#Zemo afterwards: it was good no
Text
The Bath
MDNI
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Baron Helmut Zemo x reader
Warnings: Cockwarming, mentions of previous violence between the two before their relationship began (he's a villain, they're ex-SHIELD guys c'mon), reference to a break-in.
Note: Liebling = darling, liebchen = sweetheart, bärchen = cute bear.
There are no rose petals in your bath.
Early on, your love had tried his best to be romantic, creating a path with rose petals to a large claw-foot tub that was absolutely teeming with them. The water was lightly fragranced, and while it had been the perfect temperature, you were covered in petals afterwards, including in some places that petals truly did not belong. You hadn't complained - you'd never put your sweet Baron down for trying to do something romantic for you - but he had somehow known how much you disliked them.
No, today, your bath is fizzy and bubbly from bath bombs. The shimmery swirl of the water doesn't bother you in the same way as the petals, and steam gently drifts from the surface to show it's the perfect temperature. You sigh blissfully, letting your lover take your robe from you and press kisses along your shoulders while you kick your slippers off into the corner out of the way. Zemo hangs up your robe for you, then takes your hand to help you into the clawfoot tub, a smile overtaking his face as you sink into the water with a happy moan.
"Good?"
"Perfect." You correct him, "Or, near enough."
"I love you dearly, liebchen, but I do not enjoy boiling quite like you do." He retorts, bending to kiss your forehead, then leaning against the counter in his adorable little silk robe. You pout at him, and he pouts right back, mocking you playfully. Eventually, as the water cools to a normal, livable temperature, he approaches to nudge you forwards and slip in behind you. You're both clean - freshly showered, but needing some intimacy and relaxation after a long, long day. Once he's settled, he lifts you carefully, holding you steady above him as he runs the head of his cock through your folds, then pulls you down into his lap, impaling you upon him. You curl into Zemo's arms, leaning against his chest and letting your eyes close, satiated in your fullness. It's been a while since you've been able to do this. He's been gone for nearly two weeks on a mission he's been very hush-hush about, but he returned to you unharmed, and that's all you can ask for. The hours of running around town with him after picking him up at the airstrip at the crack of dawn because you couldn't help but want to be there with Oeznik when he landed had certainly taken it's toll on you.
"Will you read to me tonight?" You ask him, and he squeezes you closer, tracing his fingertip over one pert nipple, then cupping your breast in his hand.
"Have I ever said no?"
You smile.
"Shortly after we first met. It was very rude of you, bärchen."
Zemo rolls his eyes at you, but his smile is fond as he presses it to your temple.
"You were very rude, liebling. You punched me in the throat." He reminds you, and you grin to yourself, pressing your bottom back into his hips.
"You broke into my house - how was I to know you were with my friends? Anyways, you've long forgiven me. I hardly think you were even mad, my love, you were rock hard when you pinned me to the wall. In my own home. That you had just broken into." Your voice is playful, and Zemo groans against your shoulder, knowing he has lost. It had been rather rude of him.
"Little did I know that the little ex-SHIELD agent would bend over my counter for me the moment we were alone in Riga. Besides, Sam told me that they called you." His stubble rubs against your neck, and you sigh, letting him rock you ever so gently as you take comfort in his arms.
"Excuses, excuses."
78 notes
·
View notes
Text
Seeing Black - Bucky Barnes (18+ MINORS DNI)
TITLE: “Seeing Black” - Bucky Barnes (18+ MINORS DNI)
FANDOM: Marvel’s “Falcon and The Winter Soldier”
CHARACTER: James “Bucky” Barnes
MAIN PAIRING: James “Bucky” Barnes + Female Reader
MAIN STORYLINE: Years have passed, but you’ll never forget….
Author’s Note: Hey! Here’s the sequel to “Shards.” As a warning, this One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. Thanks so much for reading and feedback would be greatly appreciated. - V. 💜
Also dedicated to @targaryenvampireslayer. Thank you so much for supporting my work! 🩵
Shards - Bucky Barnes (18+ MINORS DNI)
Main Masterlist
__________
2024
James never even heard your story. The real one. Did you serve the country like him before HYDRA found something?
Possibilities seemed endless with someone like you.
Skilled. Inconspicuous. Brutal when need be.
Fucking beautiful.
Could some of your own missions ever involve seducing people for information?
All these years later, James learns at last that the answer is yes.
Apparently, you were hired as one of Selby’s private servers. Setting down bottles on the table and organizing glasses, you barely make eye contact with all three men. Your body sways in this tight dress. Even fabric rides up whenever you move.
If not for his need to stay in character around Zemo and Sam, James would’ve flirted.
As of now, he’s fighting every urge to step forward and acknowledge you. You’re teasing this room in the worst way possible, intoxicating.
“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum and I will give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything that you want.” Helmut Zemo stood up from his chosen armchair and lurked towards James, momentarily baiting Selby here.
You can’t do anything, only pouring each glass of whisky for the guests. Nearby, Helmut Zemo, an escaped terrorist, rubs James’s chin.
“Now, that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you straight away. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right.” Selby almost plastered her wickedly famous smile.
It wasn’t long before Zemo then sat back down in the chic armchair, gladly taking the drink. James and Sam were once again quiet, refusing other glasses.
“Thank you.” Zemo’s Sokovian accent rasps towards you towards dim lighting. His deep brown eyes also send chills.
“You like her?” Selby smirks, glancing near Zemo for just a moment. You planned to corner elsewhere in the room, but this woman brought up another “special” tonight.
Internally, James wants to end that facade right now and punch Zemo square in the face. Of course Sam can’t look out of place either, but even he knows what’s going on.
An incoming prospect couldn’t actually be happening. Did you even consent for moments like this?
“She is remarkable.” Zemo continues, glancing up at you from the chair and biting his lip soon afterwards.
“Come here, love.” Selby purrs once more, gesturing for you to come back near this crowd.
With no other choice, you listen, striding your heels towards Selby and these particular men. You can’t look weak around James, especially given current circumstances.
One wrong move will lead towards death.
“Yes?” You finally allow yourself to speak and then face Selby in the name of complete obedience. Staying in Madripoor keeps you out of a cage, no matter how dark every night could be.
“Help my friend. He’s rotted away in a German prison for eight years.” Selby implies so much and you know the drill by now.
Satisfy whoever. Listen to every command like a good girl.
Staying in character but slightly intrigued, Zemo rests his glass down and prepares for all you offer.
James wants to scream. He remains stone faced, but burns within. Despite his call to this mission of Dr. Nagel’s plan, he remembers that amazing night with you.
The car. The hotel room. Your mewling cries of pleasure. Growling to reach your melted spots over and over again.
Both lust and need course through James, but envy rears its head, showing up as you face Zemo and dare the unthinkable.
You’ve straddled the Baron and reach out to smooth back his light brown hair. He wrapped both arms around your waist.
“Anything you want.” You say to Zemo, curling your nail to run one lingering touch along his bare chin.
All that you can manage from Zemo is earning one feverish kiss. He sat up in the armchair and settled your weight further onto him, setting his dangerous lips onto yours.
By the time your own lips pull away from him and you rise to leave the press of his ever-slightly mounting pants, Zemo struggles breathing. Even one curl falls out of nowhere, shadowing brown eyes.
“She’s brillant.” Selby chimes back in.
“What were we discussing?” Seconds later, Zemo clears his thoat, trying to stop the absolute erection that should’ve kicked off now.
