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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : your sugar daddy boyfriend is finally out of prison and he brought a few friends to show you off to.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : just over 4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex, oral m receiving, spitroast; sliiiight dubcon???), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink, ‘daddy’ kink, pussy spanking, one regular spank, orgasm control, overstimulation, creampie, a bit of cockwarming, exhibitionism, possessiveness (kinda? but also not at all lmao it’s hard to explain), a bit of degradation but plenty of praise as well, subtle cuckolding but without the usual power dynamics there, shitty reconstructed “sokovian” (I wrote it in the latin alphabet but the cyrillic and translations are at the end), unexpected and unnecessary fluff, very subtle angst (basically all in a flashback anyways)

You were needlessly anxious as you waited for him to arrive. It had been your own idea to wait in the jet, and yet you spent every other second glancing out the tiny window, desperate for a glance of the man you missed so dearly.

If someone had told you all those years ago, when this arrangement first began, how easily he would have you wrapped around his finger… you couldn’t have believed them. It’s just about the money, you would’ve told them, but you would’ve been impossibly wrong.

For a lot of women in this sort of situation, it really was just about the money; likewise, for a lot of men in his situation, it was just about the sex. But the two of you had something entirely unique, nearly indescribable in fact, that very few could ever understand. In the beginning it became clear to you that he was more in need of a companion than a lover or girlfriend, specifically. He was still grieving his wife, still devoted to her completely, but lonely right to his core… angry, even, at the prospect of a life without his family. You were a shoulder to cry on, first and foremost.

You thought maybe he enjoyed spending money on you because it was his way to protect you, in a way he felt he had failed to protect his family before.

And it was you that fell for him first, for his passion and his kindness before his riches or looks. Just when you feared that he’d only ever see you as a status symbol or dress-up doll, he returned your affections in spite of his guilt at first and the two of you were inseparable ever since.

Except, of course, when you were separated, and he was imprisoned, and you were left on your own again. Not that spending his money wasn’t fun or anything, but his loneliness was more sympathetic with each night you spent in that massive bed by yourself, wanting just to feel the warmth of him beside you again.

So, it should be understandable why you were so on edge in anticipation of his arrival. Your painted fingernails toyed with the hem of the dress you remembered he liked on you most— the silk one that barely covered your legs and was only held up by absurdly thin straps crossing at your back.

The night he bought it for you was clear in your mind like it was only yesterday; his voice in your ear telling you how he couldn’t resist taking such a thoughtful, intelligent woman like yourself and dressing you up like a mindless drolja… or ‘slut’ as it might be said in English. Just remembering the way he said things like that sent a shiver down your spine as strong as really hearing it, your thighs clenching together on top of the plush leather seat.

Just as you thought you might go crazy waiting for him, you saw the car pull up— your Helmut at the wheel and his two associates in tow— and your heart soared.

Longer than all the years apart combined was the minute you spent waiting to descend the jet’s staircase, hoping to meet him on the taxiway at the exact right moment. You made sure the jewelry around your wrists and neck was laying just right before finally making your appearance.

The way he looked up at you as you started to walk down towards him… it wasn’t so different from the way he’d looked at you through the glass for the past few years, really, but it felt different. He certainly looked different to you, without the prisoner’s uniform and looking rather imposing with that massive coat instead.

You were careful to still walk slowly, since you were wearing stilettos and all, even when you wanted more than anything to run to him and jump into his arms. Instead, you came face to face with him, loving that confident smirk which never seemed to leave his expression, and slipped your arms around his fur-adorned neck.

“Dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi,” you hummed, pressing your lips to his and almost letting out a squeal of surprise when he immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you aggressively as his gloved hands gripped you at the waist.

He was rarely so bold, but then again he had been alone in prison for so long with only your words to try to satisfy him. As much as you cherished being in his arms again, you also got the impression that this wasn’t just about making up for lost time— if that were true, he would’ve skipped the kiss entirely and taken you in the back of his car the moment he saw you. No, this was a show of dominance, and not only for your benefit; that was clear when one of the men with him cleared his throat loudly and Helmut still didn’t stop.

But that was very much like him: he was never finished with you until he was satisfied, and not a moment sooner. His power over you was so effortless because you didn’t mind at all being his plaything… so much so that it was you leaning in for more when he pulled back, making him laugh softly.

“Did you miss me, lutka?” he purred, and you nodded as you bit your lip slightly.

“Always, Helmut,” you nodded, finally taking a moment to look away from him and at the visibly uncomfortable men at his side. “I heard you freed him,” you said to the man you knew to be James Barnes, “thank you.”

“I’m still not over that,” the other— Sam, as you’d heard— added with a scoff.

“Come on, darling, let’s board the jet and we can talk there,” Helmut suggested, and you nodded as you turned to let them follow.

Of course, you couldn’t be totally sure, but you were pretty confident you could feel three pairs of eyes on your ass as you climbed the stairs. Honestly, with how short the dress was, there was a risk of your thong being exposed as well, exactly the sort of almost-subtle teasing your Baron loved the most.

Once inside, Helmut showed James and Sam to their seats, and took his own as he instantly pulled you into his lap. You caught the other two men glancing to the empty fourth seat, knowing there was plenty of room for you two to stay apart, but could they really blame you after how long you’d been alone?

Throughout the takeoff, one of his strong hands rested comfortably on your crossed legs as the other held his glass of champagne, and Sam’s gaze was attached to the way his thumb gently stroked your thigh while James seemed to be doing his best to look literally anywhere else.

“I noticed you haven’t introduced us to your… friend…” Sam trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, yes,” Helmut chuckled as if he actually forgot, “this is the woman who has been managing my estate in my unfortunate absence.”

“You’re trying to tell us this is your accountant?” James grumbled.

“She’s also my lover,” Helmut relented.

“Obviously,” Sam replied, unamused.

“She’s beautiful, no?” Helmut prompted as he ran his fingertips higher up your thigh, only glancing at the other men as he focused mainly on nuzzling against your neck.

“Yeah, the finest money can buy,” Sam quipped, earning a cold glare from you and your man.

“Are you with me for my money, draga?” Helmut asked you quietly as he planted a gentle kiss to the spot right where your neck met your shoulder. You smiled and shook your head, staring right at Sam’s nervous expression.

“No, sir,” you answered aloud, and the title clearly made both of the other men uncomfortable… if, perhaps, in different ways.

“Uncross your legs,” he demanded, though his tone was still soft, and you obeyed right away as he started to lightly move his touch between your thighs.

James began adjusting in his seat and never really stopped, tugging at his jeans in an obvious attempt to conceal the growing bulge between his legs, but you only laughed at his clear embarrassment.

“See how respectful she is?” he cooed his praise, addressing the other men but keeping his eyes on you. “I know exactly the words to make her obey to my every whim… James, you and her share that quality.”

The man sneered as you suppressed a giggle, squirming in Helmut’s lap impatiently.

“She’s loyal, too, unendingly dedicated,” he continued. “You know she visited me weekly in Munich, at the very least? Always by my side… like any good pet.”

A whimper escaped your throat at that term, your gut burning with need as he balanced praise and degradation effortlessly. You didn’t find it truly demeaning only because you loved being his plaything so much, and because you knew mutual respect was at the core of your relationship with him. But, still, it was nice to feel small when he was there to keep you safe.

James watched with a small snarl and Helmut slipped his hand into your panties, and Sam licked his lips but shifted his stare to your face instead, just as your eyes started to roll back and your head fell weakly on Helmut’s shoulder.

“And such a precious little pussy as well,” he added darkly, giving you a spank between your legs to make you choke on a squeal. “Sweet, delicate… much like a Turkish delight, but even more addictive.”

“Please, sir,” you whispered under your breath.

“You want more, don’t you? Tako očajno…” he chuckled. You nodded, already starting to soak through the lace and rock your hips. “You want to be fucked, yes?”

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Be polite and take care of our guests first, draga,” he encouraged, kissing your neck one more time before releasing you from his embrace.

Although you were most interested in being with the man you loved, you were happy to obey whatever he wished— and, frankly, sinking to your knees on the jet’s carpeted floor to crawl towards James wasn’t exactly lacking in its own appeal.

James’ eyes narrowed as Sam’s widened, and you sat up between the spread, denim-clad thighs as you blinked up at him and licked your lips.

He tensed up slightly as your hands delicately slid up his legs, his Adam's apple bobbing with a dry swallow when you grabbed his belt buckle and began to open it.

“You… you don’t have to…” he mumbled, apparently too distracted to finish his sentence.

“Yes I do,” you denied. “Because he told me to.”

Sam winced and looked away as you unzipped James’ fly and pulled his jeans and boxers down to expose his cock, already hard and leaking a bit from the tip. You smiled proudly, but chose not to tease him for his eagerness and instead just get right to work; you gripped him at the base and gave a few kitten licks over his shaft, savoring the taste of his precum and looking up at his expression that was equal parts shocked and sultry.

You only spent a moment suckling on the head before skipping right ahead and deepthroating him all the way to base.

“Oh, fuck,” James choked, reaching up grab the seat behind his head as his back arched, making you want to smile though you thankfully kept it down.

“Well-trained, isn’t she?” Helmut interjected proudly.

“Y-yeah,” he answered, his other hand grabbing your shoulder tightly as you began to bob your head.

Occasionally, in your peripheral, you caught Sam looking, and it made you wiggle your hips with the desire to rub your throbbing clit against the floor.

You got a chance to breathe whenever you pulled back to suck the head and stroke the rest with your hand, and in a few minutes you had already found all the little spots that made him moan the loudest, or made his legs quiver a bit by your sides.

“Stop,” Helmut instructed, and you were already starting to pull off when James hissed and grabbed your head to hold you down.

“N-no, please,” he blurted out.

“She’ll come back to you but Sam is looking rather lonely in the corner over there,” Helmut explained, and James hesitated but let you go. You wiped your lips and started to move towards Sam, but he shook his head.

“I don’t roll like that, man,” Sam explained, “I don’t want her doing it just because you said so.”

“Darling, won’t you tell us how badly you want to service your new friends?” Helmut challenged, and you swallowed nervously because you were a bit embarrassed to say too much and potentially anger him. But the sparkle in his eyes didn’t seem like he was leading you into a trap… even if the other two men were confident that was what it meant. “You find them attractive, don’t you?”

“Um, yes, sir,” you answered hesitantly, “I… saw them, and I wanted to know what their cocks looked like. And tasted like.”

Helmut smiled and leaned forward, giving you a spank of approval through your dress (which was riding up to show most of your butt anyways).

You looked at Sam expectantly. “May I please suck your cock, Mr. Wilson?”

His eyes darkened and you knew you were on the right track. “What happened to ‘sir’?” he asked coyly.

“I only call Helmut ‘sir,’” you explained, “but I could call you something else.”

His finger curled to encourage you to come closer and you crawled up to sit between his legs.

“Call me ‘daddy,’” he finally instructed, opening his belt and pants for you.

“Yes, daddy,” you nodded, keeping your mouth slack for him to push his cock into. You hummed as the head slid over your tongue, looking up at him as he bit his lip and thrust back into your throat.

“Shit, that’s good,” he whispered, guiding your head at the speed he wanted. “Who taught you how to suck cock so good, baby?”

Helmut raised his hand and James snorted.

Sam was a bit longer but he was still no challenge to swallow all the way down, and you heard him breathing through his teeth but let your eyes fall shut to focus on your work.

“Is this… how you treat all your guests?” Sam asked tensely between heavy breaths.

“Only those who are at the right place at the right time,” Helmut answered cryptically, but you happened to know this sort of occasion was incredibly rare. Although it might seem counterintuitive to some, this was his way to re-stake his claim over you, and after so much time apart apparently he felt he had a lot to prove. “Keep going, but don’t let him come,” another instruction echoed from behind you.

You pulled back to stroke Sam’s length while you croaked: “yes, sir.”

Helmut had you go back and forth for a while, keeping both men on edge and occasionally allowing you to stroke one while you sucked the other, your own need growing so quickly as you dreamed to have something inside you, anything really.

Obviously, he knew exactly how much having a cock down your throat made you wet and desperate. And he knew that such a taboo act of, in a certain sense, breaking fidelity with a man as he not only watched but commanded you to do it would get you right on the edge in no time.

He had gotten in your head so quickly after meeting you, memorized everything that made you tick, and not once had he forgotten.

“I-I’m close,” James warned as you sucked his head, making you slide the tip of your tongue over his slit before you took a break to suck his swollen balls into your mouth. “Fuck, can I come?”

“Not yet,” Helmut instructed sternly.

You felt him tug you back and into his lap suddenly, and he quickly yanked your dress down to expose your breasts to the men in front of you.

“Her tits are hard, no?” Helmut prompted them, and you watched them both nod as a warm hand reached around from behind you to tweak your hardened nipples. “Yes, she really loves to get on her knees and choke on cock. I’d let her do the same to me but I have greater plans for her…”

As if it weren’t obvious what those plans were, he pulled your skirt up to your waist as well, spreading your legs and pulling your flimsy panties aside.

“Is she wet?” he asked the men and they nodded again.

“Drenched,” Sam chimed in.

Helmut gave another spank to your clit as you shuddered, then rubbing slowly as if to soothe the sting. “I’ll teach you what happens when you get wet for another man, little girl,” Helmut growled against your ear, “not to mention two. And they’re Americans, do you have no shame?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whispered.

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he corrected. “I love seeing you act like a whore all for me.”

You hadn’t even realized he’d taken his cock out of his trousers until you felt the thick tip of him prodding at your entrance. It was already a lot just by itself, but then you had these strangers staring at you and for some reason it only turned you on more.

That ‘some’ reason of course being that you loved your Baron taking ownership over you for anyone to see. Clearly, prison had given him much more creative ideas than just fucking on a balcony or against the glass of a window.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked in a hushed voice against your skin which seemed to be burning hot all of a sudden.

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

It took a lot not to cry out as he pulled you down and filled you in one deep stroke, your nails digging into the leather of the chair’s armrests at either side. But more than the sting of pain it felt so perfect, so fundamentally right, and just after your gasp of shock was a sigh of relief.

He sighed along with you and let his forehead fall between your shoulder blades, clearly a bit overwhelmed at being inside you again for the first time in so long. “Draga...” he breathed, “not that I ever doubted… but you must have been faithful to me; you’re so tight, I know no one has touched you since I left.”

“Only you, sir, nobody but you,” you agreed breathlessly, eyes falling shut.

He kissed your back as he started to move your body on top of his, the hands at your waist tightening and tugging on the remaining fabric of your dress. “Tako dobro,” he hissed, “you feel so good, darling, you can’t imagine how long I spent dreaming of being inside you again.”

A tear rolled down your cheek, and it would be impossible to say for sure what caused it— a little bit of everything, really.

Opening your eyes and noticing the way they were staring at you, you leaned forward and took each of the other men’s hard cocks in your hands, stroking in time with the way you bounced your hips on top of Helmut’s.

The both of them had been on the edge for a bit too long, Sam already biting his lip as James thrust himself up into your palm.

“Fuck, please,” James moaned, “I need to come in your mouth.”

“Come closer then,” you breathed, watching him stand up and bring his cock right to your lips which you eagerly gagged on, any pretense long gone as you sloppily sucked and stroked while Helmut thrust up to slam into you.

“Ohh, fuck, that’s it— gonna come,” he grunted as he reached up to press his hand against the ceiling of the jet, and it all must have hit him rather unexpectedly since the moment his musky taste began to coat your tongue, you heard a clanging sound and realized he had pushed up so hard that he bent the steel interior, his other hand tightening into a fist in your hair.

You moaned happily as you swallowed every drop, still sucking even as James’ moans became loud and higher in pitch.

“Fuck, don’t stop, oh god,” he whined, cock throbbing even after he stopped filling your throat with come. You reached between his legs and squeezed his balls a bit and you could tell his knees nearly buckled, causing him to finally pull back and tilt your chin up to stare down at you. “You’re somethin’ else,” he panted, taking a moment to catch his breath before falling back and slumping into his chair.

You looked over at Sam and saw his hand was still lazily guiding yours to stroke over his cock although come already painted his abs and dripped down from his swollen head over your fingers. “Can I clean up your mess, please, daddy?” you asked, voice a bit hoarse though you couldn’t be sure if that was from the deepthroating or just how hard Helmut was fucking you now.

Pulling your hand back, Sam’s eyes followed as you lapped the thick, hot come from your hand, moaning openly at the taste. You sucked your fingers down into your throat, not leaving a drop behind.

He leaned back in his chair and began to catch his breath, both of them now staring at you with that exhausted, glazed-over expression. They looked satisfied, and you considered it your reward for a job well done.

"A belly full of come and a pussy full of my cock, you must be feeling ecstatic," Helmut presumed.

"Yes, sir," you agreed quickly.

All at once he began to fuck you faster, harder, deeper which you hadn't even realized was an option. He growled a string of the filthiest curses in your ear, in Sokovian so the other men wouldn’t understand, with one hand wrapped around your neck as the other pinched your clit almost too roughly. Even in your native language you could barely understand it: how could you when he was so deep inside you?

“Will you come, draga?” he finally asked, voice rough with his own desperation.

“Not until you let me, sir,” you moaned, and he chuckled a bit.

“Good girl.”

But wow, the way he rubbed your clit was impossible to ignore, like he was trying to make your promise impossible to keep. You tightened your jaw, moaning through your teeth now as you fought to keep your orgasm at bay.

“Please sir, I need to come, please— so close, I’m so close,” you mewled.

“I won’t be much longer, either,” he warned. "Too long without you has taken its toll, I need to finish."

“Inside me, sir, please,” you begged, “come inside me.”

You felt him nod against the back of your neck. “Come for me,” he instructed simply, and as obedient as ever, you felt your walls pulsing as pleasure overtook you. Not even meaning to, you threw your head back, and he had to hold you tightly to keep you from shaking too violently as the waves of sensation washed over you.

The heat of him spilling inside you warmed you from the inside out, making you smile happily through the fog of your high and intentionally tighten your walls around him. He hissed and throbbed within you, his fingers digging into your hips now as he held you down against him.

He gave a few more lazy thrusts until finally slowing to a stop, both of you catching your breath eventually.

"My... accountant will be keeping my cock warm for the remainder of the flight," Helmut informed the other men, "I hope you don't mind?

"No, no, go ahead," James approved as his head fell back against his chair.

It was still quite a ways to your final destination so it wasn't much of a surprise that you ended up falling asleep in the Baron's arms, something you used to do every night that had been only a dream for years. Perhaps this afternoon wasn't the reunion you expected, but it was somehow even more perfect than you could've ever wished for.

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dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi = добродошла назад, љубави = “welcome home, love”

lutka = лутка = “doll”

draga = драга = “dear/beloved”

tako očajno = тако очајно = "so desperate"

tako dobro = тако добро = "so good"

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Fully Completely 5

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), violence, mutual irritation, harassment, blood, cutting, general hatred

This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones

Note: Today, we have more Loki then tomorrow more Zemo and some Sam on Saturday. I might add in some Andy Barber after that but keep plucking away at this and Candy Coated. Anyway, I’ll see you in the comments and the asks.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 5: Hang me long out in the sun

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You sat against the wall, flinching every time you leaned too heavily on the radiator and burned your arm. You were certain Loki cranked the heat before he left as it was stolid and stifling in the large room. Sweat dripped down your body and mingled with the drying blood along your chest. You were uncomfortable but you didn’t want to get comfortable in this place.

You pulled on your wrist until your hand throbbed and the cuffs showed no sign of wear and the radiator didn’t budge. You stretched across the floor until you could reach the edge of the bookshelf and kicked until some books fell, hoping for some hidden pin or tool to pick the lock. There were only musty old books and dust.

You stood, tried to at least, bent over as you stretched your legs. You did awkward squats and extended your arms to your toes, one at least. You rolled your head on your neck so it cracked noisily and settled back against the wall. You were tired, exhausted, but too worked up to sleep.

It hit you all at once as the stench of smoke clung to your shirt and skin. Your shop was gone, your home, everything you worked for. It was another sick joke played on you by the town of Birch.

Bucky was just another bully. He was like that boy in ninth grade who asked you to meet him at the park for a ‘date’ only to stand you up. You remembered the Monday after when he planted a stink bomb in your locker. The men around there were all the same. Everywhere if you were to judge by Loki.

You closed your eyes and thought of your dad. You thought he would’ve been proud to see everything you’d done; a shop of your own, a life where you didn’t have to worry. He said to you, through his dying lungs, that he knew you would be alright, that you could take care of yourself and Jerome. What about your brother then? Shouldn’t he take care of you too?

For the first time in a very long time, you wanted to cry. You kept your eyes shut to keep the tears locked in and slowly your mind eased. You sunk down as the warmth of the radiator embraced you, unbothered by the unyielding heat against your arm. You could hear yourself snore as you succumbed to your fatigue.

You were woken by the clatter of the door below. The old Victorian house echoed every noise and shuddered at every gale without. You lifted your head with a snort and sidled away from the radiator. Your arm was tender from the constant blaze of the radiator and you winced as you touched it. Fuck, it was burned.

You braced yourself as you listened to the slow ascent. You heard him behind the door and watched the knob turn. You sprawled out and slid a book closer with your foot. You got up and grabbed it quickly and stood in a hunch. You flung it at Loki as he entered but he quickly blocked the hardcover tome with the door.

He carefully peeked around the wood and stepped back in with a sigh. He shook his head as he crossed his arms and nodded as Korg appeared behind him. The bigger man placed the collection of shopping bags on the table and left with a dismissive sniff from his boss. The door closed and you were left to simmer alone with Loki.

“Such a warm welcome,” he strode to the table and tapped his fingertips on the wood, “and after I went to all the trouble of replacing your wardrobe. A pity all those wonderful pieces you had were lost.”

“I don’t want any of it,” you sneered, “leave me here, I don’t care.”

“Darling, while I find your resilience admirable it is also rather irksome,” he said, “and you will find that in the end, it will only make all this so much more difficult. You needn’t suffer anymore.”

“‘You needn’t suffer anymore,’” you mimicked him, “just listening to you talk is suffering.”

He turned his face down and clenched his jaw. He turned and reached into a bag. He pulled out a swath of black fabric that unfolded to an elegant dress with subtle black gems along the neckline like stars. You pushed your head back and stared at the ceiling.

“I can understand, a woman like you, men aren’t lining up to give you nice things,” he said, “I wouldn’t exactly call this giving, more… trading.”

“Oh, shut up,” you grumbled as you closed your eyes again, “you know, you woke me up so why don’t you keep it down?”

“I did have to guess at the sizes,” he ignored you brusquely, “but I’ve always had a keen eye.”

“You can shove your dresses and whatever else you wasted your money on up your--”

“Darling,” he interrupted, “I will not warn you again. That lip does provoke me.”

You jutted your jaw out and exhaled. You bent your legs and crossed your arms over your knees. You were too tired to argue with him. Hell, it only seemed to make you feel more helpless as you could not act on your anger. You hated that feeling. It remind you of that stupid teenage girl again; so gullible and weak.

“You cannot remain as you are,” he continued, “and I will not have a slobbish hick on my arm--”

“Jesus Christ, is your dick so small you can’t find another woman?” you hissed.

He was silent. You opened your eyes and hit your head on the wall as you were startled by how quick he moved. He pressed his knee to your chest and pinned you to the wall as he reached into his pocket and plucked out the silver key. He bent and unhooked the cuff from your wrist.

He caught your hand as you clawed at him and coughed as he pushed his knee harder against the cut between your tits. He tore you away from the wall suddenly and thrust you up to your feet. He twisted your arm behind you as he spun you and kicked your feet across the floor. You struggled with him but each time he bent your arm further up your back.

He pushed you onto the bed and straddled you as he angled you along the mattress. You flailed with your legs as he kept you trapped beneath his weight and released your arm. You reached out as he shifted above you and quickly snatched up your hands. He wrapped his long fingers around your wrists and snugly wound his tie in their place before he let go.

He backed off of you so that you laid across your stomach, your hands bound above your head to the bedpost. You rolled over as he marched away and returned just as quickly. He unfolded the razor with the mother-of-pearl handle and you dug your heels into the bed as you tried to free yourself from the silken tie.

He grabbed your leg and held it down. You brought your other knee up and he blocked it with his shoulder, “if you continue on like this, I might catch the artery.”

He held your leg down and pressed the edge of the blade to your thigh. You froze as he sliced into your skin and you grunted through your teeth. He traced a line down your leg and mirrored it on the other. He retreated and looked you over as you glanced down between your legs, the red lines dripping onto the blanket.

“What the fuck?” you yanked on the tie, “you’re fucking insane.”

“You haven’t any idea,” he held up the razor and admired the crimson along the silver, “but if you insist on this little dance, I should be inclined to go deeper.” He closed the razor and winked, “darling, you are looking rather rough,” he remarked, “but scars will not deter me.”

He spun and strode again to the bathroom. He returned and wiped his hands on a white towel and tossed it over the back of the chair. He sat and continued to sort through the bags.

“You think I’m afraid of you, you prick?” you snarled, “you think you’re going to win? When I get free, I’m going to take that blade and cut your dick--”

He stood and his hand formed a fist. He was atop you in a moment but before he could bring his hand to your throat, you bit down on the webbing between his thumb and index finger. He exclaimed and retracted his hand for just a second before he smacked you across the face. Your head snapped to the side and you held in a groan.

This time his hand stretched over your neck and he leaned over you. His hot breath whispered along your cheek and you shivered in disgust.

“Oh, darling, this will be fun indeed,” he purred, “but I have no doubt that you will be prancing around in pretty little skirts for me before long,” he squeezed until you croaked, “you can even keep them on as I fuck you.”

“Go… to… hell,” you rasped.

He snickered and sat back on his heels with you straddled beneath him, “haven’t you realised? We’re already there.”

💀

You laid there for hours after Loki left you. Even though the mattress was preferable to the floor, you didn’t sleep. You stared at the ancient ceiling and cursed every inch of that place.

