Bucky had had better days before, but he never thought he would add "getting kidnapped by the Bishop with a federal agent as his partner" to the list of things he had lived through. While he was pretty sure it was a strange thing to add to the list, he wasn't sure it was necessarily the strangest.

Waking up underground and tied to Wilson, however, certainly added to the strangeness.

"I don't remember this in your plan," he grumbled from behind him.

Bucky snorted. "Me neither."

"Where do you think we are?"

Bucky glanced around the space. It was covered in cobwebs, but he could make out the sounds of a large crowd somewhere above him, so they couldn't be outside of the city.

"No clue," he said, "but I'm sure they'll tell us."

The Bishop may be cunning, but she liked to play mind games just as much as she liked beating him to a job. She'd tell him where they were and she'd enjoy watching him try to figure out a way to get out. Although she'd never been predictable, there are a few things about her that Bucky knew he could bet on.

As if she had heard them, the Bishop threw open the door and stepped into the space with a bottle of champagne in one hand and Tony Stark trailing behind her.

"Rise and shine, boys," she said with a cheer. She passed the bottle of champagne to Stark and walked over to where he and Wilson were tied together to a cobweb-covered pillar, stopping in front of him. "You still drool when you sleep, James," she teased, wiping her thumb across his cheek.

"No, I broke that habit a while ago," Bucky told her as she stepped back. "Must be the familiar environment that brought it back."

Her smirk looked a bit too much like a smile, but Bucky didn't point it out because he knew she'd scowl to cover it up.

"God," Stark muttered, still by the door. "Are you gonna do this the whole time? Cause god knows I won't stick around."

Bucky rolled his eyes, but the Bishop was moving back over to Stark already.

"Relax, Tony." She poured him a glass of champagne and forced it into his hands. "How about you tell our guests where they're at."

It was exactly what Bucky had expected and just what he wanted. Fortunately for him, Stark seemed as eager to share the information as Bucky was to hear it.

"Welcome to Spain," he said, which was less information than Bucky had expected. "Did you know bullfighting arenas are loud enough to cover just about any scream?"

"Bullfighting arena?" Wilson echoed.

Already, Bucky understood how it made sense. Spain was far enough from Italy that should anything go poorly, it couldn't be easily traced back to the Stark mansion and the break-in there. It was also far enough from the egg that, should Bucky successfully escape her prison, the Bishop would still beat him back to the egg.

"You sure know how to pick a hell of a place," he told the Bishop. She smirked and, again, Stark rolled his eyes.

"God, help me." He threw back his champagne and reached to refill it.

The Bishop hummed. "I thought it was nice."

"So―" Bucky nodded at Stark― "you found yourself a new partner, I see."

"Oh, god no," the Bishop and Stark said at once.

"This is a one time thing," the Bishop told him with a laugh. "Tony doesn't―what was it you said?" she asked, turning to Stark. Almost mockingly, she said, "You don't approve of my line of work?"

"I won't interfere with your line of work," Stark corrected. He took another long drink of champagne. "You're a hell of a thief, but a goddamn pain in the ass."

"You know brothers." The Bishop waved half-heartedly in Stark's direction. "Only bother to call when they need something."

Wilson didn't take the news as well as Bucky did, but he decided to cut him some slack. As far as Bucky knew, this was Wilson's first time working in the underworld and he was handling it better than most federal agents would. At least, Bucky assumed he was.

"You're a Stark?" Wilson asked.

Bucky could almost imagine him: eyes wide and confusion written across his innocent little FBI face. Too bad his back was to him so he couldn't actually see his face.

"You realize that's the most information the FBI has ever gotten on the Bishop, right?"

Oh, well that was a damn good point. It was too bad it was as useless as anything else the FBI supposedly had on the Bishop. If there was one thing they could trust, it was that Wilson would add that bit of information to the FBI's file as soon as he got back to the States. If Bucky cared, he'd warn him against it. It was just another red herring after all.

"Go ahead and follow it," the Bishop encouraged carelessly. "I'm not an amateur, dear. Nothing I tell you is useful."

Which, yeah, Bucky was absolutely sure Wilson had to know that was true.

"Natalie here―" Stark nodded at the Bishop and Bucky almost laughed at the name― "is as much a Stark as I am a cop."

"Natalie?"

Wilson was beginning to sound like a broken record and, unfortunately, proving that he did not know everything the Bishop told him was meant to send him looking in the wrong direction.

"It's not her real name, man," Bucky muttered over his shoulder. There was no use in watching Wilson make a bigger fool of himself. "You won't get anything from these two. Trust me."

The Bishop flashed a smile at him and Bucky knew his chest didn't tighten at the sight of it because they were well past that.

"I'm so goddamn confused," Wilson groaned. There was a thump and the pillar that they were tied to shook slightly as Wilson's head hit it.

"I'll explain later," Bucky promised. At the very least, he could clear up some of the poor guy's confusion.

"Oh, thank god!" the Bishop exclaimed. "I was beginning to think we'd never get through all his questions."

She made her way back over to them and Stark poured himself what had to be his fourth glass of champagne.

Bucky half expected the Bishop to stop in front of him, but she sidestepped him and came to a stop in front of Wilson. Humming to herself, he heard her fiddle with something he couldn't see. Whatever it was, though, Wilson must have been able to see it because a million dumb questions fell out of his mouth like "What is that?" and "Are you going to torture us?".

"I know you know where that third egg is, James, darling," the Bishop hummed, still out of sight.

"Don't know what you're talking 'bout, doll," he replied smoothly. As long as she didn't smirk at him with that red lipstick―yes, he had noticed the change―he could get away with lying to her.

"You know I don't believe that."

Wilson made a sound and shifted behind him and Bucky attempted to turn his head and see what the Bishop had with her.

"Tell me, James," the Bishop demanded, "or your little friend will get a one-way trip to hell."

"Shit, woman," Wilson muttered, "what did I ever do to you?"

"I don't know where it is," Bucky repeated.

The Bishop sighed and Bucky strained to see what she had in her hand when, suddenly, Wilson started shaking against the pillar and Bucky heard a faint buzz of electricity.

"What are you―Are you shocking him?" he asked. His hands fiddled with the knot around his wrists. "Goddammit, really?"

The buzzing stopped and so did Wilson's shaking. Immediately, Wilson let out a string of curses directed at both him and the Bishop.

"Tell me, James," the Bishop demanded again, "or we're going further south."

"Hey now," Wilson protested immediately. "I'm not the one who knows anything."

"Don't know," Bucky repeated yet again.

The Bishop slid into view in front of him, an electric clamp in hand. She raised an eyebrow at him, but Bucky didn't falter.

"James," she cooed, "I don't want to hurt your friend."

"Then don't!" Wilson exclaimed. The Bishop ignored him.

"Doll, you know I won't tell ya anything," Bucky replied softly. Her eyes narrowed. "This is the one thing I got above you. I ain't giving it up so easily."

There was a moment where the Bishop just watched him, head tilted slightly and red lips pursed. That electric clamp was still in her hand and Bucky knew he couldn't get himself free fast enough to stop her from using it, but she never did.

"I'll let you think it over," she told him, moving out of sight again.

There was a thunk and Wilson relaxed against the pillar so Bucky figured she must have set aside the clamp.

"When I come back, though," she warned, "I won't be so kind."

She took the champagne bottle out of Stark's hand and tapped his shoulder with it. Without further encouragement, Stark turned towards the door and led them both out, making sure to give Bucky a one-finger salute before firmly closing the door behind them.