“Nagel.” Selby winks in return, surely going back into this conversation.
__________
“What the hell is wrong with you?” James finally breaks character and yells at Zemo.
By this point, all three men had chased out the Brass Monkey Saloon because Sarah called Sam’s phone, almost immediately prompting covers to be ruined.
Just before Selby could signal their kill, one piercing gunshot ran out, all thanks to Sharon Carter.
With Selby dead, bullets zipped and this huge escape ran out, leaving one bounty to loom right over their heads.
“Part of the plan.” Zemo defends himself.
“Looked desperate if you ask me.” James rips back. “Should’ve taken my chance to kill you on the plane.” James metions his earlier close-call. Zemo had called out Nakajima after reading Steve’s gifted notebook.
“Is that jealousy I hear right now, James?” Briefly smiling, Zemo keeps talking regardless. “Do you want a complete stranger?”
Shut the hell up. You have no idea. James thought to himself.
“Sharon, did you see her get out of there?” Ignoring Zemo, James mentions you, hoping that you’re still alive.
“Yes.” Sharon reveals.
_____________
Sharon’s party ends near two in the morning.
In one bedroom, somehow not even drunk, Zemo is nursing his umpteeth drink of the night. Yet, he then sets that glass elsewhere and opts to settle down at last. No more grooving.
Sam snores in another guest room, worn out from that mission instead of jamming this evening with other people.
As for James, he found you on the dance floor. You dodged Zemo that time, swaying alone in a brand-new outfit. No blood. You looked genuinely happy for once because Sharon must’ve saved you too.
Now, you’re kissing James on the couch, half-naked as another striking dress pools around your waist. His leftward metal arm also whirs at times, clutching the hold in question.
“Did you like him?” James asks you, surely mentioning Zemo and revealing that low New York accent.
“It wasn’t bad. He got hard too. I’m not stupid.” You tell James.
“Nasty bastard.” James mumbles and you run your fingers close to his beard, gently scratching. “I’m better.”
“I know.” You say, remembering everything about what happened eight years ago.
____________
Using a condom this time, James turns you around for his favorite position. Over and over again, you muffle cries of pleasure as his hips slap against your bare ass once more.
Dressed in this black and dapper suit earlier, this former Winter Soldier unbuttoned his slacks, sliding into you from the back mercilessly.
He then covered your mouth wth his leftward metal palm, trying to stifle the possibility of getting caught. He’ll always remember what went down in the car.
Sharon’s rooms aren’t soundproof here.
“This is mine! Remember?” James clenches his bright teeth once more, still not trying himself away.
“Yes!” You whimper into one sofa and his New York accent growled closer and closer towards you.
“Cum for me, Doll. It’s safe now. Cum.” James offers that direction without malice, wanting you around before anyone else. Zemo be damned.
“Oh…” You cry out and spill for James as told, warming up the condom seconds later.
His hips stutter and James pulls out of your core, leaving you empty as he throws out the condom.
Not long after you’ve fixed your dress, James returns to the couch. He then grabs your face with both hands, metal and bare, to kiss you deeply.
Your breath trembles when James moves away from you, ending another moment of passion.
__________
“Four members of the radical group the Flag Smashers were killed today in a car bomb attack as they were being transferred to a high-security prison. There are no suspects in the bombing. The group had opposed the global relocation efforts of the GRC, who just this week had announced changes in their overall policies of repatriation and resettlement.”
You’ve escaped Madripoor at last, but listen to the radio while driving in New York. Whoever was responsible for taking out those remaining Flag Smashers would deal with hell in time.
Recently, your own record was quickly pardoned on the basis of extenuating circumstances. The Blip and Snap screwed up everyone, leaving countless folks to go mad, if not act worse like Karli.
Now, times were different. You started with a clean slate, and could wake up every day with a clear conscience.
Pulling onto one extremely familiar parking lot, you roll down the window and honk that horn, calling out towards fresh air.
“Buck, we’ll be late! Hurry.” You then notice James stubbing out a cigarette and call his nickname.
“Thought I could drive.” Smiling, he leans inward to kiss you and walks around for the passenger seat.
“Come on.” You rush to speak, almost speeding out of the lot as this car leaves Dr. Raynor’s office.
____________
“She's your girlfriend now?” Sam, now officially working as Captain America, questions James at the Wilson family cookout in Lecroix days later.
“Yeah.” James confirms this truth and lifts his beer, watching you laugh with Sarah across the boardwalk.
Happy endings exist after all.
#smut warning#tw guns#guns tw#violence tw#dark themes tw#tw dark content#happy ending#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes drabble#minors do not interact#minors dni#18+ only#strong language#flash warning#bright lights tw
26 notes
·
View notes
Text
Day 1: Under the Table - Undertow
DeadDoveKink’s Frisky February 2024 Event
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo
Summary: Sam’s phone doesn’t blow their cover at Selby’s, and Zemo is invited to a party afterwards - a party where Bucky has to stay in character as Zemo’s obedient soldier, where the attendees have expectations of the Soldier when he’s with his handler. It’s not quite as difficult to be the Soldier for Zemo as it probably should be, and every command makes it easier and easier for Bucky to slip a little deeper.
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Episode: s01e03 Power Broker (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier TV), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Under the Table, Oral Sex, Foot Fetish, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Dubious Consent
Word count: 3495
Link: Undertow
Excerpt:
He falls in step with Zemo, just behind and to his left as they leave for the party.
“I trust you’ll be able to hold the charade a while longer, James?” Zemo says quietly, not turning around.
He has the tiniest inflection on ‘charade’. Bucky wonders how much he’s guessed.
“Yes,” Bucky says.
It comes out flatter than he means it to. The Soldier had never been expressive.
“Good,” Zemo says.
The praise- it’s not praise, Bucky tells himself desperately. That wasn’t praise, that was just confirmation. Just conversation. His body and mind don’t agree with him. His being centers even more on Zemo and his thoughts start to float. He doesn’t fight it as much as he should.
#yeah im behind lol#winterbaron#deaddovekink#frisky february 2024#sixdemon fic#yeah idk how this turned out but here we go anyway
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hunting Roses - Chapter 3
AN: This is a yandere Zemo fic. That means that it will have dark content. I do not endorse these relationships and behaviour in real life. This chapter contains spoilers for past Marvel movies and mentions of a panic attack.
The first thing that you heard when your feet touched the solid ground was a frightened yell of “BABA YAGA!”
“No Kurt,” a soothing, familiar voice replied, sounding more than a little exasperated as you opened your eyes, “that is (Name). She is a former student.”
You smiled at the Professor and waved at Kurt.
“You should come inside. We have a lot to discuss,” Professor Xavier stated as he turned his wheelchair around and wheeled himself back inside the school.
Even though the Professor had reassured Kurt that you weren’t Baba Yaga, whoever that was, you still caught the anxious and suspicious glances that Kurt sent in your direction as you walked inside the school.
Growing frustrated with Kurt’s attitude, you spoke, “Who exactly is Baba Yaga?”
Kurt looked embarrassed at being caught but answered you nonetheless, “Baba Yaga is a witch that eats children.” You were pretty sure that he was from Russia, judging by his accent. Kurt wasn’t finished with his explanation, “She come at night and she steal them. If she is hunting you, no lock or door will stop her.”