Your thighs ached and that cut along your chest. Your arm was sore and raw each time it rubbed against your sleeve or the bed. You were more enraged than ever and you could hardly contain it and frustration had you kicking the mattress.

The windows were dark when he returned. He turned on the lamp beside you as the aroma of food tickled your stomach. You were desperately hungry but didn’t realise it until that moment. You salivated and gulped it down as he pulled up a chair and cradled the box in his lap.

“I’ve brought you dinner,” he said as he opened the cardboard container, “but… you have to use your manners, darling.”

“Get fucked,” you rolled onto your side so your back was to him.

“I can hear your stomach so let’s not pretend I believe you for a moment,” he taunted, “you will realise soon how weak you truly are.”

You didn’t say anything, nor did you move. You sneered at the wall as your arms strained above your head. He let out a long breath and then hummed in delight, “mmm, you know, this is not bad,” he commented, “your little diner has been the least disappointing aspect of this shithole.”

You gulped hungrily but refused to look back. He tapped his foot on the floor impatiently and sighed again.

“You would do yourself a favour if you did one for me,” he said, “say, if you accepted this generosity I might allow you another, perhaps a shower. Those cuts cannot remain unwashed.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you cut me,” you spat, “I don’t want anything from you and I definitely don’t want you. I’ll go live in the rubble, I don’t give a fuck.”

“You will,” he said as he stood and dragged the chair away, “but only you will pay for your stubbornness.”

💀

After another tussle, Loki relocated you once more to the radiator. He slept blissfully as you spent another restless night both sweating and shivering. When he woke, he offered you a bowl of instant oatmeal and you flipped it over. He tutted and went on with his day, leaving you again to stew in your wrath.

By the end of the day, your body rebelled with hunger and you accepted the bowl of soup he brought from The Chipped Saucer. You drank it from the paper cup but felt more rotten as it burned in your chest. He smirked as he watched you and you tossed the empty cup at him.

He scowled and you spent another night in cuffs. On the fourth day, he let you shower but kept you cuffed to the curtain bar for the ordeal. All modesty was gone as you were allowed only a plain white robe after and sat in the same spot, metal at your wrist, and wood at your back.

But you didn’t stop. You bit, you kicked, you hit, you swore, you screamed. A week passed and you wouldn’t accept it. You could see you were wearing on him and comforted yourself with the irritation in his sharp green eyes. You laughed at him outright and it stoked him further. He truly thought you’d never dealt with assholes before. You lived among them your whole life.

But that day when he came in, he was quiet though not sullen or angry. He was almost boasting as he still wore his new leather boots and dark parka. He tramped around and pulled out a mauve coloured dress, some satin and impractical undergarments, and a pair of heeled boots. He placed them calmly beside you but kept out of your reach.

He stepped back and shoved his hands in his pockets and grinned. You shook your head at him and scoffed. He waited as you simply yawned into your palm.

“Don’t you want to go see your brother?” he asked.

“He can rot with the rest of you,” you hissed.

“So heartless,” he slithered, “but I shall relay the message to him, as hard as it may be.”

“What the fuck are you on about?” you huffed.

“Well, darling, I don’t know if he should hear me or even if he could, that it would put him in a worse condition,” he mused.

“Worse condition?” you grimaced.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you, my apologies,” he preened, “why yes, it seems he did have an unfortunate incident. Some suspect it was an attempt on his own life but you know how gossip is in a town so small--”

“What--” you bit down on your lip, “is he… is he okay?”

“Why, he is rotting just as you wished, yes?” he asked coyly.

“Don’t be fucking stupid. Tell me he’s okay!” you tried to stand but were kept in a crouch by the cuffs.

“If you get dressed and behave, then you can see for yourself,” he said evenly, “or I will alone and hope that he survives his injuries… I wouldn’t expect the healthcare around here to be very adequate--”

“You fucking touch him--”

“What? You are wasting time, darling, and visiting hours will be over soon,” he warned.

You clenched your jaw and squinted at him. You swallowed your derision and blinked.

“Fine,” you said quietly, “I’ll… behave. Just take me to see him.”

“Good girl,” he came closer and knelt to grab your wrist, “but let me be clear, one misstep and you will never see him again. I should hate for him to die alone.”

“Just fucking undo me,” you snarled and his lips curved in triumph.

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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The sexy head tilt thing | Helmut Zemo

Part 1 | Part 2

Warnings: Kinda smutty, but not all the way. I'm evil like that.

You hadn't left your room since Zemo'a visit. You were freaking out in your room. Why had Sam told him that? How could he do that to you?

Eventually you had to leave to get food, but Zemo would be down there waiting.

A knock sounded at your door. You halted and stared at it wide eyed. Your heart dropped.

Is he back already? What am I suppose to do?

"Y/N?"

Oh no, it's Sam. Now you would get that lecture. You took a deep breath before replying.

"Come in."

The door opened and Sam came in. You sit on your bed and stare at him. Never before you felt more scared than you were now.

"Hey Sam," you say, nervous beyond belief.

"You want to tell me what this thing with Zemo is all about?" He crosses his arms over his chest as he stares at you.

"Sam, I don't know what to say."

"The truth. Y/N, if you're in love him, tell me." He didn't sound angry, but his tone of voice was firm and slightly demanding. He very much wanted an answer from you.

"Maybe. I think so." You sigh a should block at he bed covers.

Sam unfolds his arms and sits down next to you. He puts an arm around you and pulls you into his side. You rest your head on his shoulder.

"Look, it's not my business who you have feelings for, but you do realise who he is, right? I need you to understand that this is Zemo we're talking about."

"I know... but I can't help it. I look at him and everything seems to make sense... and then he does that head tilt thing and I lose my mind!"

Sam laughs. It's heartwarming and cheerful.

"What do you want to do about it?" He asks, looking at you.

"For now I'm going to avoid him and hide out here."

"Alright. I'll bring you some food later."

"Thanks, Sam."

He smiles at you before he leaves you alone again. You stay in there for a few more hours, passing the time by actually reading this time. Sam brings up some food for you after a bit and then he leaves you again.

Zemo takes note of your lack of presence. He finds himself missing you the longer you're gone. Every so often his eyes flicker to the stairs, hoping to see you, but you don't appear.

Sam doesn't say anything to him when he returns from bringing you food, but he does look at Zemo. Bucky doesn't seem notice the silent conversation going on.

When the men finish their own dinner, Zemo excuses himself. He makes his way to your room. He stands outside for a moment, listening. There's no sound coming from within and he wonders if you're even awake.

He knocks.

For a minute there is no sound, he knocks once more. If you don't reply this time, he'll leave, but then he hears your voice and he smiles. He opens the door and slips into the room, closing the door behind him.

You stare up at him.

"Good evening," he smiles over at you.

"Hello..."

Zemo takes slow steps over to the bed. He comes to a stop on the side you're sitting on and tilts his head to the side. Now that he knows this is something you like, he's going to use it to his advantage.

You're very clearly trying not to react.

"What can I do for you, Zemo?"

"You didn't join us for dinner."

"Yeah, sorry," you mumble, but he hears you.

"Are you avoiding me?"

"No..."

He gives a little huff of a chuckle and takes a seat on the bed. He's sitting so close your leg is almost touching him.

"I don't believe you." He says it the same way he had before. A shiver runs through your spine as he gazes at you intensely.

"What happens now?" You ask, unsure if you actually wanted to hear an answer.

"What do you want to happen?"

"I don't know," you whisper.

Zemo takes one hand and caresses the side of your face with the back of his fingers. The touch is feather light, but warm. You lean into his touch.

He knows what you want.

He opens his hand and places his palm on your cheek, guiding you to him as leans in and captures your lips halfway. You melt under him as he gathers you in his arms, pulling you to him.

The touch of his lips on yours seals the deal. You're putty in his hands.

Zemo climbs onto the bed, straddling over you as he lays you back against the fluffy pillows. He keeps his hands on you, relishing in the fact he has you like this. How far would you let him go?

Your hands grip at the purple sweater he's wearing, grabbing the material and pulling at it. He chuckles against your lips and pulls back to look at you.

"You're not pushing me away."

"Should I be?"

"Probably, but I'm not complaining. You first, Liebling."

"Me first?"

His hands trail down your torso until they reach the hem of your top. His fingers slide underneath and make their way up again, this time trailing along your skin. The rise and fall of your chest increases the higher he goes. He smirks as he claims your lips again.

The cool air of the room brushes against your skin as he lifts your top over your head. You stare up into his hypnotic eyes. He tosses the clothing to the side, it's purpose no longer needed. His hands touch every single spot of exposed flesh, his lips litter kisses from your jaw, to your neck, down your chest.

Oh God, the way he makes you feel cannot be put into words.

He runs his fingers down your torso again, those digits make real fast work of undoing your trousers, they're off you so quick. He hooks a hand under your knee and brings it up to rest at his hip, his fingers applying a little pressure to the bare flesh there.

"Well this is unfair," you make him look at you.

"What's unfair?" He does the head tilt.

"Stop that! You're still dressed," you whine.

"No, and I'm aware."

"Take it off." You tug at the purple garment obscuring your view.

"You take it off, Liebling," he grins.

You lean up, he lets go of your leg and watches as you grab the hem of his sweater. His eyes don't move from your gaze as you pull the clothing from him. You toss it to the side along with yours and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You plant your lips on his again and lose yourself in the feeling of his bare arms around you.

Every kiss, every touch, every sound forces out of you, lights something within you.

You push him back so he's laying back on the bed. You straddle him, moving your hands down to his belt. The laugh that escapes him rumbles through his chest. He doesn't touch you until undress him like he did for you. Now, neither one of you had much left on.

"I want you to know I was thinking about this over dinner while speaking with Sam and James."

"Really?" You lean over him until your nose nearly touches his.

"Yes, really."

"What were you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about all the ways I could get you to scream my name. I imagined how many orgasms I could give you."

He could feel the way you clenched your muscles.

"I also thought about how risky it is that we're doing this when your friends are down the hall."

"I guess that's a risk I'm just willing to take."

Zemo claims your lips again.

Sam and Bucky were sitting in the living room in awkward silence. From the moment Zemo left, Sam knew exactly where he was heading. Bucky was looking at him dangerously.

"He's with Y/N, isn't he?"

"He might be."

Sam looked at Bucky stoically.

"Is he going to be there in the morning?" Bucky practically growls.

"Depends on what Y/N decides to do."

"You're OK with this?" Bucky glares.

"Hell no, but I'm not here to tell them what to do. I trust Y/N to be responsible, and I very much doubt Zemo is going to murder them in their sleep."

"Do you hear yourself?"

"Yeah, I do. Sit tight, pretend you don't know they're up there together, and when they get up tomorrow, be nice." Sam gives a sarcastic grin.

"I hate this."

"We have that in common, now shut up."

Neither you or Zemo were up early the next morning. It was around noon when Zemo emerged from your room to get you breakfast. He greeted Sam and Bucky like nothing had happened, then returned to you.

Bucky curled his hand into a fist.

"I'll kill him."

"No you won't."

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a-edgar-allan-hoe · 3 years

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The Last Chthonian

Part 17

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

A/N: It is here! So sorry for the late update lovelies! I’ve been having really bad writers block lately and my job keeps switching my hours up so now my sleep schedule is all fucked up. And after writing this part I want to go stargazing so bad but the light pollution kind of sucks where I live. 🥲 Also this is my first time writing a steamy scene so I’m sorry if it’s awkward. Feedback is much appreciated and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. 😊

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appears at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language, angst, some foreplay and making out

You had still been wrapped in Zemo’s arms, the two of you indulging in each other’s presence in a silence, which combined with the faint beating of his heart, you only found to be comforting. The meteors still swept by the earth’s atmosphere above you in flashes that lit up the sky, leaving behind trails of white that resembled the strokes of a brush, as if your mother Asteria had painted the celestial bodies using diamonds onto a canvas that was the night sky. You could only make out the few stars and constellations that were scarcely scattered across the vastness above you, caused by the light pollution that unfortunately managed to mantle the wonders and beauty that settled just beyond, separating humanity from the marvels of the universe. The stars flickered like the diminishing of the flame of a candle, a farewell to the billions of years lived by the remnants of those enormous spheres of hot plasma, thus leaving behind the birth of other stars to fulfill their legacy. However, there was a certain star that did not flicker like the ones around it, a certain spectacle distant in time and space that still managed to burn bright despite the innumerable amount of light-years that separated Earth from it. The remaining light of your planet Olympus. You stared at that particular star, your brows knit together and your face etched with this certain melancholy that one could not explain. How could one thing be so near, within the reach of your fingertips, and yet be entirely outside the capacity of reach.

“Draga.” You heard Zemo softly speak, his chest slightly wavering beneath your cheek from his words.

“Hm?”

“Something troubles you.”

“What makes you say that?” You stared off, your eyes still fixated to the fading existence of your world.

“Your eyes draga.” Zemo looked down at you, his eyes scanning over the troubled creases that masked your features. “I have seen this shadow in your eyes that has seemed to occupy them as of recently. What troubles you?”

“…………You see that star there, right between those two constellations?” You pointed above you.

“Mhm.” Zemo nodded as he followed the line of your finger, his eyes now focused on the same exact star yours have not yet left.

“That’s my planet………Olympus.”

“You’re welcome to tell me about it if you’d like.”

“Well, when I was little, I used to live with my mother in this quaint cottage by the sea, similar to the one I live in now with my daughter. She used to bring me out most nights for stargazing. She had built this outdoor platform with bedding and blankets and we would have a small fire going to keep us warm as we watched the stars and constellations while she told me different tales and epic poetries. As silly as it sounds, she would make shooting stars appear in the sky for me knowing how much I loved them. Gods, I wish you could’ve seen my home back in its days, back when everything still remained. Everything was so…..beautiful, and the skies, gods the skies, you could see the different planets and galaxies as if they were only miles away. To this day, I have yet to see anything in my travels that compares.”

“I would have loved to seen it Schatzi. Your mother sounded like a wonderful person.”

“She was the kindest soul I knew.” You turned your body so that you could look up at him, resting your chin on your hand.

“You miss her.”

“There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss my family and planet.”

“I’m sorry about what happened to them Schatzi. I wish you never went through what you did.”

“If only I could bring them back. I’d do anything to be able to just see them again.”

Zemo was silent, believing that no amount of words could have provided you comfort, no matter how deep the meaning or how significant. He could not imagine what you went through. He had lost his country and his family, and you had lost your family as well, but you lost your world, your entire race, leaving you to be the last remaining entity of your people, the last Olympian and the last Chthonian. Words could not bring your family back, just as they could not with his. So he only did what he was able, making a silent unspoken promise within the abyss of his damaged heart to be there for you as he held you closer to him and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

A sudden feeling of guilt crawled up your spine like a venomous scorpion ready to sink its stinger in your skin with means to cause nothing but pain and suffering. You felt guilty for being here, lying next to Zemo wrapped in his arms like a pair of star-crossed lovers from the pages of a novel. A part of you felt selfish for what you did, undeserving of the affection that was bestowed upon you from a man who had suffered enough from the loss of his family. How much longer did you think you could give in to your mindless emotions without a single thought of the consequences it might bring about. Did you really think you could go on as if nothing is happening? As if you can conceal your true form from him forever. No. You could not. You did not have the heart to keep such knowledge from him. If you wanted to pursue what you had with him, you would have to tell him the truth when the time came.

“We should probably get back before Sam and Bucky notice.” You mumbled, blinking back the tears, your heart aching to go back to the way things used to be, wishing you could leave all of this and just be able to go back home. You didn’t belong here on earth, an immortal amongst mortals. At least on Olympus, if your titaness form had been revealed, many would not have bat an eye. They had already seen the likes of Titans before and the locals had become accustomed to you. But here on earth, you were nothing but a stranger, a drifter.

The two of you walked back to his place in silence, the only sounds being the whistling of the wind, the chirping of crickets, the voices of the few pedestrians and the humming of the cars that drove by. Your hands brushed against each other, craving to intertwine your fingers with his as you walked down the stone paved streets lit by the lamps that lined it, the two of you still withdrawn despite what occurred between you both. You felt it would have been silly, holding his hand like a couple of teenagers, though a century ago, you wouldn’t have gave it a second thought.

You arrived at his place, standing at the bottom of the steps in front of the double doors with Zemo opposite you, illuminated by the street lamp that stood just behind. Feelings of conflict washed over you, drowning you in waves of despair. As much as you wanted to be with him, a small part in the back of your mind kept telling you that it was wrong. Neither of you wanted to go through those doors just yet, wishing you could have spent the night under the stars. But life seems to have a way of working against your favor. The Wakandans would be here to collect him possibly tomorrow, and you would have to bid him farewell, separated from each other for what could be forever. As much as you did not look forward to that moment in having to turn him in and never see him again, you wouldn’t stop the Wakandans from what they were promised. And though you hadn’t said a word, Zemo had already knew what your decisions were regarding it, and he could not blame you for it. You were a woman of justice and you followed a code, and he respected that.

“Zemo.” A frown appeared on your face.

“Please,” Zemo whispered to you as he pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Call me Helmut.”

You looked at Zemo once more, a look of longing hidden behind your eyes as you unconsciously swiped your tongue across your mouth, watching how his eyes followed the movement before lingering on the wetness of your lips that resembled the petals of a rose after the pouring of cold rain in the midst of spring. Oh how he wished to be the drops of rain that were gifted the pleasure of grazing upon the velvety petals that belonged to such beauty of a flower, a symbol of union between the two domains in which the heavens came down to declare its love for the earth. A pulling sensation filled within your core, drawing yourself to Zemo as if he were the sweet berries of deadly nightshade that have lured many unfortunate souls. Banishing the thoughts of doubt that clouded your mind, you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to you, crashing your lips against his in a heated kiss. Zemo was initially shocked by your bold gesture and stiffened from the way your mouth moved against his, surprised you would pull something like this when just a wall away Sam and Bucky were awaiting your arrival, before loosing himself into your embrace.

Your fingers clenched the collar of his sweater and your fingers grazed across the exposed skin of his neck while his hands went to your waist in a desperate attempt, fumbling to grab at anything and bunching up the bottom fabric of your sweater as he pulled you against him. The tips of his fingers brushed against the skin of your waist that was exposed below the hem of your sweater, leaving behind goosebumps in its trail. You smiled into the kiss from the way he completely melted under your touch, a part of you amused from the affect you held over him as you managed to elicit a moan from deep within his throat. Zemo’s brows were furrowed in the passionate moment, something you have noticed when you first kissed him, a small crease in the muscles of his face that showed just how lost he was when encased in this moment with you, and it absolutely melted you. He was addicted from the warm numbness, the ecstasy he felt from kissing you. Your lips were like heroin to him, leaving him yearning for more, and it didn’t ameliorate the fact that his years spent in a German prison had left him somewhat inexperienced and filled with a chasmic longing for touch and intimacy from the lack thereof. Deep within him, masked by his ideas and objectives, Zemo wanted to be able to love someone again, a chance at a new life and a family, and perhaps, he saw that possibility with you. But, behind the passion of the kiss you shared with him, there was something else, a poison that laced your lips with feelings of despair and forbidding that consumed you as if you had tasted those sweet berries of nightshade, slowly loosing yourself to its malice. His lips which were at first warm to the touch, now felt cold like ice and sent shivers of dread through your veins, as if this would be the last kiss you shared with him.

You pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, your teeth softly grazing against his bottom lip as you did so. Both of you were left breathless as you rested your foreheads against each other, panting as your breaths fanned each other’s face as if you had just been trapped in the depths of the ocean before breaking through the surface to allow oxygen to fill your lungs.

“If you keep doing that Draga.” Zemo rasped between breaths, “I won’t be able to compose myself.”

“Good. Maybe I don’t want you too.” You smirked before placing a playful kiss on the tip of his nose. “But I really should go back inside, and you should do the same. Just make sure you go unnoticed.” You slipped his coat off your shoulders, his cologne that lingered on his fur collar leaving your senses with discontent as you returned his coat to him before going over to the doors, stopping to turn back to him with a smile before stepping inside and closing the door behind you. Gods, what the hell did you do that for???? You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you wanted to slap yourself for pulling a move like that.

“Gods I’m stupid.” You muttered to yourself.

“Hey.” Bucky smiled once he spotted you, his voice soft as if he were afraid you would shatter at any moment from the discussion that took place earlier. “How was your walk?”

“It was nice, relaxing. I went to the park to stargaze.”

“That’s good. As long as you feel better.”

“I do, actually. Thanks Bucky.”

“You look flushed. You okay?” Sam noted as he stepped over to you.

“Huh?” You stopped short. “Oh yeah, I’m fine. I just had to kind of uh power walk back here so you guys wouldn’t get worried. But I’m fine, yeah. Anyways, I’m going to hit the sack since I’m feeling a bit tired. Goodnight you guys.” You waved them off before going to your assigned room, making Sam and Bucky give each other questioning looks before they both shrugged it off.

You shut the door behind you, letting out a breath of relief that they had not caught on to anything and praying that Zemo had managed to sneak in. You had just gotten off the phone with Maze and your daughter, catching up on their activities after cleaning yourself up and changing into your nightgown. You had pulled up a chair next to the window that was in your room, your feet tucked underneath you and a warm cup of rose and blackberry tea in your hands. Your robe hung loosely off your shoulders as your index finger twirled above the small silver spoon that swirled in your cup, mists of violet wrapping around the handle of the spoon as you used your powers to stir the contents of the tea. You stared out the window onto the old streets of Latvia before glancing down at the teacup that was nestled in your hands, the glow of your eyes reflected off the window pane along with the tiny stars that swirled through the small globe of your necklace your mother gave you. You hadn’t stopped thinking about the moments that passed and the ones that have yet to come.

There was a knock on your door, interrupting you from the thoughts that had resided in your mind. “Come in.” You spoke as you looked through the reflection of the window and saw a figure step in. “Zemo?” You stopped using your powers, the clinking of the spoon scraping against the sides of the porcelain cup coming to a stop. “You know, you gotta stop sneaking into my room.” You teased before frowning, seeing the expression that sat on his face. “What’s wrong?” You got up from the chair, setting your cup down on the table before walking over to him.

“The Wakandans will…….be here for me tomorrow.” His eyes were lowered to the floor, the browns of his irises which reminded you of the dunes of the Sahara desert were whirling in thought, resembling the dunes caught in the midst of the fury of a sandstorm, as if searching for an answer to his troubles.

“Ze-Helmut, I………” You sighed, your tongue and mind lacking the ability to compose any words that might have provided some solace. “I’m sorry………..I don’t know what to say.”

“Y/n, schatzi” Zemo grabbed your hand, tracing his thumb over the bumps of your knuckles. “You don’t have to say a word. My actions………must be accounted for.”

You were silent, your brows knit together and your lips sealed as if your voice was ripped from your throat. Your heart wanted to tear itself from your chest, begging to be released from its cage so that it could be free to lament, so that it may be able to express the words that held it captive. But your tongue was tied, held back between the prison that was your teeth as you clenched your jaw. Zemo’s hand still held yours, stroking the soft skin on the back of your hand which were a contrast to the small rough patches on your palm, before you heard him speak again. “Can I kiss you?”

You blinked at him, lips parted in surprise that he would even ask such a question when you were honestly willing to kiss him any time of the day. The Zemo you had come to know was far different than the one you had heard about, his cold demeanor seemed to completely fade when he was around you, like a fog that dissipated with the coming of daylight. A part of you pondered whether this was how he used to be, before the events that happened. Though he hadn’t had a chance to share such affection with anyone and lost practice, you still found him to be great kisser and it always managed to leave you breathless. “Yes, please.” You whispered, your voice barely audible before you felt his lips brush against yours. What was sweet at first became more feverish and filled with hunger as an unfamiliar spirit seemed to possess your body, darkening the amethysts and golds of your eyes that resembled the galaxies, into the blackness of the abyss that swallowed the outer edges of space where not even the slightest bit of light could reach, almost as if you were sinking your claws into your prey.

A heat pooled in the pit of your stomach, filling your body with an electrifying warmth as his mouth moved against yours more confidently this time, catching you utterly by surprise and leaving your knees weak, a feeling similar to the stillness in the air a mere second before lightning strikes the ground beneath your feet. His hands slipped down to grab the flesh of your waist, dehydrated, and filled with an intense thirst that could only be quenched by your body that was the ocean, your skin separated by the silk fabric of your nightgown. Your hands went up to grip his shoulders as a gasp escaped your lips upon feeling him move down to your jaw and neck. Gods, since when was the last time you were touched like that?

“Helmut.” You rasped, struggling to hold back a moan as his lips sucked on the skin where your collarbone met your neck, making you lean your head back to allow him better access. Your robe had fell to the floor, leaving your arms completely bare while Zemo’s hands caressed the skin that lined them before resting on the dorsal part of your upper arms, the combination of the frigid air and his fingertips that felt like the touch of fire sending shivers through your body. “What if they hear?”

“Let them.”

“No……….I’m…….serious.”

“Well if you’re that worried Draga.” Zemo stopped to look at you. “The walls are thick enough.”

Gods that completely sent you over the edge. It felt as if you were on a high, your mind was not even within this dimension as Zemo met your lips again. You had to throw your arms around his neck to keep yourself from collapsing as the two of you shifted in the room, Zemo guiding your body before the back of your knees came in contact with the side of your bed. You let yourself fall back into the soft mattress, bringing Zemo down with you. You both were a mess, your hair disarray, the thin straps of your nightgown fallen past your shoulders had almost left your breasts exposed, and the skirt of your nightgown had ridden up to your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Zemo squeezed at the soft flesh of your thigh before attacking your neck again. He didn’t know how to describe it but you tasted absolutely divine. Perhaps being a goddess made you taste of ambrosia; the golden, honey-flavored fruit that grew on the trees of Olympus. You were in absolute bliss and thanked the gods he wouldn’t be able to leave a mark, at least you hoped not.

