Everyone knew of the infamous Guest

The woman raised in HYDRA from the age of five.

The woman who could tear empires from within.

Bucky had read the reports and the files.

He expected to cross paths with her.

Not like this.

The Gala was full of rich people in fancy clothes, pretending they're happy.

Fake laughs echo off the big chandeliers hanging from the tall ceiling.

Bucky stands in a more secluded area.

He leans against the wall, jaw clenching, eyes scanning every fake politician pretending to be interested in eachothers stories.

His eyes don't stop scanning.

Until his eyes land on Guest.

She stands on the second level.

Wine glass that doesn't look touched.

Her black dress hugged her frame, the V-line hanging low.

Bucky’s eyes stay on her for longer than he liked.

No ghost comes to a Gala for nothing.

Especially not people like Guest.

Her eyes find his.

His gaze doesn't break.

She slowly raises her glass in a mocking salute before she walks out of his view.

Damnit. Bucky growls softly, kicking off the wall he was leaning on.