You raised your eyebrows even as a feeling of nostalgia bubbled up inside of you while you walked through the mansion, “You thought I was Baba Yaga because I appeared from nowhere in front of you right?”
“Da.” Kurt confirmed with a nod. You reached the Professor’s office at the same time and Kurt gestured for you to walk through the doorway first. You murmured a thank you and Kurt followed you.
As soon as you stepped into the office, Storm engulfed you in a hug. “We saw what you did in Sokovia.”
“Magneto and Mystique even dropped by to see if you’d come back,” Logan grunted, “got the feeling they were impressed with you.”
You shifted uneasily at the mention of Magneto once Storm released you. You had a nagging feeling that his visit was more to do with your guess about Wanda’s parentage than him dropping by because he was impressed with how you acted in Sokovia.
“Good to have you back (Name),” Jean greeted as she moved a chair over towards you.
“May I look inside your mind?” Professor Xavier inquired.
You had a feeling this was coming and you nodded as Jean moved to stand behind the Professor. Despite your own nerves, you sent her a reassuring smile once you realised that she would be temporarily projecting your memories into the minds of everybody in the office.
As you exhaled, you felt the Professor’s presence in your mind and you focused on the memory of Ross introducing the Accords and the discussion afterwards.
“Whoa, that was definitely not what I expected,” Scott breathed after the Professor withdrew from your mind.
“Took the words right outta my mouth, One Eye,” Logan agreed.
Jean was visibly trembling and the room was starting to shudder as well. You jumped out of the seat and got Scott’s attention with a quick gesture. Thankfully, his mind was thinking alongside the same path that yours was and he guided Jean across the room and sat her down in the chair.
“Those that do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it,” the Professor quoted mournfully as Jean’s panic attack subsided.
“I couldn’t stay there and watch that kind of thing happen again,” you revealed, “and there’s also the slight problem of me being offered immunity when no other Avenger was offered that perk.”
“That worries me too,” Scott commented, “don’t take this the wrong way, (Name) but if I was the one handing out immunity for something like this, you wouldn’t be in my top three. Maybe in the top ten but I would only offer you immunity if I had no other choice.”
“I get what you’re saying” you stated before turning to the Professor, “what do you think? Do you agree with what Scott said?”
The Professor frowned thoughtfully, “I’m not sure that the Accords is the only thing going on here. Years ago when Doctor Bruce Banner was working alongside General Ross, a monster called Abomination was created on the General’s watch which forced the General and Doctor Banner to temporarily team up. As the Hulk, Doctor Banner fled after the battle but the General would have been subject to intense scrutiny as a result.”
“You think that someone with more power intervened in that situation and because of that Ross owed them a favour,” Logan suggested.
“I do.” Professor Xavier replied, “I think there are several layers to General Ross’ actions and reactions. I also think that the offer of immunity to (Name) only is a smaller part of a bigger plan. I don’t think that it was a coincidence that this offer of immunity was made at the same time that the Accords were introduced to them. Whichever way I look at this issue, I come to the same conclusion. The intent behind the Accords and the offer of immunity were meant to divide the Avengers. When I think about it, the reasons behind offering (Name) immunity range from benevolent to vengeful. Somehow, I don’t think the intent behind the offer was to harm (Name) but to harm the Avengers and ensure (Name)’s safety at the same time.”
#mywriting#civil war au#spoilers for marvel movies#yandere helmut zemo#female reader#avengers tea#avengers fanfic#avengers au#reader is an avenger#reader has powers#enemies to friends#friends to lovers#dark helmut zemo#dark zemo#yandere zemo#avengers x x men#ant man 2 references#professor xavier#logan howlett#scott summers#ororo munroe#storm#jean grey#kurt goreshter
27 notes
·
View notes
Note
I first followed you (a decade ago??? help) because your version of Don and Sloan -had and still has tbh - a choke grip on my heart
Oh my gosh! Don and Sloan! I remember to this day watching they're fight in Bullies when he puts Sloan's chin up and then they're fight afterwards 'you think I'm here to make you feel better' and thinking ... oh you two care about each other, but just writing it off as like a 'cj/toby' style friendship (which I can totally work with btw, cj & toby are soulmates, fight me on that).
I have never been happier to be proven wrong. You should have heard the inhuman noises I made in the last episode of season one.
Also I think between Ben/Leslie; Don/Sloan; Obidala; Tyrion/Sansa and my SVU ships of Carisi/Rollins; and Barba/Benson my shipping preferences can apparently be summed up as take one slightly acerbic asshole pragmatist, who is fundamentally a really decent guy, and watch him walk through fire for his badass wife.
Zemo x Sharon ... okay take the 'fundamentally good part out'
But yeah basically it's all the same ship
P.S. When I threw the 'tell me why you follow me' message up I never expected to be walking down fandom memory lane, but I am loving it. Thank you all.
7 notes
·
View notes
Note
A SamBuckyZemo prompt: SamBucky are an established couple. Sometimes they take Zemo to bed, but just as a parolee with benefits. After sex Zemo always gets up and leaves, and SamBucky are fine with being left alone for some affectionate cuddle time. After one post-mission adreneline induced threesome, Zemo is so exhausted and thoroughly fucked that he sub-drops right into deep sleep. Initially not very thrilled about his prolonged stay, SamBucky discover the sleeping Baron is quite squishable :3
Getting back to prompts. :D
--
The first time that Zemo ended up in Sam and Bucky's bed was an adrenaline-fueled "how are we actually alive" hookup and Bucky got the feeling that Zemo felt as weird about it as they did afterwards.
But it kept happening, now and then, in roadside motels and suburban Airbnbs and cushy safehouses. Sam was the one who kept trying to put the brakes on it, but honestly, it was really hard to stop Zemo from doing anything he wanted to do, and apparently what he occasionally wanted was no-holds-barred stress-relief sex. This was usually followed by a polite good night to each of them, accompanied by a light kiss, and Zemo retreating to his own room and then making breakfast for them in the morning.
And now this.
"He's on my arm," Sam murmured, but very quietly, barely moving his lips.
It hadn't been a good day. They were all three exhausted, banged up, scraped and bruised. Things had gone sideways with the hostages they were trying to rescue. It was one of those days when you crawled home and took a long, hot shower, licked your wounds a little, and tried to find ways to ground yourself and get your brain to shut off for a while.
Sex was pretty good for that.
But whereas sex involving Zemo was usually energetic, athletic, and inventive (Zemo was up for just about anything and happy to come up with ideas), this had been gentler, quiet and careful, with attention to each other's sore places and a lot of petting and kissing.
And then Zemo, who had clearly been flagging toward the end, fell asleep almost instantly, sandwiched between them.
Bucky would normally have looked forward to rolling over and wrapping himself around Sam. Now there was a limp, heavy, out-like-a-light wall of Zemo between them.
Bucky nudged him a little.
"Don't wake him up," Sam whispered.
"Didn't you just say he's on your arm?"
Sam writhed a little and then draped an arm over Zemo, who squirmed sleepily and then nestled closer to Sam and, if possible, sank even deeper asleep.
"Not anymore," Sam whispered.
Bucky was now both annoyed and jealous—although he couldn't decide exactly who he was jealous of. Sam was a great cuddler. World-class. On the other hand, Zemo was soft and pleasantly fuzzy and awfully nice for full-body contact, not that Bucky was ever going to admit it to his face.