“Helmut.” You moaned, your nails digging into his biceps as his warm lips made a trail down your collarbone and lower to where the lace trim of your nightgown met just above the curve of your breasts, lingering on the space between, filling your mind with thoughts of a certain region you desired those lips to be. “Fuck.” You hissed from the contact, your hand moving its way to his head as you ran your fingers through his soft hair, your nails raking across the back of his scalp as the heat between your thighs only grew. You unconsciously pressed your heel to the lower part of his back, beckoning him closer to that heat between your thighs as you bucked your hips up. Zemo growled at the movement, slightly nipping at the skin where your breast had started to form, causing you to gasp and your eyes to fly open from the sensation.

“Apologies draga.” You heard him mutter before tenderly kissing the spot where his teeth had been.

Seeing Zemo in a close proximity above you in such a position had you dazed, wanting him to take you right then and there and not caring if the others heard you or not. And as your eyes wandered lazily over the sight of him, they widened in horror once they glimpsed at the image of your hands. Your nails became sharp, claw-like, and that deathly color had returned once again, slowly making its way up your arm like the tendrils of a shadow belonging to a demonic spirit.

“Helmut.” You whispered, your voice becoming panicked as you loosened your grip on his arms, being careful not to pierce his skin. “Helmut wait.”

Zemo stopped, pushing himself up to meet your eyes as his concern grew from seeing the frightened look that filled them. “Schatzi, what’s wrong?” He brought his hand up to your face, brushing away the strands of your hair. “If you’re uncomfortable let me know.”

“No, gods no. If anything I don’t want you to stop.” You breathed out, trying to catch your breath. “It’s just that………….”

“What is it schatzi?” His voice was soft as his fingers caressed your cheek, afraid that he might have offended you in some way, afraid that he might have been too forward.

“I’m sorry Helmut. I want to, I really do, but not like this.” You shook your head as you got up, shifting over to where the dark shadows of the room fell on the bed to hide your arms, afraid to meet his eyes as if you had made a fool of yourself. “Not like this.”

“You don’t have to apologize to me y/n.” Zemo smiled at you. “If you’re not ready, than I’m not ready.”

“Thank you Helmut.” You smiled back before giving him a delicate kiss. “I’d………uh like to think some things through.” You prayed that he didn’t see your hands, hoping that the darkness of the room managed to disguise it.

“Of course draga.” Zemo placed a lingering kiss on your forehead before leaving your room, stopping at the door to give you a comforting smile as he carefully shut it behind him.

Your eyes still lingered on the door, waiting to make sure he didn’t come back before turning on the bedside lamp and staring down at your hands. You had managed to stop the color from spreading up your arm, yet it strangely still remained, stopping halfway up your forearm. This wasn’t good.

“What the hell?” You scrunched your nose, trying to use your powers once again to remove it but to no avail. Fear coursed through your veins as you attempted to remove the color, spell after spell, hoping those vine like tendrils would crawl back down your hands and disappear. You cursed under your breath as each attempt proved to be as futile as the one before. What the hell was going on? Why were your spells not working? It vanished before from your magic, why wasn’t it doing so now? You were struck with a sudden realization that perhaps this change would become permanent, that maybe suppressing your true form for all those years had caused it to spiral out of control and in turn try to overpower you as if it had a mind of its own. You growled through gritted teeth, the furniture around you shaking as your fists were clenched in frustration, the violet mists of your powers encompassing your hands and sparking with small bolts that corresponded with the vexation that overwhelmed you.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, the mist around your hands disappearing and the shaking of the furniture coming to a stop. You had to work something out. You were left no choice but to keep your hands covered from now on until you found a solution. If any of them questioned it, you had to have a damn good lie. Getting up from the bed, you walked over to the double doors that led to the small balcony and opened them, your hands gripping the cold iron rail as you stared out at the view of the Latvian streets and buildings before you. Oh how you wished your sister Athena were here. She knew everything.

“Oh Athena.” You stifled a sob as you stared up at the stars, focusing on the light of your planet as if she could have heard you, a tear cascading down your cheek and dropping to the streets below. “Gods I wish you were here. I really need your help.”

Despite your pleas, you knew she wasn’t there, her existence only an artifact of the past. You were praying to nothing but a memory. It was extremely urgent that you got information on this matter of your form and the words of the prophecy that still threatened and echoed within the depths of your mind. And since you couldn’t obtain such knowledge from another Olympian, you would have to gather it from the old texts. Muttering a few words in Ancient Greek, you waited, searching, until a small white moth came into view, fluttering in your direction. You held out your finger, letting the tiny creature come to rest upon it.

“Hello little one.” You smiled at the moth as you gently stroked it in greeting, bringing it closer to your face so that you could speak to it in your language. “Please send word to my familiar and tell him to gather as much information he can on Titans and the prophecy. And tell him to come find me when he is done. Thank you.” The moth looked at you with understanding behind his tiny black eyes, it’s antennaes twitching before fluttering away into the moon. You sighed, watching it disappear into the night before giving your distant planet one last glance before shutting the doors and going back over to the bed. You laid down under the covers, your hands rested on your stomach as you stared up at the ceiling, dreading the day to come. How could you face Zemo? And however were you going to keep your hands a secret? Surely the three are bound to find out sooner or later? You just prayed that the message you sent would be returned in a short time. You needed to fix this before it would be considered too late. And the sooner you found Karli the better. Your mind was racing with thoughts, but you closed your eyes, desperate to get some rest and forcing those thoughts away. Gods help you from this moment on.

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thesunflowersutra · 3 years

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Hello!!

I just read your last headcanon.

I was wondering: how would Bucky feel about seeing Zemo with kids? Knowing all his past and his grief?

Hello, anony!!!!! After I got your ask, I couldn't help but thinking about a little scene featuring them + kids. I hope you don't mind me taking some time to answer this but I wanted to write it for you <3 I hope you like it! :'') SOOO I DID IT! It's on "read more" but you can find it here as well, for AO3 users!

Bucky should have seen it coming at some point. Halfway through dinner at Sam's house, the host's phone rang with an urgent appointment - a "moon stuff" appointment as the trio affectionately called occurrences for Captain America that could not be postponed. Although Wilson's first instinct had been to deny it - after all, he had promised Sarah he would look after AJ and Cass that weekend while she took a few days to herself. His gaze met Zemo's across the table as Bucky had stood and made his way toward his friend, taking the phone from his hand. "All right, no problem, he'll be there soon. Good night, Torres", Barnes said into the phone, ignoring the mostly confused looks Sam was giving him. As he hung up the phone and handed it back to Sam, Bucky turned his gaze back to his friend, "Torres told you to be here in half an hour," he finished, returning to his previous seat at the table, as if nothing had happened.

Noticing Sam's look, Zemo let a short smile appear on his face, "We'll take care of the boys, Sam, don't worry," the Sokovian said, trying to reassure him. “Go fetch your affairs, we will be fine”, he said. Although he was past the stage of distrusting Zemo -even thought he and Bucky had been in a stable and healthy relationship with each other for a long time and Wilson trusted his friend's judgment, there was a certain difference between having weekly dinner nights to tell them the news and meeting once or twice to share a beer and leaving their nephews in the care of their two friends without warning. However, Sam knew that of the pair - and possibly from all his social circle -, the Sokovian was the closest thing to a family man he had around and the boys liked Bucky a lot. Maybe... maybe he could give them a vote of confidence.

"If you need anything - anything at all - be sure to call me," Sam repeated for the twentieth time before leaving the house, and by that time, both Bucky and AJ and Cass seemed to kick the other out the front door, looking forward to the long videogame duel that would take place that night - under the judgment of Zemo who always made sure to keep them competing as fair as possible.

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Sam's nephews were already in their beds asleep, enveloped in the tranquility of sleep and the Sokovian lullaby tune that Zemo was humming - although they were a little older than children who necessarily needed lullabies to be lulled to sleep, Cass and Zemo protested that no one was "too old" to be lulled to sleep - which caused AJ and Bucky to giggle a few times. The scene, however, had been enough to leave the American slightly touched.

The thought of children being a part of their everyday life was something that Bucky avoided doing. The dream of building a family had not crossed his mind even in the 1940s, before his life was completely taken over by chaos, and in those more than ninety years he would be lying if he said the thought had ever occurred to him again. For all intents and purposes, he had Zemo, Alpine, Sam, Oeznik... those who had become his family - and he was happy.

One of the main reasons, however, why that thought had not occurred to him was also Zemo's own grief over his own family - the family he had lost along with his country. Helmut was someone dedicated to the memory of his family, he paid his respects and remembrances with a certain frequency but he had certainly moved on - not only to the mourning itself but mostly for allowing himself to continue living, for allowing himself to rebuild a life that, as far as Bucky wanted to believe, was being on his side.

However, standing there, watching Helmut carefully lull the Wilson boys to sleep, Bucky couldn't help but wonder if those thoughts were part of Zemo's mind.

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As they returned to the living room of Sam's house, far enough away from the guest room where AJ and Cass were so that their voices wouldn't disturb the younger ones' sleep, Bucky unceremoniously flopped down on the couch, and a few seconds later Zemo nestled into his arms just as Alpine did, in a configuration that had become natural to both of them. The fingers of Barnes' left hand quietly stroked through Zemo's brownish strands. "I think we did okay, right?" uttered Zemo, in a calm tone, although he seemed somewhat distracted - and this time it wasn't by the small mess of chip jars and video game controls that lay across the carpet near the television. "Speak for yourself, AJ is a terrible loser at video games," Barnes muttered, making mention of the brief moment when he and Cass had beaten the older boy in a wrestling game match, receiving a shower of chip chips in his face and hair from the other.

Aside from the typical messy moments, the evening had been uneventful. Pleasant, even. Zemo let slip a smile that resembled a showcase of melancholy. Bucky moved somewhat worriedly, nestling Zemo a little closer in his arms. "You look... sad, though," he whispered, not wanting to alarm the shorter man too much with his concern. "I'm fine, just...thinking," the Sokovian began, aware that Bucky's blue eyes were watching him intently yet avoiding meeting them directly. "I was thinking about my Carl. If... he and the boys would be friends. I believe so, they are as energetic and fanatical about games as my little one was," Zemo confessed. It was common for him to remark about his son - his favorite candy, some stories of family trips or important moments of the little boy's childhood that had been left in the past, but not forgotten.

Bucky's gaze still watched Zemo thoughtfully, and, aware of the other's audience and attention, Helmut continued.

"Carl would be a little older than AJ, I believe, but... I wish he was here. That he had met you. Surely he would have many questions to ask about your Avengers friends," the shorter man confessed, with a soft giggle. "Don't look at me like that, they are your friends," he added, as he observed the American's frown. "I'm not sad, I promise. Just thoughtful," he said, trying to assure Bucky that he was indeed alright. "You worry too much, James," he finally concluded, leaving a short kiss on Bucky's cheek closer to him.

The American attempted to reassure himself with Zemo's voice and his apparent calm, nodding slowly to what he had told him, while his fingers still stroked the shorter man's hair carefully. "It's fun to watch you with children. You are patient and caring. I can see that AJ and Cass like you," Barnes said with a short smile. "I don't think I would object to us taking them over to stay at our house once in a while, what do you think? Alpine would certainly love the company," he murmured. The thought of the Persian cat cohabitating with children was certainly something too chaotic to bring into the already chaotic lives they lived, but he couldn't deny himself the closeness to the two youngest Wilsons, let alone something that seemed to bring some comfort to Zemo's heart. "We can talk to Sam and Sarah about it when he gets back, but... right now, we need to get all this potato chips out of your hair," Zemo said, taking a piece of the yellowish food from Barnes' dark strands, who was smiling a little wider now that he knew it was okay.

It was hard not to smile in the presence of someone who seemed to understand and complete him in every aspect of his life. Somehow, they had managed to build something together that made them feel safe in a world that certainly had showed them what danger was.

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kippykasey · 3 years

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Snowdrop Chpt 4

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4115

Series Summary: Bringing Zemo in to help fight against the rise of the new group of super soldiers brings in a new, yet familiar face into the mix.

Chapter Summary: The team found the refugee camp and now look for information on Donya Madani.

Chapter Warnings: Episode level violence.

A/N: If you missed it there is now a drabble that talks a bit more about how Reader got the nickname 'Amazing Grace'. Also send me feedback! I would love to hear your thoughts about the story so far.

Disclaimer: All languages that are not English were provided by Google translator with the translations following in bolden italics. Gifs used were found under the gif tab provided by tumblr.

Catch up on Snowdrop here: (1) (2) (3)

Sam was on the phone with a member of the air force to get information on Donya Madani, the refugee that is the next lead. Bucky was lounging on a sofa-like bench intently trying to clean his metal hand. With a slight nudge to the man’s leg on the seat he pulled it in, not looking up at the woman who lowered herself into the seat across from him, one leg tucked underneath herself. She held her hand out wiggling her fingers next to where his eyes were trained on his own hands. The blue eyes raised up off his hands to look into her waiting eyes. His eyes rolled as he silently placed the cloth into her hand, extending his arm so his hand was in her reach. She silently began to clean, his hand making sure to get into every nook and cranny that she could.

Sam’s call with Torres ended and he sat down letting out a deep sigh. Bucky turned his head, pulling his eyes away from the smaller hands working to clean his prosthetic. “You okay?” the man across the aisle from him turned his head to look at him before looking back up at the dimly lit ceiling of the plane. “Yeah. Just thinking about all the shit Sharon had to go through. And Nagel referring to the American test subject like Isaiah wasn’t even a real person. How many people have to get steamrolled to make way for this hunk of metal.”

Bucky’s attention turned back down to the palm of his hand that was now in the process of being cleaned. “Well it depends on who you ask. That hunk of metal saved a lot of lives.” (Y/n) never looked up from her task as she listened. Barnes turned back to Sam making sure he understood that he was fully listening. “Yeah, I get that all right. Maybe I made a mistake.” There was a slight nod from Bucky as he verbally agreed, “You did.” There was a slight pressure in his hand as it was squeezed by the woman as a sign of her disapproval.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have put it in a museum. I should have destroyed it.” Sam’s admission made her raise her head and look over at him, her hand stopping from cleaning. “That shield may cause a lot of fuss but it also means alot to some people. It’s the person behind the shield that brings a problem.” The woman spoke up for the first time. Bucky say up pulling his hand out of her grasp while doing so, “Like me, that shield means something to me. So before you destroy it, I’ll take it from Walker myself.” Conversation paused and like she always did a comforting hand rubbed small circles in the ex Winter Soldier’s back. The anger slowly left his face in the blank stare he mastered, but there was a softness in his eyes.

Zemo carried over some food as Sam answered his ringing phone. He passed one of the plates over to the two ex HYDRA soldiers and set the other down for Sam. Sam spoke on the phone, most likely to Torres, while he watched the two across from him effortlessly pick at the plate they were sharing. “They found Madani...dead. She died in Riga, a city near the Baltic Sea.” Sam informed everyone. Zemo holds a finger up and nods, “I have a place we can go.” The baron sits back in his seat, “I for one am looking forward to coming face to face with Karli.”

With the new heading set and food eaten everyone was settling for the remainder of the flight, and most likely to sleep. Bucky was still on the sofa, one leg out on the bench the other hanging off the edge. The nurse was tucked up in his arms, her head resting against his chest. Bucky’s eyes were already closed as he started to drift to sleep. However the woman he held onto was still awake looking across the aisle and out the window of the plane. Her view was blocked by Sam as he came back from the restroom. He turned to face them and their eyes met for a moment before he glanced over at Zemo who had a sleep mask over his eyes. “So what’s the story between you two? Were you two ever like a thing?” Sam’s voice was soft not to disturb those already asleep, especially Bucky.

“No. When we first met I was engaged. Not saying HYDRA didn’t want us to be.” She answered looking slightly up at the sleeping man holding her so casually. “What do you mean?” The woman’s eyebrows furrowed and she just slightly nuzzled into the warm chest below her, the owner’s arms flexing around her waist. “They wanted us to reproduce and create genetic super soldiers. Never got that far.” Sam watched how peaceful the two looked laying together on the small sofa bench, comfortable even. “You went back for him and you were engaged.” Sam pointed out to her. “He saved me. That day Steve broke him out of isolation in that camp. He came for me. Since then I swore myself I would keep those two idiots safe. I think my engagement unofficially ended the day I refused to get on that plane to the US and instead became the nurse for the Commandos.” A ghost of a smile appeared on the woman’s face as she went on. “He ended up having a son, who turned out just like his dad. Even had a granddaughter too. I got the chance to meet them, kind of. Maybe once this is all over I’ll get the family I wanted.” Her voice slowly began to soften into a slur as she began to fall asleep.

Sam sat there for a moment. He never thought Bucky Barnes could ever look so peaceful but he did. Normally even napping the man was stiff as a board but this was completely different. Here he was asleep, head lulled to the side resting against the back of the sofa, a woman in his arms, and not a scowl or anything visible on his face. It's interesting how much you can learn from someone just from watching them sleep, as weird as that may be. Sam smiled at the two before turning his head and letting himself fall asleep.

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Riga, Latvia was the new location the group found themselves in. The group walked in a ‘T’ shape, Zemo leading with the other three following, (Y/n) in the middle. As Zemo led the way he mentioned Sokovia and how it was taken over by the neighbors before the land could even be cleaned up. Now it doesn’t even exist. As they turned the corner to one of Zemo’s many residences Bucky began to fall back from the group.

“James?” The soft voice of the nurse called to him. The man’s head turned to her and smiled softly. “I’m just going to go on a walk.” His statement drew the other two men’s attention as they stopped walking to turn towards the taller man. “You good?” Sam asked. “Yeah,” Bucky started to walk backwards. “I’ll see you guys in a bit.” The nurse turned to follow out of habit but Sam wrapped his arm around her. “He’ll be okay.” He told her even as her eyes still trailed Bucky as he left for his walk.

With the three of them now inside the apartment sized space (Y/n) ran her fingers through her hair hissing slightly at the knots and tangles in it. “You really care for him don’t you?” Sam asked her softly, making the woman glance at him with large doe eyes playing innocent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Wilson.” She tapped against the bar top that she leaned against and looked at Sam. “I am curious though, Bucky’s new arm, where is it from?” Sam crossed his arms looking at the woman who wouldn’t meet his eye, “Wakanda. He spent some time there.” She nods and smiles at the realization that the metal his arm was made out of. “I visited Wakanda once. Back in, well I guess it was 1940 maybe even 1939 I can’t remember exactly. It’s where I was proposed to. It’s probably much different now than it was then. Maybe in the future I can see it again.” Sam watched the far off look clouding over her eyes. The conversation died after that, neither pushing farther.

Zemo had taken a bath before Bucky had returned, the closing of the doors announcing his arrival. “Well, the Wakandans are here. They want Zemo. Bought us some more time.” Bucky spoke as he walked towards the bar where everyone was centered around. “Ouch Sam.” The nurse hissed as the comb Sam had been pulling through her hair got caught. Bucky raised an eyebrow at the sight before him. “Were you followed?” Sam asked, ignoring the woman as he put down the comb. “No.” Although amused by Sam combing someone’s hair, his voice didn’t reveal anything. “How can you be so sure?” Zemo asked, peeking through the stained glass window. The nurse’s head whipped around as she stared at the back of the baron’s head like he was crazy. “‘Cause I know when I’m being followed.”

Zemo turned from the window to look at Bucky, “It was sweet of you to defend me at least.” Sam merely turned his head over his shoulder to speak to the German. “Hey, you shut it. No one’s defending you. You killed Nagel.” The woman in the room rolled her eyes as she hopped off the bar stool she was perched on to walk behind the bar. Her hand just barely brushed Bucky’s back, unseen by anyone else in the room, as she passed to grab a glass and pour herself a drink as she listened to the men. “Do we really have to litigate what may or may not have happened?” Sam’s eyebrows furrowed as his eyes moved left and right, “There’s nothing to litigate. You straight shot the man.” Zemo raised a hand to point at the only woman in the room, “She wanted to.”

“Sam,” Bucky called, drawing an end to their little argument. Sam turned his attention to Barnes who was standing on the opposite side of the bar from him. “What?” Bucky glanced up from his phone for a moment before informing him, “Karli bombed a GRC supply depot.” “What? What’s the damage?” The slight influx in Sam’s voice showed slight surprise and interest. “Eleven injured, three dead.” The nurse next to Bucky looked over his shoulder. “Where is it close enough to help?” She asked, trying to see a location. “Sugar, you are more help with us,” Bucky told her before continuing to inform Sam, “They have a list of demands and are promising more attacks if those demands aren’t met.” Sam let out a deep sigh, one that could visibly be seen pulling the man’s shoulders down. “She’s getting worse.” Helmut pointed out the obvious. He stood at the end of the bar between both Sam and Bucky. “We,” He began before the nurse shook her head and pointed at him. “Nuh-uh. Do not wrap me in with you. I’m done. I am here to help because of the serum. As soon as this is all over I am going with Sam or Bucky.”

“Fine. I have the will to complete this mission. Do the three of you?” The Baron tried again this time changing his phrasing. “She’s just a kid.” Sam reminded him. Zemo turned to him and shook his head. “You’re seeing something in her that isn’t there.” Sam sat back as he listened, eyebrows furrowed. “You’re clouded by it. She’s a supremacist.” Bucky’s head tilted and his eyes glanced over at the woman slightly behind him who was looking down at the floor with her arms crossed. “The very concept of a Super Soldier will always trouble people. It’s that warped aspiration that led to Nazis, to Ultron, to the Avengers.” Bucky walked around to the opposite side of the bar from Zemo and leaned against it. “Hey, those are our friends you’re talking about,” Sam warned. “The Avengers, not the Nazis.” Bucky quickly added which made the ex World War II nurse smile and nod her head.

“So, Karli is radicalized, but there has to be a peaceful way to stop her.” Sam turned so he was talking to everyone even if his eyes were primarily on Zemo. The nurse opened her mouth but Zemo began to talk, cutting off what she had to say, “The desire to become a superhuman cannot be separated from the supremacist ideals. Anyone with that serum is inherently on that path. She will not stop. She will escalate until you kill her.” There was a pregnant pause before he adds an afterthought, “Or she kills you.”

Bucky stands up straight as he looks at the man who just spoke, “Maybe you’re wrong Zemo. The serum never corrupted Steve or (Y/n).” The German raised a finger and his eyebrows. “Touche. Yet the former Amazing Grace did turn her back on everything to come after you and helped you within her own free will. She’s probably more guilty than you are. So there really has never been another Steve Rogers, has there?” The woman’s eyes never left the floor as she quickly shuffled her way out from behind the bar to try and get away from the conversation. Yet she was stopped by Bucky who gave her a concerned look. She shook her head and moved farther away.

Her mind involuntarily flashing through ever murder she was assigned to help the Winter Soldier with. She lowered herself onto the couch and held her head trying to will the memories to go away. She could feel the intense concerned look on her back from Bucky as he spoke. “Well, maybe we should give him to the Wakandans right now.” His voice got closer as he neared the woman currently lost in the dark corners of her mind. “And you’ll give up your tour guide?” Zemo asked while opening cabinets. “Yes.” Bucky’s answer was as firm as the warm hand that fell onto the woman’s shoulder.

“From my understanding, Donya is like a pillar of the community, right? So when I was a kid my TT passed away.” Sam spoke as Bucky’s hand rubbed gentle circles around the woman’s back as he sat next to her, the way he remembers her comforting him years before. His hand hesitates just as much as his voice as he asks, “Your TT?” Sam turns to him and nods, “Yeah my TT.” Bucky’s face scrunched up in confusion as he slowly started to rub her back again, “Who is your TT?” Sam rolled his eyes and holds his arms up, “Fine. When I was a kid, my aunt passed away and the entire neighborhood got together for a ceremony. It was like a week long. Maybe they’re doing the same thing for Donya.”

(Y/n) slowly raised her head as she focused on what Sam said instead of the nightmares in her memories. “It’s worth a shot.” Bucky comments looking back at the woman next to him. She looked into his eyes and he gave her a silent nod of understanding. She leaned her head against his shoulder for a moment and took a deep breath. Then under her breath she whispered to him, “Do you think Sam was a dorky looking kid?” She felt his shoulder shake in a small silent laugh. “Definitely.” The two laughed silently as Zemo made a comment about how Sam’s TT would be proud of him. The woman stood up and ruffled the dark hair of the man next to her, earning her one of his signature stares. “I’m going to wash up a bit then we can head into town and look for more leads.” She told them men before leaving to the bathroom.

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With their trusty ‘tour guide’, as he so graciously called himself, the group headed out to gather information. Zemo talked about the location they were at with fond memories from his childhood where the place they stood once was home to grand parties. Standing at the entrance the group divided into two. Zemo and Bucky stayed on the ground lever and courtyard while Sam and (Y/n) went to see what was upstairs.

(Y/n) stayed at Sam’s side but followed his lead as she looked around the building. Spotting a kid Sam followed him, calling out to him once, as they entered what looked to be a workplace for seamstress’. “Excuse me, have you heard of Donya Madani?” Sam spoke gently but the women quickly got up and left. Sam looked over his shoulder at the woman scanning the room behind him, then adjusted the case in front of him to show her the red handprint symbol of the flag smashers. They continued to walk through the upstairs rooms, each time they came across someone to ask about Donya they would quickly leave the room. Each room having at least one item with the flag smasher’s insignia on it. (Y/n)’s brow had furrowed by the second room. She glanced out the window, down at the courtyard where she could see Bucky and Zemo.

Finally they moved onto probably the final room, a small smile falling onto the woman’s face as she saw the children’s crafts in the makeshift classroom. “Excuse me.” Sam called out to the sole teacher in the room, who was kneeling down next to one of the desk’s helping a child. The man turned his head towards them and Sam continued to ask him, “Do you know a woman by the name of Donya Madani? She was a refugee here.” The man stood and turned towards Sam. “We’re not refugees, for we have nothing to seek refuge from. We’re internationally-displaced persons, for what it's worth, and we don’t trust outsiders.” The man pat the student he was helping on the back as if giving him permission to leave since the kid stood and exited the room.

