The dress Nat had stuffed you in was unbearably tight, you weren't even sure you could move. It was red, gorgeous and way too tight, even though you could still get your gun in the thigh holster, you just weren't sure you could get it back out.

"Quit complaining Ally, you look hot." Nat told you from the bathroom. You rolled your eyes and slipped on the black heels you pulled out of your closet. Your jaw dropped when you opened Nat's door to the hallway to see Bucky standing there in a tux. Hot damn. My man is sexy.

According to his face, he thought the same thing. "Ally, you look amazing." He said, taking your hand in his. "You don't look so bad yourself handsome." They walked down to the jet, heading out immediately on a mission. You had gotten word that Hydra was running a human trafficking ring, selling anyone with powers to the highest bidder, after they had experimented on them and made more of their own. The team was going to a gala for said trafficking ring.

"The leader of this ring is Harlan Graves. That's who you'll be meeting with tonight Ally. You and Sam will pose as a couple and express your interest in buying an enhanced. Sam is the newest to the team, and you haven't really been in the public Ally, so you thought it was best to put the two of you out there." You nodded to Steve, grabbing Bucky's hand under the table.

"We'll all be on the floor, it's a masquerade party, so Hydra will have less of a chance at making an ID on one of us. If the two of you can get in the back room and find out where they are keeping these enhanced and get out of there unharmed, that would be best case scenario." Steve told you.

"And worse case?" Sam asked. Steve sighed and looked over at Nat. "Kill everyone but Harlan so we can interrogate him." Nat finished for him.

You walked into the gala on Sam's arm, your mask in place, a brown wig on your head to not draw attention. Making your way over to the bar, you ordered drinks and turned to survey the room. You saw Nat and Wanda at a table, talking to some men in very fancy suits, Steve was mingling around with Pietro and Bucky was up on the balcony, surveying the place. You eyed him for just a minute, his hair was pulled back into a bun and it really did it for you. Bucky caught you staring and smirked, making you blush under your mask and turn your attention back to Sam.

He moved in front of you and bowed dramatically, holding out his hand. "Care to dance with me gorgeous?" You rolled your eyes and laughed, taking his hand. "Of course, good sir." He led you to the dance floor and a slow song was playing. He placed his hand on your back, and took your other one in his, and you placed your free hand on his shoulder. He started to move with you, back and forth, moving the two of you around in a circle, in somewhat of a waltz.

"Okay Birdbrain I see you; you've got some moves." You said, winking at him. "Oh princess, if you thought that was my moves, you ain't seen nothin yet." He said, spinning you out and back to his chest, causing you to stifle a yelp at the surprise. Then he dipped you, putting his mouth dangerously close to your ear. "How's that?" He teased.

"Watch your hands Wilson." You heard Bucky growl into the comms. You smirked as Sam pulled you back up, continuing the pace you had been on before. "Relax Barnes, just trying to sell the lie out here, I'm not makin moves on your girl."

"Guys eyes open, Harlan Graves just entered the room. Time to work." Steve told you. Sam nodded to you and started moving back toward the bar, where Graves was sitting at a table nearby. You had a drink in hand, and you started to move closer to Graves, 'accidentally' bumping into him, spilling your drink down the front of you, and on his arm.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!" You exclaimed, feigning innocence. Graves looked down at you and a smile formed on his face. "It's quite alright sweetheart, here, lets get you cleaned up and get you another drink." You flashed a million dollar smile at him and he slid his hand around your waist and you wanted to throw up. He smelled like tequila and cigars.

"How silly of me, we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Harlan Graves." He said, holding out his hand for you. "Rebecca Quinn. Pleasure." He took your hand in his and kissed you knuckles.

Oh God. Don't throw up. Don't throw up.

"Oh my God! You are the Harlan Graves." You said, amazement in your voice. "I've heard great things about you." He pulled you closer to him, his breath hot on your neck. "Oh really, and what might those be?" He whispered. You ran your hand up his arm, resting it on his chest. "My partner and I are very interested in some of the items you have up for auction tonight." You told him, running your hand up and down his chest. His grip on you tightened. "Oh, really now? How do I not know you're trying to play me?" He growled into your ear. You turned so your body was flush against his.

"Hail Hydra." You whispered. He pulled back and smirked at you. "Well, I will say one thing. Hydra is making their agents more and more beautiful." You smiled coyly back at him, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "Thank you."

"Where is this partner you speak of?" He asked. You nodded to Sam, who made his way over, sticking out his hand to Graves. "Alex Redford." Graves shook his hand and nodded to the exit. "Come, I will show you what we have to offer tonight." He led you by your back, Sam trailing behind you. This was it, hopefully you would get the information you needed, maybe even see some of the enhanced in person, save some of them?

He led you down a hallway into a room, where three Hydra agents were waiting. There was a large desk in the middle of the room with about twenty files on it. Graves sat on one side of the table, while you and Sam sat on the other.

"We start at fifty thousand, and go up from there, depending on the powers." Graves told you. He handed you some files, and you started going through them, not being able to find use of your voice anymore. Some of these were just kids. Like, kids under the age of twelve.

"Do you see anything you like?" He asked. You were hoping Sam had an answer, because you sure as hell didn't. This brought back memories of your world, how metahumans would get captured and experimented on or sold on the black market. You shouldn't have come on this mission; you should have stayed the fuck home.

"I think we like this one." Sam said, taking the file from your hands. It was a little girl, maybe eleven or twelve, who was a pyrokinetic. You nodded and smiled. Graves took the file and looked it over. "Oh yes, she is a good one. A little mouthy, nothing a beating wont fix." Your hands clenched under the table. "She is seventy-five thousand."

"Sounds good. Where do we pick her up from?" Sam asked.

"My men will bring you to the location once you have the money." He told you. One of the agents bent down and said something in his ear at the same time you heard Steve in yours.

"Bucky was made. You have to get out of there."

Well fuck.