Bucky rolled up against him. Sam's hand found Bucky's hip and lightly stroked it, which was nice; but not quite enough — Bucky found that when he laid partly on top of Zemo, he could get at Sam. As it turned out, Zemo made a good pillow.
There was a faint, sleepy, disgruntled noise.
"Shut it," Bucky said, and rested a little more of his weight on Zemo, draping an arm on top of Sam.
The noises trailed off into soft snoring, as if, for the moment, Zemo was exactly where he wanted to be: half buried under both of them.
40 notes
·
View notes
Text
@zemothethirteenth moved it from here
"The moment after is always messy," Zemo sipped his drink, quietly. "In the moments before you've fully realized a plan, the possibilities are endless and perfection feels like it's close enough you could taste it. After, however? After, you're left with the 'what if's and 'I wish's; after, you can see all the flaws that you couldn't see in the moments before.
"Before holds promise; after only holds hindsight."
Running his finger along the rim of his glass, he smiled faintly. "Agent Ross asked me, when I was incarcerated, how it felt to have arranged so many careful plans and to have them fail. Only one part of my plan truly failed, however. I was left with a lot of after to think about. But there was truly something beautiful seeing you all in that bunker. The nearly accomplished."
"Fair....!"
Bucky admitted as he listened. It was always a bit interesting to listen to Zemo and learn how he worked especially when you concidered the absolute shit storm he started around the Avengers.
"I guess i see what you mean there.... Before you have hopes, afterwards you regret you didn't bring a bigger sledgehammer."
He sigh before drinking some of his beer.
Listening to Zemo talk about when he tried to break up the Avengers always made Bucky feel uneasy but it was true. He had nearly succeded ending them for good.
"Oh yes.... Seeing me get the snot kicked out of me cause Steve never concidered to tell Tony about the biggest corpse in the closet."
Bucky wasn't shocked by Tony's reaction at all, if it had been his own mother Bucky would have evened the place with the ground. The fact Steve knew though was..... Surpricing.
"Now imagine if it worked..... Just how boring your life would be without me, Helmut."
2 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello, how are you doing today? I hope that you are well. I was wondering if I could please request something, if that's okay with you ?
✨ Character ✨ ~ Helmut Zemo
🤍 Fandom 🤍 ~ Marvel Cinematic Universe
🍃 Prompt 🍃 ~ One shot ( if you write those ) if you don't write one shots then a drabble please 🥺👉👈
💮 Details 💮 ~ Reader has a major anxiety attack and is hyperventilating. Zemo tries to calm them down. It gets bad to the point, where reader shuts down and holds their breath until they end up losing consciousness in his arms. And then Zemo makes sure that they are alright afterwards
☄️ Pronouns ☄️ ~ Female reader or Gender neutral please.
🏞️ Message 🏞️ ~ Thank you for considering this ask. I love your work so much ! Have a good day :)
Note: requests are currently closed
Still feeling kind of blurgh (if that makes sense) so some more softness for Saturday!
Title: Always Here
Marvel tag list: @geocookie21, @greeneyedblondie44, @purebloodwitch, @sessa23, @mxacegrey
Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee
You practically collapsed to the floor by the side of your bed. You tried to draw in a deep breath but couldn’t quite manage it. It felt like you could only draw in half a breath and when you tried to release it, it was almost as though it was stuck in your throat. A gentle tap at the door made you look up quickly.
“Liebling?”
Damn, it was Zemo. You had hoped that your escape to your room had gone unnoticed but apparently it hadn’t been. When you didn’t answer Zemo knocked on the door again and said,
“I’m coming in.”
The door opened slowly and you couldn’t help but smile at the action. Even though he was concerned for you, you could hear the worry in his voice, he still respected your privacy. He frowned when he saw you sitting on the floor and shut the door softly behind him before approaching you slowly. You felt your breaths coming quicker and Zemo wasted no time in moving next to you.
“Y/n, listen to me.”
He raised a hand and after a moment’s hesitation he put it on top of yours. He gave it a soft a squeeze and you couldn’t help but give him a shaky smile. Count on Zemo on always knowing what to do.
“Shh,” he said, “Focus on my voice. Focus on what I’m saying. Focus on my breathing.”
You tried to copy Zemo’s actions but despite his best efforts all that happened was the feeling of your chest getting tighter. You slumped against Zemo’s chest as your eyes fluttered shut and everything wen black.
*
You let out a soft groan as your eyes slowly opened. You winced as he bright light blinded you and you raised a hand to cover them.
“Easy,” said Zemo, “Take it slowly.”
“Wh… Zemo.”
A warm hand appeared at your shoulder and slowly helped you to sit up. You opened your eyes and Zemo handed you a glass of water. You quickly took a gulp but Zemo pulled the glass away.
“What did I say about slowly,” he said, “Don’t want you choking.”
“What happened?” you asked
“You had an anxiety attack.”
“Did I?” you hid your head in your hands, “Fuck. I’m… I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“You have nothing to apologise for.”
Zemo pried your hands away from your face. You could feel your cheeks heating up at how close the two of you were.
“Still,” you muttered, “I’m sorry for putting you in this position.”
“It is one I am used to dealing with.”
“O… oh.”
You bit you lip and shifted awkwardly. You were an idiot not to realise what Zemo was implying. Zemo stood up and offered you his hand. At your confused look he said,
“The floor is not the most comfortable place to recover from an anxiety attack.”
“Right.”
You hadn’t realised that you were still on the floor. You stumbled to your feet and Zemo wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you. It felt strange being held in his arms and yet felt strangely alright. You rest your head on his chest and he said,
“Let me get you a cup of tea. Everything always seems a bit better after one.”
“Yes, thank you.”
As Zemo led you out of the bedroom you couldn’t help but note that he hadn’t removed his arm from your wait. Not that you were complaining of course.
25 notes
·
View notes
Note
{ Coughing Up Blood }
"James...?" His first assumption was that it wasn't Bucky's blood at all. They'd just been in a firefight anyway, and it wasn't as though there wasn't already blood dotted all over them - their clothes, gloves, and faces. But this was a good deal more blood than that, and Bucky hadn't reported any injuries earlier on.
His head immediately ran through other possibilities, but nothing in his reading suggested that super soldier's could even contract the illnesses that immediately came to mind that would make sense for coughing up blood. He hated the idea of bringing Bucky to a hospital, of all things, but the alarm was growing.
"... are you sure you weren't injured?"
"Of course I'm sure." Bucky retorted curtly in response to Zemo's question. They had gotten out of that fight a little earlier on, but there was one thing he knew for a fact: there were no injuries. No gunshot or otherwise and he had suffered more than enough to know without a hint of a doubt what they felt like. Besides, the coughing hadn't started till after they got back to their hideout.
What had started as a seemingly harmless fit of coughing had slowly turned into something that would have greatly concerned him back in a time before the war, when he didn't even think of being sent overseas in the first place. Back then there would have been no telling what might have happened had Steve caught the illness that had cost him his beloved mother. Yet Bucky himself had never had that sort of trouble, not before he'd been injected with the serum and certainly not afterwards. Not that Hydra had allowed him much time to be sick. Strapped to a chair screaming at the top of his lungs, yes, but never sick.
That all could only mean that - whatever was going on - was harmless. Right?!
"Nothing to worry about." Bucky lied in between fits of coughing, all the while ignoring the slightly uncomfortable feeling in his chest. "It's gonna be fine, I'm sure."