“No, I understand, “ Sam spoke and there was a certain calmness to his voice, something soothing about it. “I’m not from here, but I have a pretty good track record of helping out.” The man in front of her looked as non threatening as he could make himself so she tried to relax and do the same but her eyes kept scanning the room as she listened. “I know what happens when people say they’re going to help. Nothing. The Global Repatriation Council promised to send more teachers, supplies. That was six months ago.” The woman’s head snapped around at the news. How could things have gotten so bad? She frowned as she looked over to the two smaller children in the room. “What’s your name? Maybe I can make a call?” The man shook his head. “I know who you are. But I can’t trust you. I’m sorry. “ He turned to the two children, picking one up as the other went to leave the room. Sam watched them leave and the woman behind him ran her hand over one of the desks. “Sam,” She whispered out the raw emotion for how much she wanted to help these people clear in her voice. “I know.” His voice, while more stable, held the same sadness in it. “Let’s head back down.”

Sam and (Y/n) came to stand on either side of Bucky who was watching Zemo interact with some local kids. “It’s starting to feel like a dead end.” Sam mentions as he too watched Zemo. “The hell is he doing?” Bucky said the same question they were all asking themselves. “Being smart. We won’t get anything out of the adults, they don’t trust us. Kids however, they don’t know any better yet. Is that...turkish delight?” Her head tilted to the side as she watched. Zemo stood and handed a handful of the candy to the children. The baron then turned to walk over and join the waiting trio. “Cute kids.” He comments, walking by the three of them. “He’s up to something and I don’t like it.” (Y/n) muttered putting her hands into the back pockets of her pants.

Without much information to go on they returned back to the apartment. “I got nothin’.” Bucky sighed, “No one’s talkin’ about Donya.” Zemo made a straight line to pour himself a drink while Bucky went to sit on the couch along with Sam and (Y/n). “No surprise there.” She comments before Sam explains,” Karli is the only one fighting for them. They have no need to cross her. And she’s not wrong.” Bucky sighs, turning his head towards them. “What do you mean?” Sam slaps his knees and holds his head back for a moment. “For five years people have been welcomed into countries that have kept them out using barbed wire. There were houses and jobs. Folks were happy to have people around to help them rebuild. It wasn’t just one community coming together, it was the entire world coming together. And then, boom.” Sam snapped to make emphasis on the event that brought everyone back. “Just like that, it goes right back to the way it used to be. To them at least Karli’s doin’ somethin’.”

“You really think her ends justify her means? Then she’s no different than him or anybody else we’ve fought.” Bucky replied, gesturing to Zemo who was pouring himself tea. “She’s different from them. She’s not motivated by the same things.” Zemo carried in the tray that held all of the fixings for the tea he had just prepared. Bucky turned to him, “That little girl. What’d she tell you?” Zemo looked at each of them before answering as he set the tray onto the table. “The funeral is this afternoon.”

The information peeked everyone’s attention. Out of the corner of her eye (Y/n) watched as Bucky’s jaw muscle flexed, a sign that he was annoyed or getting upset. “You know the Dora’s coming for you any minute. In fact, they’re probably lurking outside right now. Keep talking.” However the threat didn’t scare Zemo into telling him any more. “Leaving you to turn on me once we get to Karli. Hmm, I prefer to keep my leverage.” The woman in the room rubbed her temple as she mentally thought about how this may turn out. Bucky standing up from his seat and rounding the coffee table to stand in front of the man he helped escape prison, yeah that definitely wasn’t a positive one.

The low clink of the glove-covered vibranium hand against the cup Zemo was holding only took seconds to become a shattering splash of the cup hitting the pillar behind Zemo’s head. Bucky’s jaw was set as his hard gaze locked onto the shorter man in front of him. “You wanna see what someone can do with leverage?” The low rumble threat that came from Bucky made the woman slide to the edge of the couch and prepare herself to jump in to stop him. “James.” She said at the same time Sam stood and said. “Take it easy. Don’t engage him.” Sam held his hand out right above Bucky’s chest. “He’s just going to extort you and do that stupid head tilt thing.”

(Y/n) stood from the couch and moved to Bucky’s side. Sam glanced at her and she gave a nod. “Let me make a call.” Sam told them as her hand gently grabbed onto Bucky’s elbow, the man’s attention still locked onto the baron. Sam walked away, patting Barnes’ on the shoulder as he did. With Sam gone, Helmut spoke again. “You want some cherry blossom tea?” Bucky finally broke his eye contact to look down at the tea. “No, you go ahead.” Bucky turned in the direction that Sam walked and gently patted the small hand on his elbow before walking off.

“Keeping information from them won’t keep you from being taken back into custody Zemo. Not to mention playing with him needs to stop. Or maybe next time I’ll be the one you need to handle. Do you understand?” The voice she spoke in was calm even as Zemo let out the breath he was holding. “You feel like that with him staring you down, try not upsetting us both.” She gave a friendly smile as her hand reached up to gently pat the side of his face.

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Name: Helmut J.(Jerit) Zemo

Meaning of Name: Helmut: heil ("healthy") or hiltja ("battle"), and the second from muot ("spirit, mind, mood"), Jerit: It creates an aggressive and independent nature, one with big ambitions, giving you salesmanship and promotional ability combined with excellent business judgment to gain the accumulation to which you feel entitled “ "just", Zemo: Makes you quick-minded with the result that you are never at a loss for words. When you are feeling relaxed and cheerful, you can be very charming and able to say just the right thing to compliment or inspire someone. You prefer to negotiate rather than fight

Nickname/Alias(s): Phoenix, Baron Zemo, Citizen V, John Watkins III, Iron Cross, Mark Evanier, Theo Broussard, James Barnes, Herr Müller, Doctor, Psychiatrist, Fake Doctor, Aufseher Menz, Helmy, Baron, Jim, Sock-Head, Leper, Muse, Colonel, Sir

Age: 30

Birthday/Place/Time: September 2, Leipzig, Germany, 1991

Species/Nationality: Human, German,

Accent: Yes

Language spoken: German, English, Ukrainian, Urdu, Ilocano, Dutch, Persian, Swedish, Somali, French, Turkmen, Russian,

Powers/Skills:

Energy Blast

Energy Manipulation

Flight

Gadgets

Genetic Manipulation

Gravity Manipulation

Peak Human Intelligence/Enhanced

Leadership Intuition

Longevity

Marksmanship

Peak Human Accuracy/Enhanced

Enhanced Gunmanship

Intangibility(While being a ghost?)

Possession (Through his mind being trasferred)

Powerful Objects

Peak Human Stealth/Enhanced

Enhanced Swordsmanship

Enhanced Unarmed Combat

Weapon Proficiency

Science Intuition

Tactical Analysis

Tactical Genius

Peak Human Strength/Supernatural

Peak Human Speed/Supernatural

Peak Human Agility/Supernatural

Weaknesses/Illness/Allergies: Missing Limb: Zemo lost his hand in a battle with Punisher and wears bandages around his arm as a result, Nerve damage from being burned/melted in glue, Various other issues from this incident, Degradation of mental stability from this incident, as well as from a childhood with his father and his fathers actions toward others in front of him,

Pet: None

Occupation: Commander of an elite paramilitary tactical unit,Terrorist, Ruler of Bagalia, 13th Baron of Zeulniz, adventurer, Mastermind, Would-be world savior with world conquest inclinations; Former professional criminal, Leader of Thunderbolts, Assassin, Engineer, Wealthy criminal entrepreneur,

Faceclaim: Daniel Brühl

Description: Blue eyes (Alt: Brown), Blond hair (Alt: Brown), Helmut's face has in the past been disfigured, looking like molten wax, and incinerated, faint scars over his body, and at the tips of his fingers, Scar on his throat from an attack in child from another child his age, An array of other scars from other incidents, Such as being shot to protect Captain America,

Outfit/Accessories/Jewelry: Mask, Bulletproof Vest, Winter Soldier Book, Possesses the Moonstones, Smith & Wesson 6906, Desert Eagle Mark VII, Taurus PT100, Revolver, IWI Masada, CZ P-10, Steyr M9-A1, 12 Gauge Double Barreled Shotgun, AK-103, Bucky Barnes' List, Super Soldier Serum(Vial), Helmut Zemo's Private Jet, 1968 Pontiac Firebird, Royal Talon Fighter, Mechanical hand he keeps hidden/disguised, Baron Zemo's Suit, Adhesive X, Baron Zemo's Sword, Zemo makes use of much of the same devices invented by his father, including particle, formula, and adhesive X, as well as his dad's disintegrator gun and anti-psychic headband. In close-combat, he prefers an Adamantium sword. He also makes use of various energy weapons and mind-control devices,

Height: 5′ 7-9″

Weight: 130

Body Build: Athletic/Lean/Toned

Backstory/Background:

Past

Helmut Zemo was born into barony, in Germany in 1991. To parents, the elderly Heinrich and his wife Hilda. He was the only child of the two. Being slated to become the 13th Baron Zemo, and being an only child, Helmut's childhood, from an outward glance appeared to many to be a relatively easy and normal one. As a young boy he had developed certain interests in quite a few fields in which he would use in his actions later on in life. One being, an interest in acrobatics. Which his father had not approved of. His father was not a kind man overall. Often trying to treat Helmut like a miniature version of himself. Though, Helmut, awed by and loving of his father had tried his best to at least mind his father and not try to take too much of what his father would say in his personal interests to heart. Despite some despairing comments and harsh believes Heinrich did in his own way love Helmut, to a certain degree. His mother however, was much colder toward her son. Hilda would often strike Helmut if she did not get exactly what she desired out of him.

Both his parents were often prone to hitting him in order to communicate to him their disapproval and desire for him to adhere more to their own ways rather than veer on a different path. As A Zemo he had his whole life more or less completely laid out in front of him from the moment he was born. The fact that his parents were, by others, considered to be sick or twisted had never even been a thought in his mind at such a young and innocent age. Walking in on his fathers work and the degree in which he had displayed cruelty became something that Helmut would attribute to just being his father. At some point while growing up, Hilda dies and Heinrich is left to raise Helmut on his own. Though his father soon started showing just how unstable he had started to become. Then one day Heinrich left, abandoning Helmut at their estate. Raised by the staff through the next several years of his life, Helmut kept with his studies and lived life as a normal every day person. Who just so happened to be rich, and a bit royal.

As a young boy still Helmut grew up fascinated by heroes, one in particular being Captain America. As his own father had been distance, only keeping in bare minimum contact with him, Helmut had often been spoiled by his estate and those put in charge of taking care of him. With his family's bad reputation, even as a child, Helmut was feared. Not because the small boy was capable of bringing anyone who upset him harm, as much as Heinrich had the potential to make any one of them suffer. Helmut only would ever see his father on 'special occasions' he would say. Often meeting many other villains in his childhood and becoming friends with them or close in some manner or another. At one point he had been running around playing with one of the wait staff in his families Castle when he had suddenly run into the man known as Red Skull, Heinrich had not been far behind and grabbed Helmut, pulling him away and giving him a shake before starting to curse him out. Only for Red Skull to seemingly take an interest in the young child.

After this meeting, Helmut had felt slightly terrified by some of the other visitors to the castle he had called his home. Many of them enjoying teasing or taunting him. Or saying something horrid. Except for Red Skull, who, was more or less grooming the young boy, for a future leader of Hydra. Much of the reason for some of the teasing was that on some of these days Helmut would be in the meeting hall with his father, talking of super heroes he had read about recently. Heinrich would often say something about the hero in question that would make Helmut feel put off by the comment. But still loving of his father he took it all in stride, giving a shrug before he would run off to enjoy a play date with other children that would be brought with those who came to the castle. Then one day his father had returned home for a brief time. An incident had happened to Heinrich which had left him with a mask clued onto his face. For many days Helmut would stand outside his fathers room listening to the older man screaming in agony.

He found it to be unbearable, for the most part, listening to it day in and day out. Then, when Heinrich would finally be at ease and start to rest Helmut would often pay his visit. Talking with his father about how he would hope the other would get well soon and that maybe they could do an activity together. Heinrich would never reply in words, but in agonized groans. Which only upset Helmut more than he would admit. Then, after weeks of recovering, Heinrich had finally showed his face. Seeing the mask that had stuck to his fathers face scared the young Helmut, enough that upon seeing his father he would turn and run away from the other before they could make him stick around. After some time Heinrich once again left, however. Abandoning Helmut yet again and moved to South America from then on, till the time he had died. After this incident no more villains came to visit, and Helmut was one more left to his own devices. He would go to school and come home and hang out with his friends. That was his life.

Most of his friends were often their because he was rich and his family was well known in Germany for their barony and of course, nefarious activities. Helmut however remained a mannered young man. But would often at times dip into some manipulative behavior. As he had a fascination with how the human mind worked. For the most part these acts of his and tests were mostly harmless. That was until on day while pointing out a boys need for attention because his mother was an abusive alcoholic and his father was a druggie who was sent to jail for murder and that the boy would never be able to achieve anything outside of those prospects in his own life, the boy retaliated by cutting Helmut's throat open with a previously concealed pocket knife. After this near brush with death Helmut had decided to lay off analyzing real life people at that point in time. Though he did put his focuses on his acrobatics and engineering. Two things he thoroughly enjoyed for the most part. Despite being teased for his acrobatics.

When leaving the hospital and returning back to his private school Helmut noticed the boy who had attacked him had disappeared. Though thought nothing off it, until years later. As he grew older Helmut developed a crush on a girl in his grade named Heike. She was the first to approach him, taking notice of his observing her. Asking him out on a date, he agreed. So, he and Heike became boyfriend and girlfriend. Helmut was often the more submissive, in appearance anyway, of the two. As he would rather sit back and observe and Heike would rather initiate things. Their first kiss, she had initiated after dragging him out to watch a sport she was interested in. Helmut and Heike stayed with one another until they graduated when Heike had told Helmut she had wished to marry him. Helmut agreed. In the following months the two prepared their wedding, while Helmut also prepared to go to college. Heike had decided to take the year off, to find herself. Within a year of their graduating the two were married and starting their life together.

Helmut got into studying engineering at the college of his choice. As well, he had been, as a baron, consigned to the army. Moving to base Helmut had his hands full with a wife and school. Though he had proved to be adept in his training and balanced it well with his courses. A year after they were married Heike told Helmut she was expecting. Helmut was nervous at first. Though as the months went by he grew to accept this new event in his life, often talking with Heike about what to name the boy. As well, talking of how they would raise their son. Though training and school work soon entirely consumed Helmut. He was rarely seen at home leading up to the birth of his son, Helmuth. Though had managed to arrive home from a mission in time to see the birth of his son. Promising Heike he would never miss it, not for anything. Making due on his promise and letting Heike rest Helmut named their son, and held him for the first time, in awe of what he had created. It reminded him however, of his father. It had been years since he had even heard from the other.

For a week or so the family got settled. But soon enough Helmut was again sent out to another mission by the army. Out near where he had last his father to have been Helmut went AWOL for a short time from his band to go visit his father in his stronghold. While he was there he only got to briefly meet with his father, before needing to had back to camp. Days after his visit however, a report came in to his team that Heinrich had been killed by Captain America. Frozen for a moment, he felt the eyes of his team land on him. He hid his rage well enough. But as he continued to conduct missions with his team, his rage began slipping out against those he had been sent to hunt down. Eventually Helmut started to invest more into his fathers own footsteps. Taking on an alias for a brief period known as The Phoenix, Helmut goes on to capture Captain America, on his own. Condemning super soldiers for what Captain America had done, he had sought to get revenge against the one that was the face of them, all in the name of getting revenge for his fathers death.

However, his plans failed to fight against both Captan America and The Falcon, ultimately he presumably fell into a vat of substance known as Adhesive X, which had been created by, no one other, than his own father. Thought to be dead, Helmut had at this time escaped arrest and soon emerged from the Adhesive X, disfigured entirely. After this point, consumed in his anger still he went back to lick his wounds, covering his face with his trademark purple mask. When asked about it he told his team it was a piece of equipment he was trying out. However, when his wife asked about it, he could not lie to her. Angered by her husbands reckless and stupid behavior she chastised him and promised she loved him and not just for his face when he insecurely asked if she hated the way he had looked. Helmut, despite her answer, set out to find a way to fix what had been done to his skin. Eventually finding away to cut off the damaged skin and heal naturally with some experimentation's he conducted on himself. He was able to fully correct his appearance back to it's original self.

Still dawning the mask however, even years later, Helmut was soon approached by a much older Red Skull who told Helmut that he had been dying. But that he wants to destroy Captain America before that happens. Recruiting Helmut into helping him out, of course the Baron agrees, still angered by what happened with his father and wanting revenge. It is in this team up that Helmut also learns that Red Skull is not happy to have only had a daughter that would inherit his empire. The team Red Skull put together does end up kidnapping, torturing, and tormenting Captain America's friends. Though he also has several of the villains fight over who will take Leadership of Hydra when he is gone at this time as well. In a battle wiht Mother Superior it is made to look as though Helmut has been killed by her, Red Skull goes Sike and tells Mother Superior he never planned for his daughter to be leader of Hydra. Then announces to Helmut that ever since he met the young boy he had put into motion Helmut’s succession as Leader of Hydra.

Though Helmut tries to reject this appointment, having gotten a sufficient revenge for the most part. As he realizes that his father was not a very good man, himself. Leaving Mother Superior and Red Skull then he returns back to his duties with the army. Joining his squad once more, taking the mask off and leaving it tucked away until he needed it next. The following years Helmut stuck to commanding a paramilitary tactical unit and working as an engineer. Supporting his family, Helmut eventually graduated and was able to spend more time with his wife and son. For the most part he ignored all the super hero nonsense outside of his missions. For a time his life was what he would have called, perfect. If not for an incident happening. One that would ultimately change his course entirely. While visiting one of his families old estates in the Nation of Sokovia, Helmut had been out with his wife and son. Needing to go take care of some things nearby.

However, before he was able to leave his son stopped him, holding onto him tightly and asking about a light in the sky. Looking over toward the situation that was unfolding in the nearby city of Novi Grad, he grinned a bit before glancing back down toward his young son and telling him that it was Iron Man and that he was probably protecting the people of Novi Grad from a very bad man. Then, saying his goodbyes for the moment to his son and wife, he promised them he would return soon enough. Then set out to join his task force on their mission in Sokovia. Believing his family to be safe in the estate Helmut thought nothing of it as he left to help defend Sokovia that day. However, this would have been the last time he would ever see his son and wife alive again. The destruction that had followed the Avengers battle with Ultron had left what remained of Novi Grad an absolute wasteland. Two days after the battle, Helmut managed to finally pick through most of the rubble of his estate. Still not being able to contact his wife and son, of course.

Not until those two days later when he would find their bodies in the rubble, confirming what he had feared the most, they had been killed. Enraged, Helmut began to hate the Avengers and decided to get revenge on them for their 'disregard of innocent lives'. Vowing to disband them entirely. Though, being just a mere human he had to control his anger and and plan accordingly. So he did. His meticulous planning would lead him to one Vasily Karpove, who had been a leader of the Winter Soldier Program. As well as a member of Hydra. Seeing the man as inconsequential, Helmut dispatched the other and after torturing Karpov, found the Winter Soldier Book in Karpov's Hydra files. Before then demanding more files on the assassination of Maria and Howard Starks assassination in 1991. You know, politely. After getting the information he needs he uses it to frame Bucky Barnes for the bombing of Wakandan King, T'Chaka. Making sure this event lined up with the signing of Sokovia Accords, as well. Then, luring Theo Broussard to his hotel, he murders the man and steals his identity.

Soon he came face to face with Bucky Barnes, who had been by then, captured and placed in the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre Building. Posing as Broussard he was aware he was being watched by others at the centre. He deceptively managed to evaluate Bucky's mind while waiting for the signal to continue on with the next stage of his plans. When the power for the building eventually went off, which cut power to the cameras watching them as well, Helmut quickly made the move to conduct the next part of his plans. This being, the reactivation of Bucky’s Winter Soldier Programing by Hydra. With Bucky under his control and now free from his confinements he asked of the mission report to Howard Stark’s death. Having gotten the information, as well as that of the remaining Winter Soldiers he intended to use in his plans, next, Helmut sends Bucky to go distracts anyone who attempted to stop him before he got into a helicopter and escaped, knowing that his exist would prove his involvement in the death of T'Chaka and bombing would be used as evidence against him.

As Bucky is off obeying his orders, Helmut feigns having been attacked by Bucky, for his cover to work. However, Captain America and Falcon confront him while Bucky is distracted. With Steve questioning him about what happened, Helmut says his famous line of 'Wanting to see an Empire Fall.' And all the fangirl’s wet themselves forevermore. Anyway, Steve plans to take Helmut into custody but before he could Bucky enters the scene once more and attacks Steve and Sam. Curious after Steve is thrown down an elevator shaft, Helmut looks to see if the fall killed Steve. His old childhood fascinations rekindling briefly in awe of what he managed to see... Though he was unable to observe too long as Sam had once more come to and started chasing him as he fled. Though he had eventually managed to escape Sam.

Arriving in Siberia it appears as though Helmut has planned to awaken the five remaining winter soldiers of the program, that had up till then in a cryostasis, and left that way. With little motivation needed, he listened to the voice of his dead wife, via a voice message on his phone. To remind him what he was doing all these things for. Making another call he set up the hotel to find Theo's body the next morning and to allow for his true identity to be known, thus having them follow him. Which he would then enact the final part of his plans. Soon he arrives at the Hydra facility where the soldiers have been kept. Helmut then waited for Steve and Bucky to arrive, as he had waited he killed the five soldiers by shooting them in the head. Before then sealing himself in a room to wait for the others to arrive. As Tony, Steve, and Bucky finally decided to show up, Helmut had to be dramatic and show them what he had done. As he was questioned about his actions Helmut revealed to Steve that he had planned this for a year.

In that year Helmut had studied everything about them all. Especially him. Then he flirts with Steve a bit by commenting on the green in Steve’s blue eyes being a flaw. Steve quickly came to the conclusion that Helmut was part of the incident in Sokovia in some way. Bringing up then that this was some sort of revenge, for him. As the first time Helmut and Steve had met, Helmut had been wearing his mask and going by a different alias at the time. Steve had no idea of his past connection to Helmut aside from the awareness that he had killed Helmut’s father. Helmut revealed that, even before The Avengers, Sokovia was a failed state. Then he reveals his reason for being their was because of a promise. Then informed Steve that because of The Avengers, he had lost everyone he lost everyone he cared about. Then he gives a speech as he puts the video he had on, talking of empires can only be completely destroyed from within. After Tony sees the video he then attacks Bucky, and Steve tries to stop them.

As the three fought one another Helmut stealthily escapes the bunker he was hiding behind in the scuffle and made his way outside to wait for the battle between the two factions to come to it's conclusion. Content with the current outcome however he again listens to his wife's voice via voicemail, one last time. Then he deletes it, ready to die. However, he is distracted when T'Challa finds him. The two talk about what he did to T'Chaka and how it almost misguided T'Challa. Despite T'Challa attempts, however, Helmut resigns to try and shoot himself, only for T'Challa to stop him just in time, an subdue Helmut. Now arrested Helmut is charged for his crimes against the Avengers and was himself placed in confinement where he is mocked and taunted by Everett Ross. With threats of electrocution if he so much as spoke too loudly in protest. When asked how he felt about his plans failing Helmut shot back with a "Did it?" For a time Helmut remained in confinement. But had managed to get free of this by the help of other villains.

Once he has been freed, he once again takes up his mask and starts a group called Masters of Evil. Nothing much eventful happens during this time, mostly just more fighting with random heroes and even The Avengers and more specifically, Captain America. This period ends with Helmut trying to attack Captain America and missing, ultimately falling off a roof. After a couple months of recovering from this incident and slipping some more into madness. Helmut starts to become obsessed with bringing his dead wife and son back to life. Which leads him to ally with others once more, in a quest to collect pieces of something called a Bloodstone. Which apparently has the ability to bring the dead back to life. However. Captain America yet again gets between him and his goals, at least half way through. As Helmut is about to raise his dead son back from the dead before he can complete the task he is interrupted and his son reverts back to being dead. As well, still too weakened and greatly injured from his fall off the mansion, Helmut is too weak to try again.

Again, he joins up with his Masters of Evil bros and again starts doing crime and fighting The Avengers and anyone else who gets in his way. He also starts another team while still running his old one, called The Thunderbolts. Taking on the new identity of Citizen V. With the Thunderbolts Helmut tried to gain the worlds trust so that he could then take it over. But, the people liked the team so much that Helmut and everyone else in the team actually started liking being heroes. Though when the old Heroes inevitably returned from the Onslaught crisis, Helmut also leaked everyone's former Villain identity's to the world. Which made them all have to escape to space and help him still try and take over the world. Because why not, why the fuck not just ruin shit for fun. Clearly these are early signs of Helmut's fall into complete madness, the like of which are probably the same as his father and fathers father, before him. Though, shocker, The Thunderbolts weren't cool with any of this and rebelled against Helmut which forced him to go into hiding.

There, in hiding, Helmut started to plot revenge on his former team. Who were at that point trying to win back humanity's favor and trust by actually being heroes, what a bunch of losers, right? Helmut thought so. However! Helmut didn't have much time to think about any of that because Captain America came to ruin his revenge yet again. Then, being killed by the Scourge, Helmet's mind was transferred over to a bio-moden so you can see, Helmut's a very busy bee. Even if you know, it wanton killing of him to make him to some alien thing or whatever. Where he is then made to be John Watkins the third, who is the grandson of whoever in the fuck the original Citizen V is. Now in his new body, Helmut went back to playing his Citizen V alias yet again. Shit happens, we got fights, we got everything you could ever want. Even Helmut’s consciousness being removed from John, oop. He's now in a tech-pack...?!?

