson............she was a vision in crimson. Once more, she had made an entrance, sauntering down the sweeping staircase before making her way over to where they all stood, partaking in drinks, before dinner was served. The smile that graced her plump red lips, giving nothing away. The sparkle in her eyes, suggesting nothing that could help them understand this Daughter of Hydra, better.

During their walk around the grounds, Steve and Bucky had spoken about what possible abilities she might have. The pair able to agree that given they and Schmidt had been given such things as enhanced strength, durability, speed and healing, because of the serums that they had received; that she must have those abilities too. Yet there was one big difference between her, the soldiers, and her father; one difference that could mean that she was capable of almost anything...........she had been born like that. The serums spliced into her very DNA by the best scientist Hydra had. It imbedded in every part of what and who she was.

"I am so glad that you could tear yourself away from the sheikh............." Tony said, as Otto handed (Y/n) a drink.

"Well, a girl can have too much of such things. And as much as I like the sheikh, he still cannot compete with the Avengers. You are quite the talk of the town, all of you. It is usually the race that attracts all the attention; but this year, well, not even that can stand up to you. I know that a number of people are hoping that you all be seen in the town tomorrow, before the race starts........" (Y/n) replied. Smiling sweetly at the billionaire, and the rest of the team.

"Perhaps you will allow me to show you around. I know of all the best places. And you are most welcome to join me watching the race, if you would like. Otto is always jealous of my little spot............."

"That I am. I swear she has the best vantage point possible........" The German agreed, taking (Y/n)'s hand and kissing it softly.

"We would love to, wouldn't we guys...........?" Tony agreed. Smiling broadly, as he looked around the others. The rest of the team, some more reluctantly than others, nodding in agreement.

"Wonderful. And for lunch, I know this quaint little restaurant near the harbour that offers the best beignets de fleurs de courgettes. And their bouillabaisse, is to die for..........oh, and speaking of food..............." (Y/n) explained. Looking over as a smartly dressed man made his way into the room.

"Dinner is served............" He announced, gesturing for those present to make their way into the next room. Otto offering (Y/n) his arm and escorting her through the door. Natasha taking Clint's arm, before following suit. Tony shrugging, before grabbing Bruce's hand and placing it in the crook of his elbow. Bruce just shaking his head, as Tony pulled him along, with Sam not far behind them. Leaving Steve and Bucky to look at one another for a moment. Their concerns not needing to be voiced, before they too made their way to see what the rest of the evening had in store.