2 notes
·
View notes
Note
This a real question, not a complaint: how do you still ship Steve and Tony after Civil War? I used to love it, but now I cant forget that CW made it clear Steve doesn’t care about Tony or even the Avengers very much. I always wonder if The Letter TM was supposed to be a real apology and the screenwriter was just a sociopath, or if they were making him a dick on purpose. Anyway, I’d love to know how you reconcile all of that because your characterizations of them are so beautiful. I want to enjoy the ship again, so I’d love to hear your take on it.
----
The funny thing is, Civil War is what made me ship Steve and Tony again, and I feel like how people engage with CW's take on them depends on where their feelings already were when that movie came out. I'm speaking broad strokes but not to universal experiences, plus shipping is subjective. Thoughts behind the cut.
I got into Steve/Tony as a ship around the time the first Iron Man movie came out (thanks, zen-ish!) and most of the fic back then was comics-based and focused on a deep, years-spanning friendship with bumps between them. Understandably, a lot of these feelings got projected forward into the fresh potential of the MCU's new versions of the characters, and in my memory, a lot of fic post-The Avengers predicated a future friendship dynamic not too far from from what the comics had established.
Now, a lot of people thrived then and still thrive now in that post-2012 The Avengers time of rich possibility. I know I had joined that high with tremendous excitement. But my investment in them as a ship took a sharp blow when Age of Ultron came out, because (not knocking those who get stuff out of it) the team dynamic was not working for me. Workmates instead of teammates, Steve wasn't even living in the tower (WHY?) and though there were some nice moments, Steve and Tony's main interactions were plot-driven instead of character-driven, and coolly semi-antagonistic. And by 'cool' I mean impersonal, which comes back to the workmates vibe.
The Avengers didn't need to show them as a tight team, but it teased the possibility. AOU, in my opinion, didn't follow up on possibility, and as a result I lost interest. I know a lot of people filled in the blanks and used the 2012-team-as-family momentum to keep going, but I couldn't get into that.
Now Civil War. Oh boy. I understand why people like yourself have strong negative feelings about it, but when Steve and Tony fight in this movie, it's personal. It's also plot-driven, but in my opinion the character beats are stronger in how the conflict is depicted. It fills in the negative space in AOU of two people who should know each other well by now -- Tony knows how Steve's going to react to the Accords, and Steve knows that Tony's already made a decision. Tony gentles himself, and uses a personal touch to try to convince Steve to change his stance. Steve outright yells at one point, which he rarely does. When Tony learns about Zemo, he goes to help Steve without hesitating -- that's a ride-or-die that's too late, and gets turned on its head at the last moment. When Tony learns about his parents, Steve stops trying to justify his actions, because he knows Tony's pain is too great and in this, without question, Steve was wrong and he can't defend himself in any way, it's done, it's over, all he can do is stand his ground and not let Tony hurt anyone.
It hurts because they care. As opposed to AOU, where when they fought the dialogue could've come from anyone and the movie refused to address the fallout afterward, or in The Avengers they barely knew each other and (you guessed it!) the movie refused to address the fallout afterward.
Would it have been nice for them to show Steve and Tony as good friends? Definitely, I'm upset about AOU to this very day. Is Steve's letter at the end of CW weird? Yes, and I won't bother justifying it.
But to me, CW built up a storm of emotion between them where previously there was (again, in my personal opinion) barely anything at all, and as long as there's something, that's something I can work with. (And I thought it was delicious.) A lot of how I write Steve and Tony is influenced by CW and its fallout, especially in how I'd build their friendship backwards in their timeline (through the post-2012 Avengers and AOU era) knowing what we know about them and how they strongly affected each other in CW and after.
#scaramouche answers asks#anonymous#superhusbands for ts#if none of this resonates with you that's all fine!#the mcu's steve & tony is a certain kind of beast#for good or ill
26 notes
·
View notes
Text
@pnnthr sent:
“It’s great to see you again, White Wolf!”
“Really? Because I was told not to come back for a while after breaking Zemo out of prison.” Admittedly, he did get him back into one afterwards, so it’s not like he’s been completely irresponsible. Character development!
“And I hear I get to call you Black Panther now. I’m so sorry for your loss...” Asking her for a new arm after Nebula stole the last one could wait until later. They hadn’t seen each other for a good while and ever since the Wakandan’s helped rid him of the Winter Soldier, he’s always felt close to them. He should have come for another visit much sooner. He’d missed this place.
Besides... Shuri could probably guess the purpose of his visit, since he’s very obviously missing his arm.
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
TAKEN - ADMIN K
RACE – Human mutate (enhanced by Moonstone)
POWER /ABILITY – Superhuman physiology, flight, minor molecular control, intangibility, light generaiton, energy projection // Expert Psychiatrist and Hypnotist
OCCUPATION – Field leader of the Thunderbolt, Hammer agent
“ It always amuses me how people so ready to do the Devil's work fall into asking for God's help when things don't play out as planned“
Once upon a time
Karla grew up the daughter of Marion Sofen, a maid to a privileged family. The girl was forced to play “playmate” to the family’s daughter. She despised that kid even though she thought of her as her true friend. She came to hate wealthy people. Her mom did everything she could to help her daughter have a better life. She worked 5 jobs to pay for her education. Karla graduated and promised her mother she would not follow her life.
As she enjoed manipulating her little friend , as a psychologist she did the same to her patients. Mostly to feed of them, and enjoy toying with their suffering. Her actions made her gain a tutelage from none other than Doctor Faustus. Under his care, she perfected her work as a psychiatrist but also as an expert Hypnotist, her prfect pitch and modulation in her voice was able to even gain her more power.
Through Faustus, she gained credentials to work on criminals, like the original Moonstone. Using hyponosis, she convinced him that he was in fact a hideous monster. The trauma was so severe that his body rejected the moonstone. Karla was able to absorb it and thus also absorbed Moonstone’s armor into her own bodily tissue. She became Moonstone.
Shortly after 2012, she was contacted by Baron Zemo to join the masters of evil. He gave her the task to deal with Kitty and Bobby. She did so, session after session, slowly getting to where Zemo wanted them to be. Sadly with the escape of Clint and Tony and afterwards the inquiry that led to the operation being a failure, Karla was arrested and put into the Vault where she intended to serve her sentence but soon changed her mind.
When the war with the skrull started, Karla took a stand with the resistance. And for a while, she did some heroic actions, she lived with others, like Clint who convinced her that she would use her skills for good. And for a while she believed it, until her true nature won again.
Zemo’s death deeply affected her and pushed her towards Norman’s Tunderbolts. She became field leader.
0 notes
Note
I guess CB fans already talk abt this a lot— or do they? tbh i dont rlly see much Cap comic talk from CB fans.. but tbh that's prob for the best b/c they are...... so bad, esp w/ this topic. they only had one decent story that had potential w/ WS in the aughts + the shieldra plot before going into their American BS —but nyways mayve its a good thing no one talks abt them bc Captain America comics were already not very good with the hydra-nazi thing but omg why am I finding out that the latest run dilutes/copsout the hydra origins even more....
It's rlly pmo b/c the hydra thing hasn't been treated well/properly ever but they retconned Hydra to be the original "big bad" and just a front for a group that precedes the nazis by decades 🙃🙃 and the amount of dogwhistles and poorly thought out historical references in the names/setup... ihate it!