Soon his min is transferred into an AU version of himself, who is using the Alias of Iron Cross. Now, back in a body, Helmut again takes leadership of the Thunderbolts, the ones from the AU, not the mains verse ones. Okay? Then he lost leadership...Some shit happens. Hawkeye becomes leader of it. Some more shit happens. A lot of other shit happens. He's leader of the Thunderbolts again. Then he tried to take over the world gain. This time however it's because he wants to save it? He's clearly just falling deeper and deeper into madness. A teammate of his goes a bit berserk and in an attempt to protect Captain America, he gets blasted by the teammate. After this Helmut leaves the team and takes the Moonstone's twin alien gems, two artifacts great power. Only to again show back up, fuck around and find out. Fuck up some shit between other factions of heroes, Harass some of the new Thunderbolts. Though he did some good. He stopped Genis-Vell after his powers went out of wack. Of course, he's also the reason they went bonkers, anyway, Helmut decided death was better for Genis.

Then he seemingly saves the world from an alien threat. Fought the cosmic powers of the twin gemstones he stole earlier. Then he dies while saving the world. Or seemingly so. But is actually sent back into the past to see that...holy shit, all his ancestor’s are kind of the fucking worst. Though he manages to finally return back to his time. Only changing...well, probably a lot of the future honestly, by this trip. But Helmut learned a lot in the centuries he traveled around in, watching his family members throughout them. Even got in a fight with his own father in the past about his bullshit. Heinrich very nearly killed Helmut but the little devil, he escapes in the nick of time back to the present time. Upon his arrival he was created by a cousin, distant cousin, who was planning on killing him. Though the little coward couldn't go through with it so decided he should die instead. Helmut stopped him though. When asked why Helmut had stopped him from killing himself, Helmut told Wendell that too much Zemo blood had been spelt.

Helmut then invited his cousin to be in evils with him and to fight by his side so that he could prove a point. It's definitely not slipping farther into madness. Not one bit. Some more shit happens. Not too much happens for a hot minute. Still disguised with his ever present mask, Helmut runs into Bucky Barnes, who is now the new Captain America. Annoyed by this turn of events Helmut attacks Bucky because he's 'ruining his fathers legacy' or some nonsense. The man has clearly lost all sense of reality. He recruits some people to help him. He then injures Falcon. Before sending Jurgen to attack Bucky while he's at the hospital, being drugged by nanites that was slipped into a martini of his. Bucky, you are having TOO much fun, calm down. Soon enough the nanites are neutralized however. Then Helmut leaked to everyone like the gossip girl that he is "Hey! HEY everyone, this Captain America's a PHONY! It's actually, BUCKY BARNES. The Winter Soldier. BOOO!". His makes Bucky have to face Helmut face to face in a battle.

Some more crazy and wild shit happens. Helmut ultimately wins the fight against Bucky. Who is then put on trial for his crimes by the government. Helmut’s not done yet, because he's lost his ever loving mind of course. He does all kinds of fucked up crazy ass shit for a minute. Even so much as learning about some Fear God his father was fucking around with in Egypt. With another villain Helmut tries to find some hammer but this partner ends up shooting Helmut's teleportation device and steals his ship, stranding him in the desert. He then does this whole villainy speech about his partner having made a new enemy of him. That's cute...anyway! He then goes after Hawkeye for a minute. Be we don't care. Congrats to Hawkeye on the mentor and brother. But we don't have TIME for that. Helmut again has to get revenge on Captain America, now Stever Rogers again. So he's just going to do that. WE already know what's going to happen. NOT much. Not much happens at all. Except for Helmut seems to die in an explosion, but everyone is not convinced as much.

Some time after the explosion Helmut wakes up with amnesia and has no clue who he once was. He is now residing in the town of Pleasantville (Hill? who gives a fuck.). Where everyone is so nice! So nice until you k--Ahem. Anyway. He knows something wrong with this place. When he tries to escape but finds he is unable. That is because he has been in a coma for several months, now. Since the explosion. As well, he has been returned back to his prison cell in Germany. There he waits out the remains couple of years, recovering from his vegetative state(And placed in a simulation with the help of SHIELD in an attempt to ‘REFORM’ him, along with other criminals who are also trapped in the simulation). Still having little to no memories returning to him outside of most of his life before starting his latest stints into villainy. This has left him a bit more withdrawn and more like his former self. Helmut hears news about The Snap in his cell, But other than this he knows nothing of what is going on outside of his prison walls.

Present

((THE FALCON AND WINTERS SOLDIER SPOILERS HAPPEN AT THIS POINT. I’m NOT TAGGING THEM OR PUTTING THEM UNDER A READ MORE, if you don’t want to see them SKILL Till next DOUBLE BRACKETS! THIS has been your warning. TFATWS Spoilers))

That is until the day Bucky comes to visit him. Testing Bucky, He repeats the phrases from the book, to see if they still work. Finding out that they do not he takes note of this change with the other as they explain as much, then revealed he had already known about it.

Continuing his observations Helmut eyes Bucky closely, still seeing a bit of his former self inside. Soon, the subject is changed, though Helmut tells Bucky about how he had the pleasure of being frozen during most of his captivity. While he did not. When Bucky says his time wasn't pleasant, Helmut offers an apology for framing Bucky. Which seem to be nothing more than manipulation on Helmut’s part. But it's not. The two then stage his break out from the prison and after this Sam and Bucky start arguing about him being free. Helmut again tries to apologize, but in turn also yelled at. So he just smiles and watches the two quietly, letting them both finish their little fits with each other. Once they finally get down to business Helmut takes them both on a fancy trip in his to his fancy estate where he picks up some of his things. Including a mask that was the same as the one he had lost in the explosion years before. Which Bucky and Sam make the connection to with a some what small time villain they faced in the past. Helmut and Sam have a bit of a chat about what Helmut plans to do. Then they all fuck off and clown around for a bit.

At some point they finally get around to actually very nearly completing the mission when John Walker shows up and cuffs him. Moments later he breaks free and goes to find the serums that Karli's group plans to use for their nefarious deeds. Helmut can't have none of that though. So, injuring Karli and knocking the vials over, Helmut realizes exactly what he's knocked over and starts smashing the vials, gleefully. However, he does manages to procure one secretly. As he is smashing the others, though John interrupts him, hurling Captain America's shield into the side of his head, knocking him the fuck out and thankfully not killing little Helmy. Unconscious, he is taken back to the safe house where his head wound is taken care off. Though for the most part, Helmut is out of commission. But not completely put out that he doesn't continue drinking, because why stay sober when you’re going to be locked up for life, am I right? He had been getting pretty much tipsy the entire mission with Sam and Bucky always bickering and being pricks to him. He needed him some drinkies in order to deal with....all ...of that.

While in the middle of his latest attempt to drown out all that's happened since the deaths of his wife and son, John Walker comes barging in and demands him to be handed over. Helmut remains quiet, though is getting a bit fed up with being treated like everyone's new chew toy. Not long after that the Dora Milaje show up and they all start getting in a fight. Taking something to drink Helmut sees this as an out and fucking leaves, bye, you dumb motherfuckers. After this Helmut gets away for a bit and manages to go back to Sokovia, contemplating yet again, killing himself. But by now, all that raw anger he had felt before had faded into a numbness that left him nothing more than cold. Helmut, realizing that Bucky has finally come for him goes on to admit that he forgives Bucky, and that he's marked his name out of Bucky's list. Then he is soon escorted away by Ayo and the others to be taken to RAFT. Where they all would hope he would spend the rest of his days.

En route to Raft on the Wakandan ship that’s transporting, with the Dora Milaje making sure he makes no escape, Helmut is chained and remains cuffed, to the ship as a means to keep the average human man from doing anything. Though, part way through the escort the ship was attacked, by an entity powerful enough to tear right through the whole of the ship, despite it’s being built taught, destroying it’s engines. Which then nose dived into the vast ocean around them. Rendering the craft entirely useless and sinking. As water flooded into the cabin, Ayo had a decison to make. Staring at the secured down Helmut, she decided to abandon the fastly sinking aircraft, keeping the chained Helmut there to die. With a disguesed look on her face saying “The world isn’t going to miss another evil white man”. Taking her injured warriors then they fled the ship. Soon being rescued afterword, but having lost the location of their aircraft they decided to regroup.

((Spoilers Stop Here, now back to just making shit up!))

As the ocean waters started to overtake the ship Helmut quickly worked at freeing himself from his confines, removing each cuff that kept him secured to the ship hastily and, then digging through his pockets he found the hidden vial of serum he had secured earlier. Thinking about injecting it for a moment, he decides against it, instead just swallowing the vial in it’s entirety to keep it from falling into anyone else’s hands, and in some scant hope that he could get out of the sinking airship. Diving down he tried to swim out of the hole that was made. But continued to be pushed back. Running out of space and air Helmut soon enough lapsed back into a fit of desperation and madness. Ultimately resulting in his disillusioned final attempts to get free of drowning to death, scratching at the interior of the ship, till his fingers were raw and the water was flooding over his head, filling out any remains of space and air in the cabin.

Several months later the aircraft was finally recovered, along with Helmut’s body. Which was transfered to a facility. As it had not decayed in a way they had imagined it to have done. Most of it had remained, paled in death, but intact. He looked as though he had just been alive, if not for being cold and stiff in death. As well as the nibble marks that had marred his body where his bones could be seen. A few tests were run on his corpse to find that a foreign chemical had been coming off Helmut’s skin. That chemical being the very same thing that he had used years before to heal his disfigured, melted skin. Kept on ice none the less Helmut remained in this blacksight facility for several years, being a subject of experiments and tests, before his body was stolen.

Months after his boy was taken from the unknown facility, Helmut was revived and healed of his injuries. Struck however by another bout of amnesia, Helmut spends the months following this regaining his memories yet again. As he also realizes who has brought him back to life. Hydra, wishing once again to make him their new leader. To bring back their ‘greatness’ once again. Starting to decline Helmut is threatened, and subsequently comes to realize that as easily as one of them could bring him back to life, they could easily end it as well. In the past he would have, of course, chosen death. But with his being revived he thinks back to yet again bringing his wife and son back to life. With proof that it can be done, Helmut agrees to lead Hydra, for now. Even if that means their life would be tethered to anothers, in the end. Like his was now.

Wearing his iconic mask once again, Helmut expertly becomes the new leader of the reformed HYDRA. Though, in apparently slips of madness he has HYDRA do petty crimes and missions they are ultimately doomed to fail, in fighting against The Avengers, in order to keep HYDRA in is current state from manifesting once more into it’s old ways that were close to another faction in the history books. Helmut is deemed an effective but questionable leader by the rest of HYDRA who at times thinks he’s planning for them to fail in their endeavors to take over the world and spread evil. Though Helmut’s scheme’s always seem like they might work, overall. Helmut is however, not always pretending he’s going insane. As he is gradually losing parts of his sanity and going mad, dealing with the New HYDRA and it’s members.

This is shows more definitely after he and Captain America have a battle with one another, yet again. Coming face to face. The two battle near a vat of Helmut’s Adhesive X. When Steve throws his shield at the glass container, it busts open, and the Adhesive X spills onto Helmut’s mask, gluing it to his face, as it had done so to his father all those years before. Injured, Helmut retreats to his HYDRA Base.

Future

Fails to revive his son and wife. Falls deeper into his madness. Finally is freed from the tether that keeps him alive, without dying himself. Is arrested and sentenced to life in prison. Which isn’t very long because he gets killed for being annoying. By mutant. OR Maybe. Who knows. What happened to the vial you ask!? Flashbacks. Multiple choice. WHO KNOWS! Choose your own adventure, with Helmut Zemo!!~

(Work In Progress)

Personality: Zemo Personality Stats

Vengeful, Hateful, Cold, Stiff, Calculating, Leaderly, Strict, Polite, Well mannered, Condemnatory, Amoral, Disruptive, Flamboyant, Manipulative, Observant, Intuitive, Brilliant, Planful, Relentless, Violent, Apologetic, Sympathetic, Suicidal, Determined, Extreme, Patient, Intense, Destructive, Loving, Respectful, Mellow, Grateful, Honorable, Playful, Teasing, Well-wishing, Conscientious, Focused, Moderate, Forgiving, Reverential, Intelligent, Challenging, Hypnotic, Neutral, Complex, Unceremonious, Ambitious, Restrained, Cute, Stoiid, Solitary, Confused, Faithless, Unstable, Obsessive, Decadent, Noble,

Quirks/Savvies/Other: Master Tactician, Master Hacker, Slowed aging, Genius level-intellect, Expert Engineer, Thief, Multilingualism, College graduate, Base of Operations: Tower Zemo, Bagalia City, Bagalia; formerly Mount Charteris, Colorado; Castle Zemo, Leipzig, Germany; Castle Zemo, Sierra Madre Oriental mountains, Mexico; Skull House, New York, Can’t decided whether to be good or bad, Definitely just fucking around with his leadership of Hydra, Aristocratic,

Likes: Fencing, Engineering, Acrobatics, Learning things, Analyzing people, Stalking people, Fanboying, Stucky, Culture, Tea, some Drinkies (glug glug motherfuckers, help him), Playing mind games, Physiological warfare, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Being a problem. Knowing all the facts, Slipping away during an argument, Coming up with plots, Fucking with members of Hydra and the Avengers and so and such alike, Playing up his decline into madness, His mask, A particular coat, Just straight up fucking up plans, and ruining Winter Soldiers, Smashing serums with glee, Just being a fucking problem, Heike, Helmuth, Being a Baron, Being rich, His fancy cars, Art, Other things rich people are want to enjoy, Music (who doesn’t though.), Glamping, Pretending to be someone he’s not, Photography, Film noir, Painting, Saxophone,

Dislikes: The Avangers, Captain America (Any, Captain America, he’s not picky), Hydra, Super Soldiers, Tea being spilled or as the case would be THROWN, Having a metal shield lobbed at his fucking head, Being in prison, Rugged action heroes, Bad movies, Squids, Plush animals, Television comedies, Modern art, Skeletons, Chick flicks, Magical girls, Hair styling, Baseball, Bow ties, Rats,

Fears: The loss of his family (Oop), Drowning, Being trapped,

Personality Tests: ISTJ-A, The Reformer (Type 1, Dominant), The Helper (Type 2, Wing), The Investigator (Type 5, third), Chaotic Good/Evil/Neutral, Sanguine/Phlegmatic, Hufflepuff, Slytherpuff, Thunderbird, Wampus/Horned Serpent, Phoenix patronus, ENTP-A/INTJ-A/, Melancholic [Dominant], 1w9, Neutral(Evil/Good), Gryffindor,

Other: Virgo, Tropes,

Parent(s):

-> Father: Heinrich Zemo (Deceased, 12th Baron Zemo)

-> Mother: Hilda Zemo (Deceased)

Sibling(s): None

Wife: Heike Zemo (Baroness, reportedly deceased),

Children: Helmuth Carl Zemo (Deceased), The Kinder (25 Children Heike and Helmut ‘Adopted’.),

Relatives: Wendell Volker (Distant Cousin), Harbin Zemo (The 1st Baron Zemo who was around in 1480), Hademar Zemo (The 2nd Baron Zemo, son of Harbin Zemo and the greediest of the Zemos. He was killed by the guards (acting under Heller Zemo's orders) at his inauguration.), Heller Zemo (The 3rd Baron Zemo, son of Hademar Zemo and the most progressive of the Zemos.), Herbert Zemo (The 4th Baron Zemo, son of Heller Zemo. He was assassinated by his own generals.), Helmuth Zemo (The 5th Baron Zemo, son of Herbert Zemo. He was assassinated by a time-displaced Helmut Zemo.), Hackett Zemo (The 6th Baron Zemo, son of Helmuth Zemo.), Hartwig Zemo (The 7th Baron Zemo, son of Hackett Zemo), Hilliard Zemo - The 8th Baron Zemo, son of Hartwig Zemo.), Hoffman Zemo (The 9th Baron Zemo, son of Hilliard Zemo.), Hobart Zemo (The 10th Baron Zemo, son of Hoffman Zemo.), Herman Zemo (The 11th Baron Zemo, son of Hobart Zemo. Active during WWI.)

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Alternate Universes

Bucky IS the father AU (Because the meme is hilarious)

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#HelmutBio #Bios #SemiCanonHemutZemo #Indie Helmut #Helmut Zemo #Divergent #Canon Divergent

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cazimagines · 3 years

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Try not to forget me

Synopsis: Anon request: Can we have a reader who slept with Zemo when they were younger, they were basically each other’s first times. Reader was brought to the mission and when Sam mentions Zemo she only limits herself to saying that she knows him assuming she knows him from civil war. At some point, Zemo mentions it to Sam and since he can’t contain himself he has to ask reader to be sure. Maybe some smut, like ‘I don’t remember you being this good’

Word count: 8.5k

Author’s note: Welp it took me a while but it's finally here! I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am such a sucker for the trope of seeing someone you once dated years after not seeing them again. Like give me all of that. Also I changed a little bit of the request but not much.

Warnings: Gun shots, SMUT (for mature audiences), Fingering, Vaginal sex, Stripping

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Cross-posted to ao3 under the same username

Fingers fumbled with the clasp, the feeling of lips trailing up your thigh, sweet whispers in the air,

‘My princess, my everything’

His kisses on your neck, the desperation in his voice

‘I need you, all of you’

His fingers dug into your hips, his body moving like waves on top of you.

You call out his name to the night, losing yourself in the passion that consumed you.

Your hand tangled in his hair, tugging roughly which elicited a moan from his lips.

His eyes sparkled as he reached his first climax with you, ‘You’ll always be mine’

You woke up still with the taste of his lips upon your mouth. You felt the ghost of him linger on top of you, clinging to that long-ago memory.

But all things fade with time and the cold reality pulled you from the once pleasant dream drenched in sorrow. Sighing you pulled yourself off the made-up bed on the floor, already grabbing a hair tie to pull the bird’s nest of your hair out of your face. You hop over to where your prosthetic leg laid and strapped it onto your thigh.

Grabbing your phone you notice a few miss call from an old friend, calls you must have slept through. Pressing the number you hold it up to your ear as you wander around the apartment preparing for your day.

On the third ring, he picked up.

“Sam?” you ask

“Y/n! I wasn’t sure if I would hear back from you, it’s been a while”

“Yeah, things have been keeping me busy. It’s not like how it was when we were in the army”

You could hear him chuckle down the line, “It’s strange, I would have thought my time in the army would have been the craziest part of my life, but it’s hard to beat all the stories I have of aliens”

“At least you have stories to tell, what do I have? I served for a few years as a new American citizen, almost died a few times till one day I got shot in the leg”

“I don’t know losing your leg is one hell of a story, but speaking of almost losing your life. You remember that time I was able to pull you away from a landmine and you told me, ‘oh Sam thank you so much, I owe you so much’” Sam says down the line in a squeaky voice

“Since when have I ever spoken like that Sam? And why do I have a feeling I’m not going to like where this is going”

“Well that’s because it is time for me to cash in that favour”

That’s how you found yourself arriving at an airport, searching around to find Sam. As you walked around the corner you could make out what seemed to be three figures in the distance. As you got nearer one of them noticed you, and started waving exaggeratingly making you chuckle.

You finally reach him as Sam pulls you into a firm hug. “It’s good to see you again y/n,” he says as you pull away.

“Yes, after all these years of avoiding me” you quip making him laugh

“You know I’d never avoid you! It’s you who has always found an excuse to get out of meeting up with old friends”

“Well I’m here now”

“Speaking of old friends, let me introduce to you this man, 106 years old, dermatologists hate him”

The man Sam referred to now stepped forward, holding out his hand, “Hi, I’m Bucky” he says, smiling slightly as you shake his hand.

“Y/n, you look good for your age”

“He moisturises” Sam buts in making Bucky send him a look, “It’s complicated” he mutters and you nod.

“I met Steve once, I understand,” you tell him, making his eyes light up at the mention of his old friend.

“Super soldier serum, the ability to be almost immortal, another reason as to why we have all gathered here to prevent it”

A shiver ran through your spine as you heard that long ago accent which you had removed from your voice. You focus on the man behind Sam, someone you should have noticed when you first appeared.

It had been over twenty years since you had last seen him yet you could still recognise the way his lips twitched up at the sides but dipped in the middle, the softness of his warm brown eyes, and the slight angular twist his eyebrows had. His hair was more well kept than when you had last seen him. Then he was still going through his rebellious phase, letting his hair grow unkempt but now he had a sense of refinement about him. He knew he was ageing like fine wine and now instead of trying to rebel from the prestigious life he had like when you knew him, he lavished in it, enjoying the money that was of so easy access to him and spent it on all the finer luxuries of life.

“Y/n, this is Zemo. You might remember seeing him on the news, he’s the one who framed Bucky”

You knew him more than that, more than any of them could ever know him. The dream from this morning swarmed your thoughts again, taunting you as if your brain knew what was to come.

Sokovia had been your home country, a place you had longed to forget, leave dead. Zemo, Helmut, was your childhood friend. You couldn’t remember the time when you first met as it felt like he had always been in your life. Everything you two did, you did together. Attending the same schools, going around to each other’s houses, exploring the wildness together. You two were closer than siblings. Your family had nowhere as near the same money as Zemo’s family had, yet that didn’t seem to matter, at least not when you were children. It was no surprise to people when eventually you two started dating. There had been bets on how long it would take for Zemo to gather the courage to ask you out. You and Zemo had been each other’s firsts, first partner, first kiss, first making love, which is where your dream had come from. It was cringy to say it but you felt like you loved him with every inch of your soul, and you knew Zemo was just as dedicated to you.

That’s why the break-up was so messy.

You were the one who called it. You had to. Zemo might have been blind to what it meant to be a Baron at that time but you weren’t. His parents allowed him to have his little indulges, allowed you two to be friends, to date. But at the end of the day, he would always be from the higher class and your family from the lower class. They would of never let you two marry so you had to call off the relationship before you got too deep, to save yourself some pain. You’d hoped that you two could still be friends, though it would have hurt, you still wanted to be around him but that was never meant to be.

At first, he didn’t believe you, he laughed it off as a good joke till he realised you were being serious. Then was the confusion, he wouldn’t let you leave. He needed to know what he did wrong, what could have happened for you to want to break up with him. Then was the obsession. He wouldn’t leave you alone, turning up to your house every day to beg for another chance, following you around trying to pick the relationship back up, threatening any guy that went near you. Then the heartbreak when he finally accepted it was over. He didn’t leave his house for months, you heard rumours he drank himself to sleep most nights, till one time at the dead of the night you found him pounding on your door, shouting to let him in. He was pissed and crying, imploring at you to give him a second chance, begging for you to tell him what he could do to get back with you. He would do anything, give you all his money, abandon his family and run away with you. You helped him back home and told him to leave you alone. And to give it to him he did because then came the anger. You would see him outside and he would pretend he didn’t even know who you were. You’d walk past and accidentally hit shoulders and he shouted at you to watch where you were going. Soon he would be seen with lots of different women, taking them to all the places he took you, dancing at parties. Whenever you looked over to them they were making out and it pained you deeply for what you had to give up. Eventually, you ran away. You couldn’t keep torturing yourself seeing Zemo move on with someone else while you were still suffering on the inside, not just for losing the boy you love but the person who had been your best friend for as long as you could remember.

You left Sokovia to live in America, completely ridding yourself of your whole past identity. There you decided to enlist in the Army which is where you had met Sam, served with him for a few years till you were forced to retire early due to losing your leg. You checked up on Zemo every once in a while, it wasn’t too hard with the Sokovian news constantly obsessing over him. He married the woman he moved onto, the one you always saw making out with him. You suppose he truly must have loved her because it was your birthday when his son was born. While he celebrated the happiest day of his life you spent the day at the bottom of a bottle drinking away the loneliness. You still remember the moment you found out what had happened to Sokovia. You hadn’t been back there in years but it was still your home, where you had all of your fond memories, now all gone.

You didn’t see anything in the news about Zemo after that, he and his family completely vanished so you had to assume the worst. Till you finally saw him on the news. It was hardly like the boy you once knew. The Zemo you knew was kind, empathetic, caring, beautiful in every way he could be yet the man you saw there was a murderer, cold-hearted, reckless. What had happened to the boy you once knew?

You could make guesses, his family was nowhere in sight and you could only imagine how losing the woman you love and your child could hurt you. You hated imagining all the pain Zemo has gone through.

“Yes, I remember seeing him on the news,” you tell Sam. Both you and Zemo stared at each other, your eyes unwavering.

He knew who you were. He knew from the moment you turned around that corner. As he watched you warmly greet Sam and shake hands with Bucky. He watched the person he never thought he would see again stand right in front of him, not even noticing him.

But now you stood there, staring him down. Both of you almost speaking through your eyes. Would the other one bring up the past? Try to acknowledge all that has happened between you or is that dead, left forgotten. Will you two pretend to have never met before, letting years of memories fade.

Zemo was first to speak.

“I see my reputation isn’t too favourable”

“That’s what you get for blowing up the UN,” you say scowling at him as you cross your arms

Zemo opens his mouth to say something but Sam gets here first, “Y/n served in the Army with me so you better be careful with what you say Zemo”

Zemo’s eyes then flicker back to you tilting his head, like he always used to do, in interest.

“Why is he even here?” you ask, finally pulling your eyes away from him to Sam and Bucky

Sam turns to Bucky with a plastered on a fake smile, “Why don’t you explain Bucky”

Bucky sighs as he glances over to you, “As Sam mentioned to you on the call we are trying to track down this group of super-soldiers called the Flag Smashers. We need Zemo here to help us track down where they got the serum and help us so no one else becomes a super-soldier”

“And you trust him?” you scoff, glaring back to Zemo who just smirked at you

“We have no other choice” Bucky mutters, scowling over at Zemo

“I can assure you, I won’t do anything to betray your trust. For once all of our goals are aligned that it would do us no good to go against each other.”

“I’ll hold judgment till later,” you reply bitterly.

Swifty Zemo swings on the heels of his feet, turning around to start walking away, obviously expecting all of you to follow him. Sighing in annoyance you trail after him.