Things like this r y this is the few times where i say the mcu version is better— up until like civil war or definitely afterwards —b/c at least they— until later on with Z3m0 —kept in mind that the villains are nazis 🙃 The amount of Cold War politics the Cap franchise— and tbh in the Black Widow side too once they started to retcon them together —throws in to make hydra some generic "anti USA" villain and sidestep the whole "hydra being nazis + part of the US government and keeping a major character as an enslaved WW2 POW as a major foundation of Cap mythos" thing. Now they obscure the origins of the hydra stuff even more and its so...... i guess theyre trying to make the whole Captain America schtick seem less bad if the nazi villains the story keeps downplaying/ignoring the impact of just keep getting made to be "less bad" over and over, but I hate it. And i hate even more how these types of stories littered all over the Cap mythos are seen as "not political" by a certain crowd, but theyre very political.it's just that the politics are so trash and distort serious historical references in service to American jingoist conception of history.
i have no idea how you ended up here. nonetheless iagree because captain america runs are just... so.. so... [vaguely gestures] and i hate the crowd surrounding it! i really like characters from the cap universe (sam/bucky/misty/nat) but it's literally impossible to read because it's so. so. so .. WEIRD! i think you're right bc back in the actual cap bucky run these topics were somewhat better handled? than the way they are now? and i don't want to blame everything on nick spencer's 2015 hydra cap thing but i will blame it all on it because oh my god the disservice that did to the way hydra is treated in these comics lmao. like you said they keep being like 'weeelll the nazis are *nooot so bad*'. like the red skull treatment they give the comics are so?? what?? hes a nazi?? why are you trying to get me to sympathize with the nazi?? I GET SUPER WEIRDED OUT WHENEVER I TRY TO READ AXIS FOR EVENT REASONS BC OF.. THE RED SKULL BEING WRITTEN SO SYMPATHETICALLY.. IM LIKE EWW I DONT LIKE THAT GET IT AWAY FROM MEEE. likewise i did try to read the other 2015 cap america run with sam but it also suffers of this same exact problem and it's SOOOOO HARD.
i read sentinel of liberty and symbol of truth recently and i swear to god i did not pay any attention other than the scenes were bucky was in AND EVEN THAT I HAVE SOME ISSUES WITH I THOUGHT SOME OF IT WAS A LITTLE WEIRD but. (SIGHS) . i also agree the mcu was.. fairly fine with this til fatws and everyone became a zemo loverweiogoudsigSDG IM GLAD I WASNT THE ONLY ONE WEIRDED OUT BY THAT?!?! dont even get me started on the subsection of mcu fans that make found family out of hydra members its very fucking weird. anyway. i think you might have gotten the wrong blog but nonetheless ive had these thoughts in my head for a few years now so thank u for this little bonding moment
0 notes
Text
My big Zemo HC is that he’s pretty good at most accents so when the missions already sideways and they can’t send The Winter Soldier or Captain America in undercover as Sharon’s American arms dealer friend, Sam asks Zemo how good his American accent is. Zemo tells him that people have said his American accent is impeccable, and then in the meeting, pulls out just the worst thing you’ve ever heard.
#did they ask to hear it beforehand? no#did it work? yes because it was so bad that people assumed it had to be his real voice#Zemo afterwards: it was good no?#Sam: did you learn your accent by strangling the bird from Aladdin??!?#Zemo on a prison work release for this one guys#team cap#helmut zemo#baron zemo
26 notes
·
View notes
Text
To Protect and to Provide
Based on this request: "Zemo x Reader: The reader goes on a mission with him, sam and bucky but get injured somehow and Zemo is worried about her"
masterlist
Sam and Bucky are arguing. Again.
This makes it- what, the tenth time this week? That’s just going off of the stuff you’ve seen on the security cams and by tailing them for the last couple of days to see what you’ve gotten yourself into by approving Bucky Barnes’ request for help.
Note to self: tell Sam and Bucky to get better at not having important, federal secret-centric conversations directly in front of security cameras. It’s getting annoying to have to keep deleting them from the footage.
However, you feel that they’re justified in fighting this time. Bucky has taken the liberty of freeing Baron Helmut Zemo from prison, something that definitely should have had Sam’s approval. It probably should have had your approval as well, seeing as you’re one of the agents who had to handle the damage Zemo dealt in the first place, but Bucky’s always been more of a lone wolf. He’ll ask for forgiveness afterwards if it suits him, but you don’t mind.
That’s how things usually work in S.H.I.E.L.D., at any rate; you do your work as a solo agent and apologize for any red tape you crossed while you were out in the field. Still, you suppose you never did something as drastic as liberating the man who fractured the Avengers into pieces.
Sam is, understandably, reacting poorly to the news, especially when confronted with a newly freed Baron Zemo face to face. From your vantage point hidden in the shadows and out of their lines of sight, you can see every concerned furrow of his brow.
“Why could this possibly be a good idea? Sure, maybe the guy could have some insight on tracking down supersoldiers, but I’m finding it difficult to believe he’s not going to betray us. Are you forgetting what he did?”
Bucky sighs. “I’m not forgetting that. I’m also not forgetting that we need help locating the Flag Smashers, or a lot of people other than the Avengers are going to get hurt.”
Sam pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly fatigued from the weight of Zemo’s additional responsibility. “And how are we supposed to find and fight the Flag Smashers while also keeping an eye on Zemo?”
Bucky takes a half step forward, pleased that the conversation has finally gone the way he’d hoped. “Actually, I already thought about that and got some additional security.”
Sam looks suspicious, likely because Bucky’s last great idea involved getting Zemo out of his cell. “Who’s your security?”
This seems as good a time for a dramatic entrance as any. You step forward from the shadows, allowing the light to finally illuminate your face and expose you as having been here all along.
“That would be me. I’m Y/N L/N, and I’ve been with S.H.I.E.L.D. for a very long time. Making sure people don’t stab you in the back is kind of my specialty.”
Sam startles slightly at your abrupt entrance, although Bucky just looks as if he’s been expecting something like this. Zemo takes off his borrowed prison guard’s cap the moment his eyes land on you, the picture of a perfect gentleman. Even after Sam starts talking, the baron’s gaze still remains captivated by you.
“Y/N L/N, huh? I think I remember Steve saying your name once in passing.” Sam says.
You nod. “I’ve worked with the Avengers before, most notably helping Steve find Bucky when he first turned up as the Winter Soldier. You don’t have to trust me as much as he did, but you can count on the fact that I’m not going to let you die.”
Sam stares at you for a moment longer, then shrugs. “Alright. You know what, alright. Supposing this plan works, we’re probably going to need all the help we can get. We leave tomorrow morning.”
Sounds good to you. Sam seems to accept your presence pretty well, especially after you have to save their collective asses from a shootout about half an hour later. Bucky seems happy that he’s at least temporarily alleviated Sam’s wrath over breaking Zemo out, so a tentatively good mood has stretched over the group.
The reaction to your presence that surprises you the most is Zemo. You assumed he would be as unnervingly calculating with you as he is Sam and Bucky, or at least talk to you with some form of passive aggressive nonsense seeing as your being here means it’ll be harder for him to get away with whatever mad scheme he no doubt has planned, but that’s not the case.
In fact, he seems more open to you than anyone else, especially when he realized that you could speak a little Sokovian. As a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent assigned to help with Sokovia during Ultron, and as someone who wants to make sure Wanda Maximoff was in their corner, you figured it couldn’t hurt to have a basic understanding of the language.
You didn’t anticipate it coming in handy now, though. You and Zemo have long conversations on his plane, much to the suspicion of Sam and Bucky, but you couldn’t care less about their opinions of you. You’re still saving their lives, so they can think whatever they want. Besides, Zemo gets this soft smile whenever he hears you slipping over his native syllables, and it fascinates you enough that you want to see it again and again.
Truth be told, you feel a lot closer to Zemo than you strictly should. You still keep him at arm’s length, as per an agent’s tradition, but you have quiet talks as you walk throughout a variety of cities trying to track down the Flag Smashers. Some of these chats happen in Sokovian, others, when Sam and Bucky are getting a little too antsy, are in English so they can hear mild parlor conversation and have their fears averted for the time being.
Zemo is nicer than you thought he would be, maybe that’s what’s getting to you. He asks about your life as an agent, although he only uses questions that have been carefully tailored to not force you to give anything away. Zemo knows that the second you suspect he’s asking around for federal information, you’ll stop talking to him, so he steers clear of damaging topics. It’s a kindness that he does not extend to Bucky, although that could just be his inherent dislike of supersoldiers.
Take tonight, for instance. There will be an expedition into Flag Smashers territory tomorrow, and all signals point to it ending in a fight. You’ve checked your weapons about a dozen times over, and scouted out the area as best you could, but all you can do now is sit tight and wait for the day to come.
You’re leaning against a marble-topped peninsula in the latest hideout, staring at the glass idly placed in your hand. It’s probably not the best to be drinking before a fight, but the mission won’t happen for a couple of hours and it’s only a few tablespoons, anyway. Not that you’ve managed to drink even a swallow of it, though- your nerves are too strong for that. You’re used to impossible missions, but usually you know that death or capture won’t risk your job. S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t know you’re here, so you can’t afford to slip up.
Soft footsteps sound across the hall, and moments later the door cracks open and Zemo appears, hovering over the threshold before realizing that you’re here alone and heading inside.
He pours himself a small glass before turning to you. “I cannot imagine the life you lead. Does it not grow tiresome to always risk your life for someone else’s fight?”
You shrug. “If I have to go to war for the lives of the people I care about, it’s always my fight.”
You hazard a glance up, and when you do, Zemo is looking at you with the same soft smile that you typically associate with you saving his life or using some Sokovian phrase because you heard him using it first.
“That’s a very generous sentiment,” he says, taking a step closer to you.
You let him come. “I can be a very generous person. On occasion.”
Zemo laughs, and you think it might be the first time you’ve heard him laugh without a motive, like he’s just a man who can find you funny, not a baron who needs to win to do anything worthwhile.
Then a troubling thought occurs to him, and his smile drops from his face as cleanly as blood falling from a blade.
“Stay safe during this mission tomorrow. You’re no supersoldier, and you can’t heal as easily.”
You arch a brow. “I don’t know that I’ve ever needed the reminder. I’m perfectly aware of my own limits.”
Zemo shakes his head. “I do not mean it as an insult, Y/N, just a warning. Perhaps I do not want to see you hurt.”
You had turned away slightly when he brought up the fact that you weren’t a supersoldier, and now he lays a hand on your arm, gently keeping you close. If you wanted to, you could reach forward and break several bones in his hand, just because he dared to touch you.
Instead, you stay. “I will watch myself if you do,” you offer.
He nods once. “It seems like a fair deal.”
You can’t help but laugh quietly at the earnest shrewdness in his gaze, and raise your glass in agreement. “A fair deal indeed.”
Like it or not, the morning of the mission still comes. You’ll be infiltrating a building with known Flag Smasher activity in the hopes of tracking down Karli Morgenthau long enough to figure out what she wants and where she’ll be going next.
The complex is no doubt teaming with enemy fighters, so stealth is of the utmost importance. Sam and Bucky are approaching from the north side, so Sam can get close to Karli. You and Zemo, however, will come from the south part of the building, searching for computers and hard drives or any source of information that you can take home with you.
The soles of your shoes crunch over gravel and broken asphalt, although you make no other sound as you approach. Gun in hand, you make your way carefully to an unsecured area of the complex, Zemo right behind you. There’s a door partially obscured under a low-hanging portion of the roof, and you’re able to kick it in without too much noise or difficulty.
Wordlessly, you start to move down the hall, and Zemo follows you. A few times, the two of you have to duck behind a large concrete column or head back down a corridor to avoid detection, but the job is done and you remain unseen by any and all Flag Smashers.
This might be a little too much good luck for you. You have yet to see a mission where everything went according to plan. Sure enough, your worries are proved correct when you hear something that sounds like a gunshot echoing out from the other side of the building, followed by ear-piercing klaxons screaming to life.
Bucky’s voice comes crackling in over your comms about half a second later. “They’ve spotted us.”
You grimace. “Yeah, I think I got that.”
Sam sighs amid a crackle of static. “Not helpful, Y/N. Get out now.”
You shake your head, forgetting for a moment that he can’t see you. “There’s a tech room around the corner. Give me thirty seconds and I can get what we need.”
Sam and Bucky erupt into immediate declarations of disapproval, but Zemo’s already beaten them to it. He takes your arm, pulling you into the shadows of a nearby corridor.
“You cannot risk your life like this. We have to call off the mission.”
He’s not wrong about the dangers, but you’ve been in enough situations like this to know that when you’re in, you can’t afford to back out. Leaving now will just make it harder to get that information on the Flag Smashers.
So, you give him your best attempt at a smile. “We need this. Trust me, alright? I’ll be back in a minute.”
You just have enough time to see his face twist into shock before you’re turning and running away back down the hall. There’s no point in trying to remain undercover anymore, as the Flag Smashers obviously know that you’re here, so you skid into the tech room without a second thought.
Luckily, the Flag Smashers only intended on being here temporarily, so they haven’t set up many protocols in place to keep you out. You shove a flash drive into one of the main computers, and start the largest file transfer you can manage.
They’ve already started to catch on to your plan, so you keep your gun aimed at the door, one hand on the trigger and the other poised over the flash drive, ready to take it and run at a moment’s notice. A few guards start pouring in, and you take them down as fast as you can.
You’re still just one person, though, and even if they’re slowed down by the one doorway, you’re going to run out of bullets eventually. The computer behind you beeps, signaling that the file transfer is complete, and you look behind you to retrieve the flash drive.
One moment. That’s how long you were looking away, barely any time at all but just enough for another Flag Smasher to get through the door without you noticing. When you turn back, flash drive in hand, they’re already pulling the trigger.
The bullet hits about a second later. The impact makes it feel as if you’ve been hit by a truck, and you’re pushed backwards on legs that no longer seem to support your weight. Blood is pouring out from the hole in your shirt, and it is not good in the slightest. You manage to fire at the man who’d shot you, granting you a temporary reprieve, but it’s not enough.
Another pair of guards appear in the door, and you know that this is it. You’re going to die from this bullet wound, and there’s no way you can take down both of these guys, what with your vision already tunneling.
As you watch, though, two gunshots ring out and the men fall to the floor. Standing behind them, lowering a smoking gun, is Zemo. His face constricts with horror when he takes in the sight of you, covered in blood and on the ground.
He’s by your side in a second, gently pulling you into his arms. “I need you to stay with me, agent. Just for a little longer.”