As you had predicted both you and Zemo were pretending to not know each other, perhaps for the sake of the mission or perhaps for the sake of your well beings. You’re not sure if you could cope even acknowledging the past you two had. He’d been the person you had been closest to, someone you shared all your secrets, all your thoughts and feelings with. Someone who you would have taken a bullet for in the blink of an eye and to suddenly lose all of that, it wrecked you. You had finally managed to build yourself up again, to try and move on and then he comes straight back into your life. It’s as if there is some strange omnipotent god up there and it loved to torment every waking moment of your life.

“So all this time you’ve been rich?” Sam asks and you all catch up with Zemo and see him walking towards what you assumed was his private aeroplane.

“I’m a Baron, Sam, my family was royalty till your friends blew up my country”

There was a slight change of tone for when he said ‘my’ not enough for Sam and Bucky to pay attention to it but enough for you to feel the slight twist in your heart as you thought back to the country that used to be yours, long ago.

As you got closer you observed a man standing by the plane, ready to welcome Zemo aboard and you felt your heart stop for a moment. Oeznik. The man had aged since you last saw him, he had fallen to the tolling of time but he still had those warm, caring eyes.

Memories swept over you of your childhood as you observed him. He has always been Zemo’s assistant, hired by Zemo’s parents when they were much younger. You could remember times when you and Zemo would be running down the corridors, not where you were supposed to be and Oeznik would find you two, not telling you off but smiling at you two, saying how Zemo’s parents were looking for him. He would sneak you two Turkish delights even if it was only an hour before dinner. Anywhere you two wanted to go he would drive you there. Whenever you slept over he would prepare your favourite meals, making sure everything was just how you liked in the room you would stay in. He was almost like another father figure to you and Zemo.

And now there he was, greeting Zemo. Zemo kissed him on the cheeks fondly before heading inside. Sam and Bucky both follow up but you take a moment to turn to look at him.

“Oeznik” you whisper

He smiles warmly down at you, placing his hand on the side of your arm. “It’s good to see you again madam”

You nod your head, unable to say anymore without letting your emotions get the better of you so you choose to head inside.

You could feel his eyes on you as you enter. You glance up to him and you know he knows why you took a little longer to get onto the plane. It was that knowing look in his eye, the slight twinkle of amusement but also sadness.

You frown realising you’d have to take a seat opposite Zemo, Sam and Bucky already choosing to sit on the other side, showing their dislike for him. You freeze for just a moment making Zemo gesture to the seat in front of him, smirking as he tilts his head. You huff, not bothering to hide your displeasure, taking the seat in front of him but refusing to even look at him.

A few minutes later Zemo chuckles as Oeznik brings out two drinks, a glass of champagne which he offers to Zemo, and a glass of rum which he offers to you. You’re favourite drink. After all this time he still remembered.

You kindly thanked Oeznik, taking the glass as you avoid the confused eyes of Sam who was wondering why you got a drink and he didn’t and the eyes of Zemo, which held an emotion you couldn’t quite recognise.

“The food is out but I will see if there is some good food in a gallery,” he tells Zemo and starts to turn away but then Zemo speaks.

“If it doesn’t pass the food test, give it to them,” he says, speaking in sokovian and gesturing to Sam and Bucky.

You weren’t prepared for the surge of pain in your heart as you heard Zemo use the language of your people. Though it had been over twenty years since you last heard it, you could still remember it perfectly.

Oeznik laughs, “It’s good to have you back sir,” he says, then nods to you before leaving again. Zemo smiles at Sam and Bucky, enjoying the notion of how they didn’t know what he said, before his eyes swiftly turn back to you, knowing you know exactly what he said.

He takes a swing of his drink before speaking again, “It’s kind of him to remember your go-to drink” he says in Sokovian.

And there it was. The first acknowledgement of the past between you two. Your eyes burn into his head as you realise just what he was doing. It was a test. He spoke in Sokovian for just you to understand, seeing if you were to take the bait and talk back in Sokovian. He wanted to see if you were willing to acknowledge the past between you two as well.

But Sam and Bucky had no idea where you were from. As far as they knew from your accent you were American and you planned to keep that secret. You weren’t going to play in Zemo’s little game, you refused to take your turn. Instead, ignoring what he had said to stare at the ground.

He waits for a few moments before accepting you weren’t going to reply. Sighing he turns to Sam and Bucky.

“You don’t know what it’s like to be locked in a cell” he starts “Oh, that’s right, you do” he then carries on, taunting them. If he can’t mess with you then he’ll mess with them.

“Why don’t you tell us about where you are going” Sam replies, ignoring Zemo’s attempt at taunting.

Zemo then instead turns to the book in his hand, thumbing through it. “Sorry, I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?” he asks turning to Bucky

Instantly Bucky was out of his seat, his hand around Zemo’s throat pulling him back as he leans in towards his face.

“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you” he whispers

Zemo nods as Bucky lets him go, letting out a slight breath he had been holding in. Bucky glares as Zemo has he takes his seat again.

“I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.”

“But you’re not sorry” you abruptly say, making all eyes turn to you. “Ever since we’ve sat down you’ve been taunting us, trying to stir up trouble. Soon your annoyance will outweigh any use you have for us”

“I’m sorry if I have caused you any offence, Princess, it is never my intention to upset any of you”

But it was. It fucking was. Because he knew just how much pain that nickname brought to your heart. Princess. That’s what he had always referred to you as when you dated. In his eyes, you were a princess, his princess. You clench your jaw, trying to stop the tears that swelled in your eyes. Something Zemo picked up on and himself felt pained seeing your reaction.

“Don’t call her Princess. Her name is y/n” Sam says, glaring at Zemo.

“My apologies, it was my fault to refer to your girl like that”

Instantly both yours and Sam’s eyes widen at his words.

“We’re not, that’s not-” Sam starts to say, fumbling with his words

“We’re just friends” you but in, glaring at Zemo for you knew why he said that.

“Y-yeah” Sam replies, looking between you and Zemo as you stare at each other. Zemo tilts his head slightly, the edge of his lips twitching up.

“I see”

“Now perhaps you could stop taunting us, Zemo, and answer Sam’s original question about where the hell we are going”

If you had blinked you would have missed it but just for a split second, as his last name fell from your lips, you could see him flinch. These days everyone referred to him by his last name, never his first name. And although in the past you had always called him by his first name, you, like them, were using his last name. That hurt more than he thought it would.

“I’m afraid I can’t say just yet, but all will be relieved in due time’

You just groan, rolling your eyes and then choosing to stare out the window trying to forget all about the man that sat in front of you.

Hoping to alleviate the conversation Sam nods to the book Bucky took back from Zemo.

“I’ve seen that book, it’s Steve’s book for when he came out of the ice. I told him about trouble man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What did you think?”

“I like 40’s music so…” Bucky grumpily replies

“You didn’t like it!?” Sam exclaims leaning forward

“I liked it”

“It’s a masterpiece James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African American experience” Zemo buts in, speaking with his hands as he looks over to Bucky

Sams’s eyes face moves from looking at Bucky, to looking at Zemo then back to Bucky.

“He’s out of line, but he’s right. It’s great. Everybody likes Marvin Gaye”

Inside your head, you scoff at Zemo as he talked as if he was sophisticated with music, ‘like you didn’t listen to Nirvana all the time’ you thought. From that point you ignored what they were saying, sipping your drink as you stare out the window. Today had taken a complete turn from what you ever could have imagined it would have turned out to be. And little did you know it was about to get a whole lot messier.

“No fucking way. You can’t make me do that”

“You have to if you want to blend in for the mission” Zemo explains

“She can blend in, in many other ways, she doesn’t have to pretend to be your partner,” Sam says arguing for you

“They will be suspicious of her though and it could risk the whole mission but if she was my partner they wouldn’t be suspicious”

“He’s right y/n” Bucky adds, “I don’t want to be doing this either but if we want to find out where the super-soldier serum has come from we need to”

Zemo nods to Bucky in thanks and then looks to you, the corner of his lip twitching up in amusement that Bucky was backing him up and seeing your anger.

He was deliberately trying to antagonise you. Making you pretend to be his partner for the mission, was his way to get back at you for the pain you caused him when you broke things off. You didn’t think you could cope with having to pretend to be his partner for it, it would just bring up all the pain of what had been lost between you two, what you had to let go of. But they were right. You had to do it for the sake of the mission. If Bucky could pretend to the winter soldier again for the mission the least you could do was this.

“Are you seriously taking his side Bucky, if she doesn’t want to be that then-” Sam starts to argue but you cut him off.

“It’s okay Sam, Bucky’s right I need to do it”

Sam opens his mouth in surprise and then moves over to stand in front of you, placing his hand on your shoulder. “No you don’t y/n, don’t listen to them”

You place your hand over Sam’s hand on your shoulder, rubbing it slightly. “I’ll be okay with it Sam. It’s not like I’d be dating him”

Your eyes flicker to Zemo who had been glaring at Sam now turned his eyes to you, his lips almost twitching into a frown but he stops them.

“I won’t wear that dress though,” you say, your eyes looking down to the short dress Zemo held in his arms.

He opens his mouth to argue against that as well but you stop him, “No Zemo, I won’t be wearing that, that is final”

He bites back his words, smacking his lips together as he nods, “If that is what you wish”

You weren’t ashamed of your prosthetic leg. It was a reminder to you for all you had given to people. But you weren’t about to walk around Madripoor with it being showed off to everyone. And a part of you wasn’t ready for Zemo to see you with it, though you don’t know why.

You hadn’t been to Madripoor before but it didn’t surprise you that Zemo knew the place well. It looked like the shady place you would find him in. As soon as you stepped out of the car Zemo’s arm wrapped around your waist. It fitted like nothing had changed in the time between. Your face instantly turned to him to tell him to let go but he held his finger up to your lips to stop you, “For appearance y/n, you are after all, for this evening, my partner”

Begrudgingly you accept it and don’t try to move his arm away as you walk together. Sam walks up beside you and as you turn to look at him he rolls his eyes. You chuckle at Sam then felt Zemo’s grip on your waist tighten.

As you walk into the bar Zemo takes a seat on the stool. You glance around but all the other seats had been taken. Smirking Zemo pats his lap, “Hop on princess”

You grasp onto his shoulder, pinching it harshly to cause him some pain as you position yourself on his lap, but he just chuckles at your reaction, his hand instantly going to rest on your tigh which was thankfully covered by your trousers.

“Don’t call me princess” you whisper angrily to him

He leans forward, his lips by your ear as you feel his breath, “We have to make it realistic princess, plus I think that would be the sought of a nickname I would give you if we were dating”

He presses a lip to your cheek as he pulls back from you, chuckling as he sees how your cheeks heat up and the glare you grace him with.

“Hello gentlemen and lady,” the barman says finally coming over to you, “I wasn’t expecting the smiling tiger”

“His plans changed, we have a business to do, with Selby,” Zemo says, trying to take over all conversation so no one gave themselves away.

“And she does as well?” he asks, nodding to you

“Anywhere I go she goes with me” Zemo replies, chuckling as he looks at you with a smile on his lips

“Isn’t that right princess?”

You try your best to push back the anger you felt, instead, forcing a smile as you look back at Zemo, “Of course my love” you tell him then leans forward to place a quick peck on his lips.

As your lips lightly brush against his you could hear the slight hitch in his breath and as you lean your head on his chest you wonder if he could feel how fast your heart was beating in your chest.

It’s just for appearances, that’s all you tell yourself but even though it was brief you could still feel the warmth of his lips on yours, that comforting feeling that you hadn’t felt in so long and it was as if all the buried emotions you had come flooding back. Here you were sitting on his lap, kissing him as if nothing had changed and for a moment you wondered if that could be the case. Could you two go back to what time was like before?

But you couldn’t. Not only was it down to the fact that Zemo was a wanted criminal, but he had moved on from you. He fell in love with another, he married her. Any feelings he had for you were long gone and this was just him messing with you, and you didn’t want to let him know the feelings you still had for him after all this time.

The barman seems to accept your display though, choosing to focus on Sam instead as he makes him his ‘usual’ drink.

Zemo orders you and him a drink which you thankfully take from his hand, hoping to drown your feelings away with the alcohol.

A man comes up behind you and instantly Zemo lifted you off your lap, pushing you behind him as he stands up to face the man.

“Got word from on high, you’re not welcomed here,” he tells Zemo,

“Hm” Zemo replies, nodding as he takes the man’s words, “I have no business with the power broker, but if he insists he can either come talk to me...” he finishes, nodding over to Bucky

“Or bring Selby for a chat”

The man leaves as Bucky looks over to Zemo. As Zemo turns around once again his arm wraps around your waist.

“A power broker, really?”

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar”

“Do you know him?” you ask and Zemo looks down at you amused by your question, “Only by reputation”

“In Madripoor he is judge, jury and executioner”

Zemo’s eyes focus now on another man coming towards him. Turning back around to the bar he speaks to Bucky in Russian just as the man places his hand on Zemo’s shoulder. You all turn around to watch as Bucky grabs the man and starts to attack him. You’d seen violence before but it still made you wince knowing how Bucky didn’t want to do this.

After one particular nasty hit without thinking your hand grasps onto his hand, needing something to hold on to. As soon as you realised what you had done you swiftly try to pull your hand back but Zemo holds onto it tight, refusing to let it go. You could feel his gaze turn to you but you choose to ignore his cocky face and instead focus on Bucky.

You stand out of the way as Bucky slams the man onto the table and Zemo leans forward to let Bucky know not to take it too far. That was your ticket though as then you were being shown the way to see Selby.

The meeting itself wasn’t too bad. Zemo held onto your hand as he pulled you over to sit with him. He talked to Selby while you just sat on his lap. Selby didn’t pay any attention to you, which you were thankful for. Things were going smoothly until Sam’s phone ringed.

That’s how you found yourself running along with Bucky, Sam and Zemo avoiding gunfire. As you ran you heard one gunfire and felt your prosthetic leg move slightly as the bullet went straight through it.

Zemo must have seen what happened as well, but not knowing you had a prosthetic leg, he wrapped his arms suddenly around your legs, picking you up bridal style. He ran off to the side, leaving Bucky and Sam behind as he hid you down an alleyway.

“Zemo let go of me!” you hissed, hitting him in the chest as he stopped running. He instead places you on the ground, growling at you not to move as he starts to check all his pockets in his coats. Instead, you do move, getting up off the floor and he looks at you angrily. “I said don’t move! You’ll injure yourself more”

You lean down and jank up slightly the trouser leg, showing the fake metallic leg underneath.

“I’m fine Zemo! It’s fake. Now we need to go and find Sam and Bucky”

But Zemo was frozen, staring down at your leg in shock. Because at that moment was the realisation for him. All this time he had been teasing you, testing the waters of how far he could push you to admit to the past. Messing around with you as if you were two lovesick teenagers again. But you had both changed, and he was refusing to realise that until now. Because he didn’t want to acknowledge the fact you were no longer the woman he once knew. The one person he knew better than himself and he had still half-believed that was the case until now. You had a fake leg, lost in what he assumed was the army which you and Sam had been in. He didn’t know because the truth was you were almost a stranger to him now, and he hated that. He just wanted things to be the way they once were. That’s what he desperately craved but it couldn’t be.

“Okay,” he simply says and nods, finally pulling his gaze away from your leg and up to you. Following your lead, he chases after you to find out where Sam and Bucky had gone.

Sam paced around the main room of Sharon’s house. His mind was occupied with so many thoughts it was hard to concentrate but there was one that stuck out like a splinter in a thumb. What the hell was going on between you and Zemo? He wasn’t stupid he could pick up on something, the looks two you gave each other, the tension in the air, the way you reacted when you first saw him. Sam considered himself your best friend, though you two hadn’t seen each other in ages. So it bugged him how this was obviously something big to you, and he didn’t know what it was.

Zemo sat at the table by the side, quietly drinking some whiskey. Both you and Bucky had decided to retire for the night while Sam decided to stay up just so he could find out the truth.

“You look like you are trying to burn a hole through my head by the way you are staring at me Sam” Zemo says, finally looking up from his glass to Sam who was glaring at him.

“Is something the matter?” he asks

“You and y/n. What’s up with that”

Zemo chuckles, looking back down into his glass, “Ah that”

“I’m her best friend, I know everything about her, apart from this apparently”

Zemo’s eyes snapped back to Sam but this time there was no amusement in them, instead a angry glaze as he frowned, “Best friend?” he repeats, standing up and walking over to Sam. “You hardly know her at all”

Sam scoffs as he raises an eyebrow at Zemo attempting to get into his face. “And you do?”

“Yes” Zemo instantly replies, “I know she was born in Novia Grand, Sokovia. Just like me. I know which schools she attended, the same as mine, I know what her favourite meals are, we had them whenever she came round to my house. I know her favourite band, I took her to their first concert. I know everything little thing about her Sam, and you know nothing”

Sam’s eyes widen at Zemo’s confession, realisation dawning on him. “You were childhood friends”

“More than friends Sam, we were lovers. We were the first people we dated, we were each other first kiss, we were each other first time” Zemo claims as if bragging to Sam

“Yet you didn’t know she was in the Army, you didn’t know she had a prosthetic leg did you?” Sam asks and when he sees the slight fall in Zemo’s face he smiles, “You used to know her Zemo, but obviously, you don’t know the person I know now”

With a pair of tweezers lent to you from Sharon, you pull your trouser leg up and search around in your prosthetic leg attempting to find the bullet lodged inside and pull it out. You could see the bullet but you couldn’t quite get the right angle to pull it out making you groan in annoyance.

You were about to throw the tweezers across the room in anger when you heard a knock against the door. You were currently sitting in one of Sharon’s guest rooms as lot were staying at Sharon’s place for the night to rest up then go and find the scientist tomorrow morning.

“Y/n?” you hear his voice call out from the other side

You sigh rolling your eyes, “What do you want” you snap

“May I come in? We need to talk”

“I don’t want to talk”

You hear the click of the door and Zemo pushes it open to stare at you in a slight annoyance. His eyes then move down to the tweezers in your hand and your leg. He takes a few steps towards you, his hand out as he closes the door.

“Let me”

You hesitate for a moment but finally, give in and hand him the tweezers. He pulls out a seat beside you and gently puts the tweezers through the hole in your leg.

“How did it happen?” he asks as he concentrates on your leg while at the same time trying to create polite conversation.

“Like most injuries out there. One of the soldiers was on the floor, shot a round of bullets into my leg. The doctor there couldn’t save my leg so I had to get it amputated”

He nods, finally grasping the bullet with the tweezers and started to pull it out. “Serving in the army, it’s admirable. Something very like you. I was in the Sokovian armed forces. EKO scorpion”

You nod as you watch him pull the bullet out and place it to the side. “I remember reading about it in the news”

His eyes, flickering to you, glimmer with amusement. “So you kept track of me?”

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he caught you out. You glance away from his intense stare instead to the table. “Did you really expect that I didn’t? You once were my best friend Zemo. It’s hard to let that go. I saw you got married, had a child. I’m sorry about what happened to them”

It was Zemo’s turn to look away now, feeling the pain in his heart ignite as he thinks back to his previous family. “My son, he was born on your birthday”

“I’m surprised you remember my birthday”

He smiles slightly, finally turning his eyes back to yours, “Of course I do. Every year I’d drink a toast to you. You said that I was your best friend and hard to let go of that. Well, it’s the same both ways y/n. I couldn’t just forget about your existence.”

“I had to leave” you whisper

“I know. I know why you left, and I know why you broke up with me in the first place”

Your eyes flash to his in surprise and widen seeing how they were swarmed with tears. “Because of my family, they never would of let us marry because of your status. Y/n I would have left all of that behind for you, without a second thought”

Shaking your head you reply, “I couldn’t have asked that of you Zemo”

“And that’s one of the reasons why you are so perfect. You always put me before you, now this time I am asking you to finally let yourself choose. If you want me to leave say and I will leave. But if you don’t say I will stay with you, and I won’t let you leave again”

“We’re not who we once were, Helmut” you mutter, finally letting yourself use his first name and with that, he already knew your choice. His hand goes up to cradle the side of your face gently, moving it nearer to him.

“Then let’s discover each other, all over again”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he pushed his lips on you, fitting perfectly against yours as if they were made for you. He poised there, hoping he wasn’t being too forward but his lips smirked as you started to move your lips on him, crashing them on top of his for action, which he kindly gave.

His tongue poked your bottom lip, begging for entrance. One which you allow as you wrap your fingers behind his neck, getting tangled in his hair.

You could hardly believe this is where you were, once again with Zemo, his lips upon yours, desire between your legs. In the last twenty years, you had often dreamt of reuniting with Zemo, experiencing this moment again but you never thought it would happen. But here you were.

His hands travelled down your back, swooping under your butt as you wrapped your leg around his waist. Swiftly he lifts you off the chair and walks you over to the bed, placing you down on it and crawling on top of you.

His lips trail down your cheek, across your jawline and down onto your neck, sucking on that delicate pulse spot. A moan escapes from your lips and he pulls back chuckling. “For so long now I’ve longed to hear you moan for me Princess”

You just groan, your hand pushing his face back into your neck making him laugh but he quickly goes back to making a hickey on it. His fingers trail down to your shirt, slowly lifting it and once again he pulls away to be able to lift the shirt off you.

He holds back for a moment to admire your beauty. His hands move behind your back and swiftly undoes the clasps on your bra, tugging it off. He groans seeing you for all your glory and buries his head in your boobs. ‘Oh how I have missed these’

While his mouth latches onto your breasts, smothering them in kisses as his hands go to undo the buttons on your trousers. He starts to tug them down, with no sense of being gentle but rather a primal urge taking over him. He manages to tug them off you and then his lips move down even further. He trails his tongue from your breasts down your belly, leaving a trail of saliva. As he reaches your underwear, his teeth latch onto it. With a slight groan from his lips, he then pulls them off, sliding them down your legs and flicking them off to the floor along with your other discarded clothes.

He sighs in contentment as he buries his face into the side of your thigh as his fingers trail your prosthetic leg. Leaning forward he places a kiss on it, then trails upwards, littering it in soft kisses. The only softness you’ll be experiencing tonight.

As you feel him get nearer your core you let out a shudder in anticipation, as you shudder you feel his lips suddenly press against your core. He instantly latches into your clit, his tongue dancing on it, twisting it in circular motions. Your hands instantly grasp his hair, holding him close to your core, not letting him go. Not that he ever want to. Sandwiched between your legs is where he belonged.

“If I remember correctly, you always liked this part”

You let out a shocked gasp as suddenly a finger presses against your entrance and then slips inside of you, with ease from how wet you have become. He slides the finger all the way into the end, letting a moan rip out of your throat.

“It seems I do remember correctly”

“Instead of commentating everything why don’t you put that mouth to good use” you groan, pushing his face back into your crotch. His tongue instantly went back to your clit as he started to thrust his finger in and out of you, making sure it brushes against your walls. As you start to let more little moans he thrusts another finger inside, opening slightly to stretch you out.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening as he worked his tongue on your clit and his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace. Then his fingers hit just at that right spot and your walls fluttered around him. You hardly got enough time to choke out a warning before you were gushing all over his fingers. When your climax started to edge away he pulled his face back from your clit, removing his fingers and while holding your eye contact he stuck his tongue out, lapping up your juices on his fingers.

He moans slightly as he licks it up, his eyes fluttering half close, ‘Mine Gott, I forgot just how good you tasted’

“Well let’s see if you are as good with that dick as you were in the past” you tease, pulling his face towards your to encompass in another kiss. As your hands hold his face to yours his fingers feel up the side of your waist, ghosting over your skin creating goosebumps.

You could sense when his fingers started to trail to his trousers though and you pull away from his lips making him whine.

“Strip for me”

He tilts his head smirking as he looks up into your playful eyes. “As you wish my princess,” he says as he climbs off you, standing at the end of the bed. Slowly he tugs off his large coat off, laying it on the side of the bed. Next, he works on his turtleneck, slowly tugging it up to his chest, then over his head. Soon it joins the steady growing pile of discarded clothes. Next, he quickly tugged down his trousers and boxers, his patience starting to wear thin.

As he pulled them down exposing his dick you hummed in approval. “Now isn’t that a sight for sore eyes”

“And you were complaining at me for talking” Zemo murmurs, stepping forward to crawl back onto you but your hold your hand up to stop him. “Put the coat back on”

“I see in our time apart you’ve become more demanding,” he says as he picks up the coat and slides it back onto his naked body. As he finally gets to crawl back on top of you, you grasp the fur collar and pull him closer to your face.

You run your fingers through his hair, making it even messier than it was before. Parts of it fell onto his forehead. His hands move down to hold his dick by your entrance, rubbing it against your folds. For a moment he hesitates, moving his head to rest against your forehead in anticipation.

“You’re still as beautiful as when I last saw you”

With that, he pushes into you, rather quickly because of how desperate he was to feel you around him. As he bottoms out he groans, pushing his face into the crook of the neck as you grasp the back of his head gasping. He stays still for a minute, treasuring the feeling of your walls clasping onto him. Then slowly he pulls mostly out of you, till just his head hung in your, and then thrust back into you.

He started to pick up speed, hearing the increase of your moans against his ear. His grunts and moans start to intertwine with yours as you both chase your pleasure.

“Gott, you are so perfect my princess. You feel so good around me” he’d groan into your ear as his hips thrust repeatedly into your, the sounds echoing on the walls of the room. His fingers sneak down your belly to your core, rubbing against your clit. Instantly your back was arched and your fingers grasped onto the coat.

“God Helmut, I don’t remember you being this good” you moan and with your words he speeds up, pumping inside of you. His head kept brushing up inside that perfect spot inside and with his fingers twisting on your clit you could feel your climax steadily approaching.

“H-Helmut, I’m going to, soon I’m-” you tried to get out between moans but there was no need to as Zemo could feel how close you were for the way your walls clung around him tightly.

“Come for me Princess, let me feel you. I need to feel you again my love, after so long”

And his words were music to your ears as you feel the knot within you snap and your wetness gushing over his dick. Zemo bites down on your neck, trying to be gentle, as he feels your walls grasp you even tiger as he thrusts into you. Not long after he felt his own release coming and as you lay there panting he thrusts in time to his release until he squeezed out every last drop.