You should respond, but you’ve lost so much blood that you can’t quite force your tongue to move. Zemo notices this, and you watch as he desperately calls Sam and Bucky over his comms, asking for medical help.
He picks you up, carrying you through the crowded halls. Zemo has to stop just shy of the door, though, because more Flag Smashers have massed outside the exits, intent on choking you out and not allowing your group to escape.
Zemo’s hand is on your face, gently propping up your head in an attempt to keep you conscious.
“Keep your eyes open, alright? I need you to stay with me for just a little longer.”
He sighs suddenly, the weight of a thousand suns seemingly on his shoulders. “I don’t know why you mean so much to me, but you do. I don’t know why I need you more than breath, more than life, but I do. Just stay with me. Please.”
You want to do as he says, really you do, if just so you can ask him what that means more than anything else. The world is growing suspiciously dark, though, and as much as you try to pay attention to Zemo’s words, you can’t.
You wake to the sound of machines beeping and quiet voices. You hurt all over with the simmering kind of ache that tells you that you’re at least not about to immediately die, although recovery will be hell.
You keep your eyes shut, recognizing two of the voices as Sam and Bucky. They’re talking about the mission you just finished, and the data you were able to retrieve. They appear to be just on their way out, though, as their voices soon fade away and are cut off entirely by a closing door.
Another voice sounds now, calming in its tranquility.
“You can stop feigning sleep now, angel. They’re gone, and you have no more information to overhear that you couldn’t gain just as easily by asking me.”
You smile and open your eyes, revealing Zemo sitting in a chair by your side. You’re in a bed hooked up to an IV, and although there are a considerable amount of bandages wrapped around your midriff, you think that the danger has likely passed.
“Perhaps I like being able to listen in. You shouldn’t fault me for that.”
He chuckles softly. “I have no fault with it, I just think that there are easier ways to go about it. You were shot, you shouldn’t be straining yourself over secrets that I would gladly tell you.”
There’s a warning tone in his voice as he mentions the fact that you were shot, and you grimace.
“Alright, I know I was injured, but I completed the mission. That’s always the primary goal of stuff like this, above the health of the agents when necessary.”
Zemo sighs, running a hand absentmindedly through his hair. “I don’t deny that this is what you were trained to do, but for those of us who would rather not see you rushed into medical care, I wouldn’t mind if you changed a few prerogatives.”
He pauses a moment, then continues. “I meant what I said. I need you alive. I need you with me.”
You weren’t expecting such an honest confession, and it stuns you. Carefully, you mention that you need him as well, but the rush of painkillers no doubt injected into you by happy-go-lucky doctors is getting to your head.
Zemo notices this, and smiles. “Save your strength, love. We can talk about this later.”
You want to talk about it now, while your mind is still firmly entrenched in the topic, but rest does sound rather good. Your eyes flicker shut again, and the last sensation you recall before slipping beneath a sea of sleep is Zemo, pressing a kiss to your forehead. After that, there is nothing at all but a feeling enchanting every one of your dreams that you are blissfully, unimaginably happy.
marvel tag list: @thatfangirl42, @rogueanschel, @mycosmicparadise, @ellobruv-blog, @caswinchester2000, @with-inked-solace, @sher-lokid7
#zemo#zemo imagines#zemo x reader#zemo oneshot#helmut zemo#helmut zemo imagines#helmut zemo x reader#helmut zemo oneshot#baron helmut zemo#baron zemo imagines#baron zemo x reader#baron zemo oneshot#marvel x reader#marvel imagines#marvel oneshot#marvel#mcu#mcu imagines#mcu x reader#mcu oneshot#avengers#tfatws#tfatws imagines#tfatws x reader#tfatws oneshot
493 notes
·
View notes
Text
So I did some thinking about this scene and wanted to see both sides.
There was trust between Ayo and Bucky. She read his trigger words. She called him White Wolf when she first saw him at the beginning of ep 4.
“Eight hours, White Wolf.”
Note that she also warned him and give him 8 hours. She could’ve easily just attacked the home that him, Sam, and Zemo were staying at but she didn’t. She trusted Bucky and listened to what he had to say first.
Ayo opened up to him and expressed the deep personal shame that Zemo had brought to herself as a member of the Dora Milaje, appointed by T’Chaka. Nevertheless, she gave him a heads up despite the fact that he was running around with her king’s murderer.
So when he interfered in the fight she disarmed him as Zemo got away. I believe she said:
“Bast damn you, James.”
I think that means: “God damn you.”
He betrayed her trust and she called him James not White Wolf. That ain’t good, bro.
I think it’s also important to note that as a warrior of the Dora Milaje she don’t give a shit if he a sad boy or her friend. Okoye dropped her man so quick for Wakanda in the Black Panther movie. So, I’m NOT surprised that Ayo did this as Wakanda always comes first.
Bucky is shocked that they could do that to him. You know, take his arm off. But to Ayo, Bucky in this moment is a means to an end (like Zemo is for him). Now he knows and recognizes how it feels and what those words mean. All she wants is Zemo for killing her king.
She’s sat with this shame and guilt for 7 years. That is, if she didn’t blip out then it would be 2.5 years and would still be quite fresh. I’m also pretty sure she was at the UN when it happened because she accompanied her new king, T’Challa, in Berlin afterwards in Civil War. So this hurts.
So yeah, oh no Bucky’s autonomy... but the man had it coming. Sam straight up told him that they’d be hella mad in ep 3. Wakanda helped his ass even though they didn’t have to and he let the man that murdered their King free...
However, I understand Bucky’s behavior. He is desperate, trying to grasp onto some semblance of himself. He lost Steve, his final attachment to his former self. So, seeing Walker with Sam’s shield and the rise of super soldiers has him acting way out of line. Sam points this out in ep 3 when Bucky wants to break Zemo out of prison:
"I've been on the wrong side of that code and so have you. He blew up the UN, he killed King T'Chaka and framed you for it. Did you forget that? You think the Wakandans forgot about it? It's a rhetorical question. They didn't.”
"I know why this matters to you but c'mon... it's pushing you off the deep end."
Then his dumb ass does it anyways and breaks Zemo out of prison. But that’s how desperate he is. That’s how much the shield means to him. Steve saved his life just as much as Wakanda did, if not more. He wants to protect and preserve Steve’s legacy now. That’s his sole purpose. However, now he faces the consequences of his actions.
Also, she left that shit. She left the arm. A multibillion dollar Vibranian arm. So she’s mad that after everything and the warning that he didn’t take her side. But since she left it there’s still hope for reconciliation!
So I understand both sides of why this happened.
would love some feedback :))
Back to Masterlist
gif credit: 1 2
#bucky barnes#sebastian stan#ayo#florence kasumba#tfatws#falcon#marvel#captain america#anthony mackie#buckybarnesedit#dora milaje#tfatws spoilers#fatws spoilers#fatws#white wolf#zemo#falcon and the winter soldier spoilers#winter soldier#mcu#james buchanan barnes#marvel edit#sam wilson#fatws 1x04#the falcon and the winter soldier#marvel universe#marvel studios
5K notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
jadebarbiedoll
LOA
shslpopculture-blog
i AM the FUTUЯE
gravureidolgentlemensclub
Gravure Idol Gentlemens Club
murilohunter-blog
Murilo Caçador
maki-roll1
♡ lele ♡