He hovers over you for a moment, panting, wanting to remain in your warmth for just a moment longer but eventually he pulls out and collapse beside you.

He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side, burying his face in your hair.

“Thank you Helmut” you whisper

“No my princess, thank you for forgiving me for everything I’ve ever done to you. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I don’t deserve your love but I desperately need it. I won’t lose you again my darling”

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lustfulholland · 5 years

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Trust Me (12/13)

Bucky Barnes x avenger!rogers!Reader

warnings: language (I think), idk what else tbh

summary: in which she helps him out

A/N: I wrote again !! + I’m defo gonna make a totally seperate tumblr for my other fandoms (not sideblogs) but I’ll have both as active as possible :)

“The Task Force called for a psychiatrist as soon as Barnes was captured. The UN dispatched Dr. Theo Broussard from Geneva within the hour. He was met by this man,” Friday informs. Y/N cringes the moment the face was on screen.

“Did you run facial recognition yet?” Tony asks.

“What do I look like?” Friday sasses. Y/N furrows her brows as the conversation continues.

Tony replies, “Uh, I don't know. I've been picturing a red head.”

“You must be thinking of someone else,” Friday says.

“Must be,” Tony says.

“That was so weird,” Y/N says. Tony laughs a little at her comment.

“The fake doctor is actually Colonel Helmut Zemo, Sokovian Intelligence. Zemo ran Echo Skorpion, a Sokovian covert kill squad,” Friday explains.

“So, what happened to the real Broussard?” Tony asks.

Friday answers quickly, “He was found dead in a Berlin hotel room. Where police also found a wig and facial prosthesis approximating the appearance of one James Buchanan Barnes.”

“Son of a bitch. Get this to Ross,” Tony says.

“Yes, Boss,” Friday says. Tony looks over at Y/N to see the girl toying with a gun.

“What are you doing?” Tony asks.

Y/N looks up, “Trying to decide if I want to blow out his brains immediately or watch him suffer first.”

“This is the Raft Prison Control. You're clear for landing, Mr. Stark.”

The Raft Prison rises up from beneath the rough waves — huge, fortified, circular structure with small lights around the sides. Two doors open at the top and the chopper lands on a helipad — the doors shutting above. Tony steps up to Secretary Ross.

“So? You got the files? Let's reroute the satellites, start facial scanning for this Zemo guy,” Tony says.

Ross shakes his head, “You seriously think I'm gonna listen to you after that fiasco in Leipzig? You're lucky you're not in one of these cells. Grab her.”

Two men grab Y/N’s arms and she struggles against him. Tony looks at Ross with anger and shock filling his expression. Ross leads Tony through a metal security door as guards standby. Tony’s eyes wander to the surveillance screen — Wanda sitting in a cell, arms contained in a straitjacket. His eyes wander to the screen right next to Wanda’s. Y/N being thrown into a cell harshly.

“You didn’t tell me Y/N was also a weapon,” Ross says, “Besides the strength of course.”

“She’s a kid,” Tony says — using the argument Steve used against him.

“Actually Y/N’s about a century old,” Ross says. Tony watches as another security door opens. Tony walks through and takes in his surroundings — cells containing the team he fought. Clapping fills the deafening silence and Tony spots Clint.

“The Futurist, gentlemen! The Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether your like it or not,” Clint says sarcastically.

“Give me a break, Barton. I had no idea they’d put you here. Come on,” Tony says.

Clint spits on the ground, “Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony.”

“Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey. You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for—”

“Criminals?” Clint stands, “Criminals, Tony. Think that's the word you're looking for. Right? That didn't used to mean me or Sam, or Wanda. Especially not Y/N — could hear her screams from over here. But here we are.”

“Because you broke the law,” Tony says.

Clint nods, “Yeah.”

Tony continues, “I didn't make you.”

Clint sings, “La, la, la, la, la…”

“You read it, you broke it,” Tony says.

Clint repeats the tune, “La, la, la, la la…”

“Alright, you're all grown up, you got a wife and kids. I don't understand, why didn't you think about them before you chose the wrong side?” Tony asks, walking away.

“You gotta watch your back with this guy. There's a chance he's gonna break it,” Clint slams his hands against the bars.

Scott joins, “Hank Pym always said, you never can trust a Stark.”

Tony quirks his head, “Who are you?”

Scott sighs, “Come on, man.”

“How's Rhodes?” Sam asks, back facing Tony.

“They're flying him to Columbia Medical tomorrow. So fingers crossed,” Tony says. Sam shakes his head and Tony adds, “What do you need? They feed you yet?”

Sam raises his brows, “You're the good cop now?”

Tony shakes his head, “I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve went.”

“Well, you better go get a bad cop, because you're gonna have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass to get information out of me,” Sam says.

Tony presses a few things on his watch, “Oh, I just knocked the 'A' out of their 'AV'. We got about 30 seconds before they realise it's not their equipment.” Sam looks around and Tony continues to fiddle with the tech, “Just look. Because that is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes. Clearly, I made a mistake. Sam, I was wrong.”

Sam keeps his guard up, “That's a first.”

“Cap is definitely off the reservation but he's about to need all the help he can get. We don't know each other very well. You don't have to—” Tony starts.

Sam interrupts, “Hey, it's alright.” Sam looks uneasy as Tony leans in closer. Sam sighs, “Look, I'll tell you, but you have to go alone — or with Y/N if she gets out — and as a friend.”

Tony nods, “Easy.”

“Stark? Did he give you anything on Rogers?” Ross asks.

Tony pulls himself into the chopper, “Nope. Told me to go to hell. I'm going back to the compound instead, but you can call me anytime. I'll put you on hold, I like to watch the line blink.”

The door closes and lifts into the air. Tony rests his head back and lets out a sigh. The click of a gun’s safety turning off fills Tony’s ears. He turns to the empty seat and Y/N’s body appears.

“Cool tech,” Y/N says, “Really comes in handy that you could mask my entire body and that hologram that you can touch? Genius.”

Tony’s jaw dropped and he let a laugh escape, “Holy shit. I thought I was going to have to tell your brother and boyfriend that I got you arrested.”

“I’m smarter than that,” Y/N says. She shoots clicks the safety on and sticks it into one of her many holsters, the only empty one. She leans over to help Tony take the sling off, “And, just for the record, Bucky’s my fiancé.”

Tony clicks the button with a smile and the suit forms on his body. He pulls Y/N onto his lap and falls through the open hatch — his arm hugging her tight so she wouldn’t fall.

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satansluthouse · 5 years

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You were my mission (Pt 2) Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hey! Heres part two to the story. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I’m very proud of this part and I can’t wait to write the next part!!

Read Part 1 Here

Word Count: 4351

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (over 18 ofc)

Warnings: Language, there’s probably more but I’m blanking right now so put them in the tags if you find anything possibly triggering!

You awoke to the sound of a cryptically loud alarm going off throughout the compound. A simultaneous groan could be heard from every room that had someone in it. Tony had wired it so that the alarm wouldn’t shut off in your room unless you specifically asked FRIDAY to do so. Laying, pushing the soft pillow beneath your head against your ears to try and muffle the sound you let out a groan.

“Friday, will you please turn the alarm off?” You yelled into the air.

“Sure thing Ms. Y/L/N.” Friday chirped in her usual tone.

“Thank you.”

“No problem!”

You had never gotten entirely used to the idea of talking and giving commands to an AI seemingly living in the walls, but you had to admit that is was helpful. Kind of like an Alexa but smarter.

Wanting to lay in your bed for just a few more minutes despite having a mission to prepare for, you opened your eyes when you heard your door swing open and in walked Natasha. She sat next to you on the bed, her red hair a mess and began to shake you lightly.

“Y/N come on you gotta get up.” She said, sleep evident in her voice.

“I don’t wanna.” You groaned.

“I know, me neither. Don’t really feel like getting kicked in the ribs but I have you to protect me.”

“Oh, so what am I now? Your human shield?” You say to her, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“No, more like badass protector because after all, you are more qualified than me somehow? I think there was a glitch when your file was being printed.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me but I just don’t see how that’s possible? You’ve been doing this a lot longer than I have and trained longer than I was for that matter. Just seems janky if you ask me.” You said, sitting up completely and scooting next to Natasha, resting your head on her shoulder.

Laughing, Natasha agreed. “Yeah, super freakin janky...anyways, babe, we gotta get ready and head out to the jet so get your ass up and don’t take forever? I want you to braid my hair.”

“Okay, okay I’m getting up but no promises that I’ll be the first one out, you know I have to take my morning walk on the beach, darling.” You responded sarcastically, putting extra stress on the pet name earning an eye roll from her.

“God you will be the death of me Y/N, now get dressed! And brush your teeth.” She said before walking out of your room and shutting the door behind her.

You and Natasha have been the topic of many discussions due to your use of pet names when speaking to each other. Sam was convinced for a solid month that you two were a couple only to be let down hard after he pulled you aside and announced that he was very happy that you were being yourselves. Apparently, the other guys had a bet on how long he would believe you two were in an actual relationship and Steve won.

Standing up, you walked over to your bathroom and stripped your self of your clothing before stepping into the shower and turning it on, the water cold for a few seconds before it warmed up to a reasonable temperature. You didn’t spend much time in the shower before getting out, drying off, brushing your teeth as Natasha said, and finding your uniform. It was simple, black, with gold here and there, and kind of tight but it wasn’t anything that bothered you. You put it on, finding your belt that holds your weapons, thigh holster, and putting on your boots, lacing them up tightly. You walked out of your room, shutting the door you began to walk down the dimly lit hallway. You weren’t necessarily prepared for this mission mentally. You were exhausted, constantly carrying around the weight of guilt and keeping on a happy face so no one would worry about you. You knew you were here for good, to redeem yourself even but you could never seem to forgive yourself for the damage you caused in the past.

Lost in your thoughts you walk slowly tracing your finger against the wall, feeling all of its bumps and ridges. You barely noticed when Bucky walked out of his room but you soon stopped in your tracks as you watched him. He had his back turned to lock his door with a key he had and to be honest, you didn’t know just why he was so keen on keeping his door locked but that just made you even more interested in him and his motives for his actions. Sticking the key in his pocket, he turned around and immediately locked eyes with you. He smiled at you causing your stomach to do backflips and your heart to nearly stop. He was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen, from his soft brown hair, to the way his eyes sparkled no matter what, to his scars, his metal arm that he tried so hard to keep hidden. You thought it was all beautiful. You noticed all of this when he was nothing but a mere mission but you pushed all of those thoughts aside for the longest time. Of course, it would take a conversation about gardening to make all of those feelings and thoughts about him come back and suddenly you didn’t know how to act around him let alone think.

“Mornin’ Doll.” Bucky said, his voice and use of Doll making you blush.

“Goodmorning Bucky! How’d you sleep?”

“I didn’t really, but how about you? How’d you sleep?” He asked as the two of you began walking down the hallway, footsteps in sync.

“I slept okay, I wish I could have slept longer but duty calls.” You replied, “So why didn’t you sleep?”

“Um, Nightmares mostly... but you wouldn’t believe just how interesting that book was last night.”

“Oh trust me I know, it is one of my finest reads.” You exclaim to him, both of you laughing. “But the nightmares, do you have them every night?” You ask him, looking into his eyes.

“Pretty much, yes. I can’t remember the last time I slept without having one actually.” He says, his voice growing quieter and the line you often saw appearing between his eyebrows when he had a troubling thought.

“I finally stopped having so many. I barely slept for years but now that I’ve stopped having so many, I would sleep forever if I could.”

“You have nightmares?”

“Yeah, well, used to. They come and go occasionally but I started doing this really intense therapy program Tony invented crossed with just seeing a regular therapist and picking up new hobbies and they started to just kind of fade away.” You paused,

“I could see if you can do the program Tony made? I know you guys aren’t on amazing terms but I’m sure I could talk him into it, both he and I know too well how bad things can get in your head.”

Bucky looked at you and smiled that damned smile again.

“Yeah that’d be great, thank you Y/N.” He said as you entered the main living area through the kitchen where all of the others were already settled eating something.

“It’s no problem!” You chirped before joining Natasha and Wanda at the table where food was laid out. You picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite.

“Glad to see you’re not dead!” Natasha said sarcastically. You playfully nudged her shoulder before responding.

“Yes, clearly I’m alive and thriving.” You say, gesturing to your eyebags.

“Are you two ready for the mission?” Wanda asked giggling.

“Not as much as I’d like but you know I’ll kick ass nevertheless.” You said smiling.

“We’ll kick ass.” Natasha corrects with a nod of her head.

“Ah yes, the inseparable duo that is you and me.” You state, throwing your arms around her. Natasha places her hands on top of yours squeezing them as Tony enters the room asking for everyone’s attention.

“So today is mission day as you all know and I would like to go over one last time the general layout of where you will all be and what we’re up against.” Tony announced, bringing up the map of the general area that you saw last night. “The main threats are these people who call themselves ‘The Masters Of Evil’, pretty cliche if you ask me, anyway, there’s Justine Hammer who refers to herself as Crimson Cowl, Tanya Sealy, Cap you know her she calls herself Black Mamba, then there’s Zemo another friendly face I’m sure with a few HYDRA agents to back him up, and some man that calls himself ‘Machinesmith’ which seem’s like a total rip of of Iron Man by the way. Y/N and Bruce got the main information about them and what they’re about, some of you, of course, have already gone toe to toe with them though. Y/N , Bruce...wherever he is, go over things again, will you? Just as a refresher course before we kick some ass.”

You stood up and walked over to where Tony had previously been standing, Bruce nowhere to be seen. You pulled up each portfolio you had made on the enemies as you’re still tasked to do the homework on the people you fight, except this time you don’t feel as guilty. Pulling up Justine’s portfolio, you begin to speak.

“So this is Justine Hammer, who most commonly refers to herself as Crimson Cowl and is the assumed leader of the Masters Of Evil. Her motives for consistently attempting to attack Mr.Stark these past few months seem to be that Tony mentioned that her father, frozen and floating around in space would quote-unquote ‘live forever’, she wasn’t happy needless to say. We also have reason to suspect that she is targeting Tony due to the fact that he openly works and operates with Natasha, Clint, and James, enemies since Budapest. Justine’s strengths and abilities include flight, teleportation, and shapeshifting available due to her cloak. She’s highly trained in unarmed combat, she’s a supposed master negotiator and sadistically shrewd business-woman. So the game plan is to take the cloak if you can. Go to whatever lengths you can to get it off of her to get her vulnerable.” You say and turn to Clint, Signing to him asking him if he got all of the information.

“Yeah, I have my hearing aids in.” He responded, turning his head and showing his ear.

“Okay, I was just making sure. Does anybody need me to go over anything else regarding Justine or can we move on?” You ask, eyes scanning the room.

“So once her cloak comes off, she’s done for?” Sam asked.

“Pretty much, as long as you know for sure you can take her.” You responded. “Okay anyone else?” You waited and nothing.

“Okay moving onto Tanya Sealy, also known as Black Mamba, I couldn’t find much on her but I did find out that she has limited telepathic abilities due to a cranial implant given to her by Roxxon Energy Corp. The full extent of her powers is unknown so whoever takes her on will be walking in blind so watch out for her. Cap, I know you’ve been affiliated with her before do you have any information regarding her powers? I meant to ask last night.”

“No, I never took her on one on one but she’s up there so we definitely need to keep an eye on her.” Steve responded.

“Okay great.”

You slide through her portfolio and onto Zemos. “Now we all know who Zemo is and what he’s capable of, correct?” I asked, a murmur of agreement soon following. Your eyes travel over to where Bucky is sat, a stern look on his face as you can see his fists clench.

“He will most likely have HYDRA agents with him as Tony said so if needed I’m going to need immediate backup on Barnes in case they’re after him by any means necessary. We don’t win this fight unless we all win together. Now for our last guy, we have Machinesmith. Machinesmith like Justine, can shapeshift so stay close and stay personal with whoever you’re with before anything gets out of hand. I would recommend a code word or a signal that only you and that person know so if there is no response on anyone’s end, you’ll know it’s Justine or Machinesmith. And that’s all I have. Does anyone have any questions?” Silence again.

“Okay great, if anyone needs any of this information, I have it uploading and sending it to each of your communicators so study it if need be.” You finish before walking back over to the table where Natasha and Wanda sat while Tony took back over. This was going to be a long day.

The refresher course had finished and everyone seemed slightly more prepared than before. This was a mission where you truly didn’t know what was in store as the whole group is made up of mortals in suits with guns or super soldiers. It was time to load onto the Quinjets, Tony, Bruce, Clint, Rhodey, and Vision loading up into one and You, Wanda, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, and Steve loading into the other, Natasha taking the pilot seat.

The mission was in Lagos where Justine and her group were confirmed to be hiding out by Maria Hill so that’s where you were headed.

“Hey, do you still want me to braid your hair, Nat?” You asked standing beside the woman flying the jet.

“Yes please.” She said sweetly, smiling up at you. You stood behind her and began to mess with her hair, combing through the tangles of her soft hair with your fingers before carefully putting it into a neat french braid. When you were finished you tied it off with an elastic you had on your wrist and patted the top of her head.

“All done!”

“Thank you hon! You’re the sweetest.” She said, feeling her hair.

“It’s no problem.” You responded before walking and taking an empty seat next to Bucky.

“You okay?” You ask him, your shoulder brushing against his metal one.

“Of course doll.” He says, his brows knit together.

“I know things are going to be hard with HYDRA and everything but if you need to talk about it you can talk to me.”

“I just-” He started, “I’m afraid what Shuri did didn’t work and that all of that stuff is still in my head and what if they try and use the words against me? I don’t want to hurt any of you and I can’t control what those words do to me.”

You looked at him, tears evident in his eyes, you slipped your hand into his metal one, lacing your fingers with his. He looked at you just as a tear slipped out of one of his eyes which were home to so much fear but comfort in an odd way.

“I won’t let them get to you.” You said, wiping the tear rolling down his cheek with your free hand. “I promise.” Smiling at him, his blue eyes soften and he closes them as your hand lay still cupping his face. For all he knew, this was just some friendly gesture but to you, this was expressing your feelings for him in one of the only ways you knew how without directly speaking them into existence.

“You know, people are usually scared of my arm.” He said, a light laugh escaping his lips.

“Really? I think it’s really cool! I love it.” You told him, smiling up at him before examining his arm some more. His eyes stayed on you as you felt up and down on all of the grooves of his arm. He had never met anyone that was so interested in what most people were scared of. It was his weapon. It was the first-way HYDRA had left a definitive mark on him. Although the arm configured by HYDRA was long gone, he still couldn’t help but feel like a monster when he had his on.

“So can you feel things with it? Is that even possible?”

“Not necessarily. I can’t touch something and feel it but phantom pains pop up from time to time.”

“Phantom pains?” You questioned.

“Pain in my arm even though my arm isn’t there anymore. It’s weird and there’s no way to prevent them because it’s all a mental thing.” He explained.

“That’s so weird...I can’t even begin to think about what it would be like losing one of my limbs but can you imagine? We’d be like bionic badass’s on the battlefield and in real life.” You had never heard Bucky truly laugh until that moment. Every other time always did make your heart flutter but this time you could tell it was true, you could tell it was genuine, and it wasn’t soft. It was a pure laugh from James Buchanan Barnes. You smiled and laughed with him.

“I must say doll, you would look great with a bionic leg.”

“Oh really? Which leg? I was thinking my right one would be a nice look.” You told him, sticking out your right leg to examine it. Bucky squeezed your hand tighter, making you blush.

“That’s what I was thinking.” He said.

“Great minds think alike, Sargent Barnes.” You exclaim to him.

“If you two lovebirds could stop flirting in public space, that would be great!” Natasha called out from the front of the jet, causing you and Bucky to blush like crazy.

“Nat, how about you pay attention to the sky instead of our conversations you creep.”

“Well, that’s no fun.”

“Well, that’s too bad. Now be quiet!” You tell her before she playfully flips you the bird making you roll your eyes. You turn back to Bucky and smile.

“You know how I said something about code words? In the case of shapeshifting?” You asked him, receiving a head nod in return. “Okay, so what if our code word was Bionic leg? It could even work for the whole team.” Bucky chuckled and began to respond.

“Yeah that would work.”

“Yay!” You said, “So bionic leg it is. Hey Nat? Wanda? Steve?”

“Yeah, babe what's up?” You heard Nat say,

“Yeah?” Wanda, Sam, and Steve said in unison.

“For the code word we’re gonna use ‘Bionic Leg’ is that okay?” You asked them, agreement coursing through the jet.

“Shouldn’t we have a response of some sort? You know, for confirmation?” Wanda asked.

“Oh yeah! How about ‘It feels fine, thank you very much.’ “ You said, looking around for confirmation, hearing Nat snort and mock you.

“Natasha, shut up! This is for our safety, now let the other guys know please.” You told her.

“Aye Aye Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes once again and tilted your head, resting it on Bucky’s shoulder. You were exhausted and had no idea how much longer you’d be stuck in the air so resisting the urge to close your eyes was useless. You had been hoping for so long to become closer with Bucky and you feel like it’s finally happening, but it was all happening so fast. Your feelings were out of your control and quite frankly, there was no where else in the world you’d rather be than right there next to him. You quickly dozed off into a deep sleep for the first time in what felt like a million years, the amount of comfort you felt was unreal. Bucky looked at you as you were passed out and couldn’t help but smile. He looked up and he met eyes with Steve.

“I can’t believe you still haven’t told her.” Steve said in a hushed tone.

“Well, I’ve never exactly gotten the chance.” Bucky exchanged back in a whisper, careful not to wake you up.

“How about last night when you were up sharing gardening secrets with each other?” Natasha retorted, earning a snort from Wanda.

“Gardening Secrets? Really dude?” Sam responded, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Shut up.” Bucky replied to Sam.

“Either need to tell her or else I’m gonna make a move on her, I’m sure she’d love the excellency that is the Falcon.”

“Ha! You wish. You literally thought she was a lesbian a few months ago or did we all collectively agree to forget that?” Wanda added to the conversation.

“Well it is my motto to never pass up the opportunity for a hot date-” Sam began to speak before Steve cut him off,

“She has called you Big Bird on multiple occasions, Sam.”

“And lucky for her, pet names are my thing.”

Bucky glared at him. “I’m going to talk to her! I just need time. And plus there’s no definitive chance she’ll feel the same way.”

“There’s no way in hell that girl who has her head on your shoulder, sleeping while holding your hand might I add, does not feel the same way!” Natasha insisted from the front of the jet.

Bucky sighed and looked at you. Ever since you showed up in his life, you’re all he could think about. He didn’t want to infatuate with your recovery or life by attempting to pursue a relationship with you, but deep down that’s all he wanted. He would always try and find ways to talk to you without stumbling over his words, his brain suddenly going blank every time he tried to speak with you, half of each interaction ending with him calling you ‘Doll’. He was taken aback by the sheer amount of conversation you two had partaken in over the past 24-hours and his head was a mess. Everytime you looked at him, he felt things he had never felt before. Sure, in the 40’s, he would go on countless dates with countless girls, but now he can’t remember any of their faces and when he tries, he only sees you.

“Can we have this conversation at a different time and place?” Bucky insinuated.

“You have three days Barnes.” Sam declared, “Three days to tell her and if you don’t? That’s where I come in.”

“Whatever, big bird.” Bucky sneered, Sam glaring at him.

Rolling her eyes at the conversation, Natsha spoke up. “Hey you guys we’re here to fight bad guys, not eachother so shut up maybe?”

About an hour or so had passed and you were still asleep, except you had moved from leaning your head on Bucky’s shoulder, to laying your head in his lap. His fingers mindlessly played with your hair, Bucky lost in his thoughts. Your eyes slowly peeled open and the sight above you made you smile. Bucky had his eyes closed, his head leaning back onto the wall of the jet. He was so beautiful and he didn’t even know it. You pushed yourself up into a sitting position and yawned.

“We’re almost there I think.” Bucky announced to you, a small smile on his face.

“Okay.” You sighed. “How long was I out?”

“A little over an hour give or take. How do you feel?” He questioned, his hands no longer occupied in your hair but resting on his lap.

You exhaled heavily through your nose. “I feel better than before, I could still sleep though.”

“Y/N? Are you awake?” Natasha asked, turning her head to look at you.

Standing up and stretching, you walk towards Natasha and stop yourself on her left side. “No, I’m just really good at sleepwalking. What’s up?”

“We’re about to land, can you and Wanda make sure the supplies are together?”

“Yeah of course!”

Smiling Natasha continued, “Thank you, dear! Boys can you come up here for a minute?

You walk to the back of the jet and join Wanda in going through the checklist of supplies which range from food and water, to changes of clothes if need be, to ammunition.

“So, you and Bucky hm?” Wanda teased in a hushed tone, nudging your arm with her own.

“What about me and Bucky?”

Going through, checking the ammunition Wanda went on. “You two seem to have gotten pretty close.”

“Really? We just started really talking last night.” You recounted, “Dunno why we had never really talked before but he’s so nice to talk to.” Looking back at him, you see him being stared down by Sam who had always seemed to have a problem with him claiming he ‘stole his steering wheel out of his car’. Although Nat and Steve corroborated that claim, you found it silly.

“Nat everything’s here!” Wanda called out.

Turning away from the conversation up front, she responded. “Thank you guys!”

Putting everything back in its place, you begin to load your belt up with weapons and ammunition, placing a large knife in your thigh holster. Sometimes you envied Wanda deeply as most of her battles were fought through her powers and not hand to hand combat. You would love to experience powers like hers for a day. The jet began to shake lightly as it neared the ground, the other Quinjet already visible on the ground below. You walk over to Bucky and he smiles upon looking at you.

“You ready doll?” He asks, securing his ammo in his belt.

Adjusting your thigh holster to assure it won’t fall off you respond giddily. “Ready as I’ll ever be. How about you Sargent?”

He shrugs. “Feel like I may have fought worse.” The jet hits the ground just as he finishes his sentence.

Chuckling, you nod your head in agreement and begin to answer but you were cut off by a voice in your earpiece.

“Uh guys are you there?” You all simultaneously hear Tony’s voice.

“Yes we’re here Tony, is everything all right?” Steve asked, his finger up to his ear.

“Yeah we kind of have a problem. Be ready when you step out, the fights already here.”

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Two sides of a coin | Zemo + Bucky

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Every coin has two sides, each different from the other. Zemo liked to think of you as such.

When he first met you, a stranger he had never crossed paths with before, you were so polite. Despite the warning you had clearly received, you were still full of manners and friendliness when you met him. It was only right he returned those manners to you.

However, it was very clear, with Bucky, who you had known quite some time, you had another personality with him.

The differences in personality was entertaining and he found great amusement in it when he thought about how different you were.

With Bucky you laugh loudly a lot more. Multiple times he has walked in and found the both of you laughing intensely. The kind of laugh that causes your head to go back and wheeze when you run begin to run out of air.

You also make a lot more mess. With Bucky you leave things laying about. You refuse to move your feet for him if you're taking up the couch. Zemo even saw you shiver a whole cupcake in your mouth when with Bucky. There was icing all over your face and fingers. Bucky just shook his head you, grinning at your antics.

With Zemo, you make the effort to keep your things tidy. You move he comes over, allowing him to sit. You offer to make him a drink when you get up. You're just so different.

Right now you were baking in the kitchen. You were mostly doing it just to pass some time, but Zemo wasn't complaining. He was sure whatever you were making would be wonderful.

Bucky was sat at the counter. He appeared to making the icing.

There was flour all over the counter and all over you. The bag of sugar had tipped up and the small grains were scattered across your working station.

Zemo was watching from across the room. He had just entered and you hadn't seemed to notice him. He had decided to keep quiet as he knew what would happen if you noticed him. The Baron wanted to see you as you are now, a chaotic mess trying to do something so simple.

"Are you nearly done with that?" You ask Bucky, turning around to face him.

Zemo could see your face a little better now. How did you manage to get flour in your hair?

"I think so. Are the cakes doing?" Bucky glances over to see your handy work.

A little tray was on display to him. The cakes themselves looked fine, ready for the oven, but the destruction you had left behind was phenomenal.

"Good. I'll put them in now. I better clean up before Zemo comes," you say, gathering the tools you had used.

"Need any help?"

"No, I got it. Thanks for the help with this though. I really like spending time like this with you." You chuckle softly.

Bucky scoops up some icing from the dish and rubbed it onto your nose.

"You're welcome, doll." He grins, leaving you to your own devices, ignoring the way you were cursing at him.

You grab a tissue and wipe at your nose.

Zemo chuckles to himself as he walks over, making himself known.

"Oh, Zemo! I promise, I'll clean everything!"

The Baron smiles.

"I don't mind. Are you having fun?"

"Yes. I'll replace everything I've used, I promise." You glance at the counter, ashamed of the mess you had made.

"Don't worry about that. My home is your home for as long as you're here. You may use anything you require."

You nod softly and start putting away everything. Zemo decides not to leave you to it yourself. He grabs a towel and begins to wipe up the mess you had left behind.

You put the tray into the oven and turn the timer on.

Bucky comes back, now looking cleaner than he had before. He wasn't immune to the flour explosion you had created earlier.

"So much for cleaning up before he came in," Bucky looks at the pair of you.

"Actually, I was over there for several minutes before I made myself known," Zemo says, pointing across the room.

"You saw? I'm a terrible guest, honestly." You brush your hands on the apron you had borrowed.

"Nonsense. You're a wonderful guest, but I must insist you be yourself. You really don't need to be so proper when I'm around." Zemo smiles at you.

"That doesn't feel right. We've only known each other a short time. It's only right to be polite to people I don't know."

"You know this is Zemo, right?" Bucky asks, looking at you.

"That doesn't matter. He's our host, the least we can do is respect his property."

Zemo smiles.

"I insist you be yourself. We may not be friends, like your are with James, but you have nothing to hide from me. I rather like the chaos you bring around your friends."

You blush softly.

"I feel like I'm interrupting something." Bucky looks between you both.

You shake your head and clean up the last of the mess, now with the help of the other two.

Once everything was pristine, and the cake were baking away, you all sat down. Zemo made tea. This felt nice for you, you felt a bit more comfortable with your host, but you were still worried about being so weird in front of him. Bucky had dealt with you plenty, so he was used to your antics.

"Where's Sam?" You ask, realising you hadn't seen him in hours.

"He went out. Couldn't put with you, left you with me to deal with. I'm not being paid for babysitting you." Bucky states, keeping a straight face.

You give him a little shove.

"Shut up. Seriously, where is he?"

"He went out for information, told me he could handle it."

"He is missing all the fun," Zemo says, chuckling softly.

"Just me and my boys at a tea party. Sam is going to be so jealous." You sip your tea.

"Zemo is one of tour boys now?" Bucky sounded almost jealous.

"Yeah, don't pout. It's official now," you grin.

You were being a lot more open with him now. Zemo felt extremely happy to see this more playful side of you.

The timer for the oven went off. You hopped off your stool and took them out, putting them on a cooling rack. You turn to Zemo.

"Want to help ice them later?"

His smile grows.

"I'd love to."

Bucky rolls his eyes at you, but keeps his mouth shut. You sit back down next to him and wait for the cakes to cool. Zemo pours more tea while you wait.

The Baron watches the way you and Bucky mess around with each other. Bucky moves your cup to the other end of the table when you check on the cakes. You threaten to ban him from the kitchen, to which he states it's not your kitchen. It was what you said next that took him off guard, not really expecting you to pull him into the mix.

"Well, if I ask Zemo nicely, he might ban you for me. Will you?" You turn to him.

Zemo smirks, "if my little bird wishes it."

You turn away, blushing again.

"I thought we were friends, Y/N." Bucky pretends to be upset.

"We are!" You wrap your arms around him and hug him.

Bucky laughs.

As Zemo sits there and watches you, a thought pops into his mind. Would he have enough time to befriend you the way Bucky has? For some reason he feels like he's been missing out on you.

Zemo was here to finish his mission, but perhaps he could gain a friend along the way.

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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier’s Big Episode 5 Cameo Sets up the Future of the MCU

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This article contains spoilers for The Falcon and the Winter Soldier episode 5.

Both WandaVision and The Falcon and the Winter Soldier had big cameos in store during their fifth episodes, but unlike WandaVision’s Evan Peters reveal, which ultimately proved to be no more important to the MCU than a boner joke, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier’s surprise introduction of Julia Louis-Dreyfus as Contessa Valentina Allegra de Fontaine will have much more of an impact on the future of the MCU – and we may see her again very soon after the series ends.

Julia Louis-Dreyfus Joins the MCU

The multi-multi-awarded Seinfeld and Veep actress marched into The Falcon and the Winter Soldier on booted heel with recruitment on her mind in episode 5 like a troublesome female Nick Fury (more on that in a bit) leaving a disgraced John Walker – now well on his way to becoming the morally muddy U.S. Agent of Marvel Comics – largely baffled by the circumstances in which he could meet her again. However, he almost certainly will, as this won’t be the last time we see Contessa Valentina Allegra de Fontaine.

According to reports, it wasn’t even supposed to be the first time we met the Contessa: Louis-Dreyfus was originally set to make her entrance in Marvel’s much-delayed Black Widow prequel movie, which takes place in a post-Captain America: Civil War but pre-Avengers: Infinity War stage of the MCU timeline.

Valentina Allegra de la Fontaine

Contessa Valentina Allegra de la Fontaine has had a tumultuous history in Marvel Comics over the years, and we currently only have a little information to speculate on what her endgame might be. As we know, Marvel also has a tendency to mash a few bits of a character together and sprinkle in some new ones when creating a hero or villain for its movies and TV shows, so we suspect she might have facets of the Contessa’s history mixed in with some fresh lore that links her to previously-established organizations and characters.

The Contessa was created by Jim Steranko and first appeared in 1967’s Strange Tales #159. Formerly one of the Euro jet set but apparently looking for something more meaningful to do with her life, she trained as a SHIELD agent, and soon became very romantically involved with Nick Fury. Fingers crossed, Julia Louis-Dreyfus and Samuel L. Jackson’s Fury will soon be some sharing screen time, with Moonlighting-esque banter and sexual tension to spare.

Eventually, Val became so wicked-good at her job that she fought for leadership over SHIELD’s ‘Femme Force’ with Sharon Carter. But of course, it’s rare that a surprisingly skilled Marvel Comics character doesn’t have a murky past to dig up, and the Contessa was no different: it turned out that she had been a Russian sleeper agent all along. If this history plays out on screen, it’s just a short hop, skip, and jump to a Natasha Romanoff connection in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Similarly, the idea of Val as a “sleeper agent” happened yet again in the comics, when she turned out to be one of the many Marvel characters who were temporarily replaced by Skrulls. Keep in mind that there’s a Nick Fury-centric Secret Invasion series on the way to Disney+, so perhaps we’ll see some form of this story in the MCU.

Madame Hydra

At one point, Val also secretly joined Hydra, becoming one of a few characters to identity as “Madame Hydra,” but whether she’s playing a version of Madame Hydra in the MCU or not, it’s likely that Louis-Dreyfus is at least a more shadowy form of the Contessa here, what with her intention to recruit our violent ex-Captain America and all. Who would she hope to recruit in Black Widow? We shall have to wait and see if JLD’s Contessa even makes the cut in a pandemic-rejigged release of the film first.

The Thunderbolts or the Dark Avengers?

Regardless, it seems that Valentina Allegra de la Fontaine intends to put together a team, much like Nick Fury initially drew the Avengers together under his leadership. She’s here to try and recruit John Walker (this is a promising sign that Marvel still has plans for Wyatt Russell down the line), and we imagine she’ll do the same for one of the shady characters in Black Widow.

However, this superpowered crew will likely do things that the Avengers would not – like savagely murder a man in public while the world watches. It’s worth noting that John Walker had ties to both the Dark Avengers and the Thunderbolts in the comics, and Black Widow villain Taskmaster was a Thunderbolts member. With the Contessa’s arrival here, it seems like these threads may begin to converge.

Will this twisted future MCU team-up become the Dark Avengers? Are the Contessa’s plans linked to the upcoming Nick Fury-led Secret Invasion series? Or are we witnessing the Thunderbolts – a team once led by none other than Baron Zemo – assemble in Phase 4?

We can’t wait to find out.

The finale of Marvel’s The Falcon and the Winter Soldier will be streaming on Disney+ from April 23. Black Widow will be released on July 9.

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Oblivious

Request from anon: Hi, I really enjoy your writing, particularly your Zemo fics! I had an idea for one that basically follows the while y/n joining Sam, Bucky, and Zemo through Madirpoor and Riga. Only despite Zemo’s flirting, y/n doesn’t really do anything about it or even notice until y/n along with Sam and Bucky witness Walker (New Captian America) murder a flag smasher in the street. They all go back to the safe house and y/n is like, in shock. “Captian America just killed someone” is all y/n can really say. And Zemo is able to calm them down. Maybe the romance can start then?

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Heels clicked along the pavement as you sashayed along the road, approaching the men before you, two of which you know fondly. The other one, however... not so much.

They all stood close together in a circle, obviously discussing something important but at hearing your voice call out their heads turn towards you, a smile appearing on Sam and Bucky’s faces as they see you. “Long time no see boys,” you say, stopping a few feet away from them to lean on a wall.

They both walk over to you, Bucky pulling you into and hug then followed by Sam hugging you tightly. “Thank you for agreeing to help us out y/n. I know things haven’t been easy for you,”

You fake a smile at Bucky, one you hoped he wouldn’t see past resting your arm around his shoulder. “Anything for my friends,”

He was right, though. These times haven’t been easy for you, especially after Steve Rodgers left. Captain America had always been your idol, ever since you were a little kid you aspired to be just like him. You collected all the Captain America merchandise along with your brother Phil, always arguing with him who owned which toy of his. Meeting Steve had been a dream come true for you. He was the person you were closest to. He helped you come to terms with your brother’s death and whenever you needed help; he was there. You two stuck together through the thick and thin. That’s was how you got to become good friends with Sam and Bucky. You and Steve have always had a complicated relationship, though. You two liked each other and tried to see if you could be something more, but it never seemed to work out. Then Thanos happened. You, along with half the universe, were dusted. For you it was as if you had simply blinked however for Steve it was five years without you. You barely got to see each other again before he went away for good. You couldn’t hate him for it, you understood why he did what he did. He was always telling you about the ’40s, about his childhood, about her. You just wished you weren’t so connected with him. Seeing him there, old, dying. It broke your heart. But times move on. You can’t live in the past as he did.

Your eyes focus on the man behind Sam and Bucky and you frown, pulling your arm away from Bucky. A man you never thought you would see again was staring right back at you.

He stood a few feet back, knowing he wasn’t welcomed in the warm reunion of friendship. He clasped his hands, unsure what exactly he should do right now, feeling awkward, but as he looked over at you his eyes twinkled with recognition. Now you had been interesting to him. You weren’t a super soldier like Steve and James. Yet you certainly could hold your own against them. He had seen when he had first activated James. No, your strength and fighting abilities were down to your own human powers and he admired that. You were one of the few avengers he might have had an inkling to like if the Sokovia attack never happened. Still, it wasn’t as if you were to blame for it. The people who were to blame had suffered for it. You were merely the pawn in the giant game of chess. Perhaps he could grow to like you, after all, he could admit you were certainly tempting to him, the way your body was shaped excited him, the way your neck was shaped made him want to brush his fingers along it and your piercing eyes felt like they could look into the darkest corners of his soul.

“Why is he out of prison?” you snap, bringing Zemo out of his trance

Sam turns to scowl at Bucky as you all turn to Zemo, who awkwardly smiles. “Bucky thinks we need him,” Sam mutters

“Why would we need him!” you exclaim, crossing your arms and shooting Bucky a glare.

“I am invaluable,” Zemo explains with his hands, his eyes unwavering from you as he answers for Bucky.

“He hates super-soldiers, therefore he will help us in getting to Karli,” Bucky says, stepping in front of your eyesight trying to explain himself.

“That also means he hates you, Buck,”

All of them freeze as you address the elephant in the room. Bucky grits his teeth and steps back, averting your gaze as you and Sam stare expectedly at him but he doesn’t respond so Zemo takes his opportunity to step closer to you, now only a few feet apart.

“I can assure you, getting rid of Karli and her super soldier friends is my priority. Not James,”

You clench your jaw in anger as you look at Zemo. He tilts his head, the side of his lip curling up slightly, hoping you’d take a chance on him. Sighing, you turn to shoot one more look at Bucky.

“Steve wouldn’t have liked this,”

Later you sat across from Zemo on his private jet. All of you sat in uncomfortable silence as you flew to Madripoor. Sam and Bucky did not seem as close as you were to both of them. They both just sat on their respective sides and looked out the window. Zemo had a book on him which he seemed very preoccupied reading, yet there were moments where you could feel his eyes settle upon you. Ignoring his inquisitive gaze, you choose to follow in Bucky and Sam’s lead of looking out the window and daydream the rest of the trip away.

Your mind trails back to Steve. You wondered just what Steve would have thought about you teaming up with Zemo. He would have understood, wouldn’t he? It was the best option you had. Ah, but he had always been such a stickler about the rules. Breaking a criminal out and helping him avoid the law wasn’t very patriotic of you. Yep, he would not have gone through with this plan, he would have found another way that worked. But none of the people here were him. He choose not to be here. You knew you had to let him go.

“Champagne?”

You pull your eyes away from the window, coming back to reality as you see a bottle of champagne in Zemo’s hand and an empty glass in his other hand. He already had another glass full beside him as he looked at you expectantly.

“No,”

“Sure?”

“What part of no do you not understand,” you snap harshly glaring at him then back out to the window

“My apologies,” he says, pursing his lips together as he looks down at the empty glass. He glances over to Sam and Bucky but they both shake their heads as well so he hands the glass and drinks back to his butler and sighs as he opens his book again.

The tension between all of you sticks around as you arrive at Madripoor. Zemo had provided you a tight-fitting dress to ‘appear the part’ of your allice, and it showed off a bit too much of your chest than you liked. It was too bright for you, golden and sparky, cutting off at your upper tight, and had a very low v cut. You try your best to pull it down to cover you some more but to no avail. Begrudgingly, you leave the plane to meet up with the rest of them.

“My my y/n, the dress suits you,” Zemo says, smirking as his eyes trail up and down your body as you walk past him taking a straight beeline towards Sam and Bucky.

“How long will this mission take?” you ask, already feeling the cold air nip at your skin.

“Few hours at the least. I’m sorry that you have to do this, y/n”

“Hey, I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to help you two,” you mutter as you hear a car pulling up behind you

“Not exactly this though,” Bucky grumbles, glowering over at Zemo who motions to the car that had arrived. Zemo opens the door and waits for you to get in however you walk to the other side of the car and get in. Bucky chuckles at Zemo’s annoyed expression as he instead gets into the side, which Zemo held open.

During the mission, Zemo kept getting uncomfortably close to you. Occasionally his hand brushed against your back as he moved past you, or his hand would bump into yours slightly, lingering against yours longer than normal.

You knew why he was doing this. Because of Steve. He knew how close you and Steve were, everyone did. During the fight between Steve and Tony which Zemo had helped cause you stuck by Steve every second. Now that Steve was gone, Zemo was trying to rub that in. Trying to irritate you on purpose. You would not let him get to you.

During the meeting with Selby you stood off to the side with Sam and you were feeling pretty good about yourself that the mission was going well until Sam’s phone rang. You tried to keep cool while also giving Sam the wtf look as to why he didn’t put his phone on silent. You hung out hoping things would go okay, but today wasn’t your day.

Shelby got gunned down in front of you, and the mission was ruined. Running in heels wasn’t ideal, but you had to make do. You followed Sam and Bucky as Zemo split up from you, running off somewhere else. Eventually, you kicked off your heels, believing running barefoot would be better than dealing with the agony of heels.

Finally, meeting back up with Zemo, you were ready to have to fight your way out of this mess, but then someone you didn’t think you would ever see again appeared. Sharon Carter. You two weren’t exactly buddy buddies. You got along for Steve’s sake, but it always felt like a sort of rivalry between you two for his attention.

“Y/n,” she says, finally addressing you

“Sharon,” you say back, feeling the awkwardness seep back in. Sharon didn’t seem bothered however, she even kindly let you have some new clothes and shoes which were much more comfortable than the ones Zemo lent you and more your style.

Walking back into the main room you see Zemo sitting down, once again drinking, Bucky sitting down as far away from Zemo as he could get and Sam standing at the side. You choose to stand by Sam.

“Hey, y/n, you doing okay?” Sam asks as you walk over.

“Better than other days. What are we waiting around for?”

“For Sharon to lead us to a party where she can get the information we need,” Zemo answers for Sam, peeking over at you. You ignore him.

Sharon comes back in and tells all of you not to get in trouble while you are out at the party.

“Trouble,” Zemo jokes, and he once again glances over to you, raising a glass and winking at you as he downs it.

Following Sharon, you head into the party. It was to show off the art pieces she had got a hold of so you thought you might as well look at them as you were unlikely to see any of these genuine pieces again. You could see however Zemo following you. He tried to be sly by checking out the other artworks near you, never exactly where you were, but you could tell because every time you moved to a new place soon enough Zemo would suddenly appear there as well. He leaned into one of the artworks, pretending to study it closely, but the corner of his eyes would flick over to you.

Groaning in frustration at your new stalker, you decide you had to lose him in the crowds. Swaying your body, you enter the dancing crowd and jump along to the music, letting yourself go. You could feel your excitement growing with the crowd as you danced, but with one quick turn around there, you saw him.

Zemo had now entered the crowd and was dancing along to the music as well, pumping his hands in time to it. As you stared at him in disbelief, he notices and takes that as an innovation to dance over to you.

“Dancing is fun, right?” he asks as he claps his hand to the music

“Why are you doing this!” you exclaim glaring at him.

His eyebrows furrow as he looks at you, “I don’t understand what you mean?”

You huff in annoyance and storm away, going to find Sam and Bucky leaving Zemo alone on the dance floor. He watches you go and sighs, moving away from the dance floor. It had been a long time since he last got to socialize with anyone and he was trying with you; he wanted to know you more, but he didn’t want to push you too far either if you were uncomfortable with it.

The next few hours felt like a blur to everyone. Sharon found out where the doctor was and you found out a bit of information before Zemo choose to shoot him. Then the whole place exploded, and you had to fight for your life while Zemo hijacked and car to pick you up. Now you were standing outside the safe house.

Zemo opened up the doors, and with his arm motioned for you to go in first. You roll your eyes at his extravagance and storm in, looking around the place. It was simple, but you could still tell that it was all designer, expensive to Zemo’s tastes. You sit down on the sofa while Zemo instantly gravitates towards the liquor cupboard.

“If you drink so much you won’t have long left to live” you mutter as you watch him pour some whiskey. His head shoots up as he turns sidewards to look at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Concerned about my health now?”

“I’d rather have you not pass out during a mission, at least till you are no longer of use to us then you can drink yourself to death for all I care,”

“Ah concern for the mission, yes you avengers folks are all the same. The mission takes precedence before anything else,” Zemo says, grabbing his glass and walking over to take a seat on the sofa opposite you.

You give him a cold hard stare crossing your arms. “What do you mean by that” you hiss

He tilts his head, smirking as he sees how riled up you were getting. “I’m simply observing that you have to put your mission before human lives. I know from how much I studied Steve-”

“Don’t bring Steve into this!” you exclaim, leaning forward, baring your teeth at him.

Zemo pauses for a moment shocked, he pulls his head back to observe, his mouth slightly ajar as his eyebrows cast down but realization dawns across his face.

“Ah, you and Steve, you two were an item,”

“It wasn’t like that” you murmur, jumping up from the sofa and pacing around the room to try to alleviate the agitation you felt, your nails digging into your arms as you wrapped them around your body in comfort.

“But there was something,” Zemo replies, watching you pace around the room then looking into the glass bitterly, his grip on it tightening.

You turn your back to Zemo to stare at your reflection in the mirror, seeing the tears swell up in your eyes.

“Why are you bringing this up? Why do you keep trying to annoy me Zemo, what purpose are you getting from this apart from some sick sadistic pleasure?”

It was Zemo’s turn to jump up from the sofa, hurt you could ever think so lowly of him, his eyebrows furrowed as he speeds over to you. He stands beside you, getting a lot closer to you than you would like. You turned your head away so he couldn’t see the tears threatening to fall.

“Do you think that bad of me? Y/n we may not have had the best first impression but know that it is never my intention to irritate or upset you,” Zemo says, trying to move even closer to you, but he moves a step too far and you back away.

“Just leave me alone, Zemo” you whisper, then run out of the room to find a bathroom to let everything out.

Zemo watches your form leave, angrily clenching his jaw, knowing he pushed it too far. The vein in his neck twitches as he grabs an ornament by the side of the mirror. Holding it in his hand, he observes the glass figure, a dove, then chucks it into the ground in rage, feeling an inkling of satisfaction at seeing it smash into a thousand pieces. He grabs more ornaments, at that moment not caring how much they each cost, just enjoy the release of anger he felt every time he smashed one.

You could hear the blood in your brain roar through your ears, the feeling of your heart hitting your chest in shock as you stared down at Lemar’s dead body.

Your eyes flicker to John’s who knelt beside him, trying desperately to wake him up, but you knew it was hopeless. Lemar was gone. Your eyes flickered around the rest of the room, Karli and her friend realising how bad they have messed up were already running away from the room. Bucky and Sam looked at each other as if knowing what was to happen. Your eyes finally land on Zemo’s. John had tried to arrest him, but you were able to stop him. Zemo was still useful though you hated to admit it, it wasn’t long however till the Dora Milaje would find him.

You feel a hand brush against your shoulder and snap back into reality, “We need to leave, now,” Zemo whispered in your ear, pulling your arm to make you move.

Gathering your senses, you let Zemo lead you out of the building as you hear a crash from above. Running out into the road, you and Zemo catch up beside Sam and Bucky and watch the disaster unfold.

There was John, in Cap’s uniform, holding Cap’s shield above that man.

Steve.

Steve’s shield.

You feel a scream tear from your lips as you watch John Walker bring the shield down, penetrating the man’s chest, staining it in blood. Tears leak from your eyes as you attempt to rush forward, to try and stop it, but arms grasp onto you, pulling you back.

“NO” you repeatedly cried, trying to worm your way out of the grasp, but they gripped you, refusing to let go. Your knees gave out and you sink to the floor, collapsing in the arms of the person who held you, your head buried in the fur part of their coat as they held you to their chest.

You kept sobbing, shaking as the image replayed over and over in your mind.

“Captain America just killed someone,” you whispered, unable to say anything else. The arms which held you picked you up, quietly shushing you, and carried you down a road, back into the safe house.

They tried to put you on the sofa but you clung to their body, not believing you could survive without their support, so they settle on lying down beside you on the sofa.

They turned you to face their body as their arms draped around you, gently rubbing circles into your back. Burying your head into their chest again, you let the sobs wail out as your chest ached from breathing.

“Captain America just killed someone,” you whisper again to him.

“That wasn’t Steve, y/n, Steve would never do something like that,” he murmured, his accent soothing your nerves.

“But it was his shield Zemo. The very thing I had idolized for so long,”

“A shield which by now no longer belongs to him. He was never Captain America y/n, what we just saw proved that. They will give the shield to someone better,”

You sniff, trying to prevent the snot from coming out of your nose as your bloodshot eyes look up into his, “Really?”

He gently smiles at you, taking his hand off your back to push a strand of hair that was hanging over your eye away.

“Yes, they won’t make the same mistake twice,”

Zemo’s words brought more comfort than you could have ever imagined. His embrace brought you warmth and you could feel yourself slowly stop shaking as he held you. Looking away from Zemo in embarrassment, you instead choose to snuggle your head back into his chest, hearing the rapid beating of his heart which lulled you to sleep.

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