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mypoisonedvine · 5 months

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𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙯𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 | helmut zemo x reader

@radmerrmaid requested a drabble with zemo and enemies to lovers. what happened is a whole oneshot. don't ask me how.

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warnings: DUBCON SMUT, enemies to lovers/hate sex, rough sex including hair pulling, degradation and name calling, restraint, a slap, and overstimulation, touchstarved reader, unspecified age gap, very mild violence (hand-to-hand combat and a mention of a previous gunshot wound), kidnapping, soft!dark zemo?

"It must drive you crazy," he purred, wrapping his fingers carefully around the crystal glass before picking it up. "Seeing me like this."

He smirked around his sip of bourbon— at least you figured it was bourbon— as you tried to keep a poker face. You didn't like the idea of being seen as crazy at all, let alone because of him. "Like what?" you pressed instead of admitting to it.

"Free," he shrugged. "Out of that cage you worked so hard to keep me in."

"Getting you there was my job," you corrected with a frown. "If keeping you there was mine, too... you'd still be in it."

He laughed lightly, if briefly, and shook his head. "Still so prideful. You're young, and you have something to prove."

"I have nothing to prove to you," you asserted, shifting your weight on your hips— it was sort of uncomfortable to keep standing, but it felt wrong to take a seat even though he'd offered you one when you entered. It seemed like a sign of trust. Not that he should be surprised by you acting aloof, when he'd offered to meet you here without even explaining why.

"No, not to me," he agreed, setting the glass down again and taking one step closer to you. "To your friends at the CIA."

He seemed to emphasize every letter of the acronym, a playful condescension in his tone. "Friends is a funny way to say it," you rolled your eyes, "like I do what I do because I want to be popular, and not because I want to keep the world safe."

"Safe from me," he added, "the evil terrorist. Right?"

You ignored his question, not really wanting to dignify it with an answer— or start some spiel about how you don't really believe in evil people, just actions that merit punishment, bla bla bla...

"Yet, you couldn't keep yourself safe from me," he went on, raising one eyebrow as he examined you. "Or, you can't. Here you are— alone, as I asked."

Obviously, you had tried to imagine some way you could have back-up for this, even just tell someone where you were going. But this was Zemo's turf, and he had eyes and ears all over the city... he would know if you tried to turn this into a sting. Instead, you only hoped to gain some sort of information tonight that you could use to track him down when he tried to run again.

"You're more trusting than I suspected," he smirked, gaze darkening a bit. "Or, more desperate."

"Maybe the right word is 'curious'," you proposed. "Clearly, you have something to discuss with me."

"I do," he nodded. "A question to ask you-- one I feel only you can answer."

You waited for him to ask it, but even just the way he sucked in a sharp breath made you realize he was going to bore you with some preamble first— just like him, really..

"You see, after evading you so many times—"

"Narrowly," you interjected.

"Maybe some times," he shrugged, smiling, "other times, I think I had plenty of room. But that's besides the point... the point is, here I am. I've probably bested you for the last time—"

"That's not—"

"Ah ah, no interrupting, please," he scolded gently. "I know you know that if I can keep a low profile here, your organization has no hope of getting me back. I simply have too many resources, and your superiors know my risk is relatively low. No?"

Again, you refused to answer, but the way you crossed your arms tighter and glanced away seemed to serve as enough of an agreement.

"So that's it— I'm free. It should be so simple," he sighed. "So, why am I disappointed?"

You furrowed your brows, staring at him in confusion. You were waiting for him to say something to give context to that, but he didn't— he only waited for your response with an earnest look. "Why... are you asking me that?" you wondered.

"Because you're the person who knows me best."

You'd never thought of it like that, and it was such a jarring idea that you began to shake your head almost instantly. "No, that... that doesn't seem right..."

"I figured you would take pride in it," Zemo grinned. "You tracked me for years, studied me, learned my habits... I had to do the same to escape you. I must know you better than anyone else."

"That's ridiculous," you scoffed. "What are you trying to say?"

"I just hoped you could tell me why I feel this way— why I feel so wrong about never seeing you again."

Your chest tightened. You couldn't bear to meet his gaze; your stomach felt sick and strange and you just wanted to run out of there, but what good would that do? You needed him to tell you something you could use, one last chance to catch him before it was too late.

"If I didn't know you so well, and hate you so much," he went on, "I wouldn't have the energy to keep running. And me? I'm your biggest case. Sometimes you act like I'm your only case. What is it about me, that you need to win against me so badly?"

"It's not you," you insisted instantly, "it's me— it's who I am."

"Maybe that's how it started," he suggested, "but you can't spend so long hunting someone without becoming a little obsessed with them— trust me, I would know."

You grimaced at him. "You— you can't be serious."

"Who will you be without me to chase?" he pressed anyways, matching some of your anger as he stepped closer again— almost too close. "Without this... passion, between us?"

"Don't step any closer," you warned.

"Or what?" he challenged. "No weapons, no soldiers— it's just the two of us here."

He stepped up again, nearly pressed against you, and you couldn't let him get away with that... you had to prove you meant what you said. You weren't armed, and you knew he wasn't someone you wanted to go up against hand-to-hand... but at the same time, it was one thing you'd always secretly wished for. A chance to wage this war the way it should be, the way it had always been: personal.

You stepped back at the same time as you swung your fist, giving yourself just enough room to gain momentum— but you weren't quite fast enough, and he blocked you. From then on it was fast, instinctual: he was stronger but you were quicker, and on the offensive.

You never quite landed a hit, but neither did he— which felt like a good sign, until you realized he wasn't really giving it his all. Dodging and blocking, yes, but he wasn't trying to win, just keep you at bay.

"Come on!" you yelled in frustration as you finally got in a kick to his chest, forcing him to stumble back and nearly fall. "What are you doing, pitying me?"

"Hardly," he wheezed, a little affected by the hit, which made you smirk. "But I don't want to hurt you."

"Please," you rolled your eyes, putting your fists up and stabilizing your posture. "If we're going to do this, let's do it right."

He came at you, and finally, there it was... his real strength. That passion he'd been talking about, you could feel it.

Both of you were flushed and panting, exhilarated by the sport of it all. Unfortunately, right as you thought you'd found your moment— the weak spot in his form— it was a trap. When you moved in closer, he grabbed you and spun you around, holding your back against his chest so tight that you struggled to breathe.

But he didn't shove you down, didn't put you in a chokehold, didn't even threaten you or gloat about pinning you. Instead, he only held you tighter, and soothed you with a gentle 'shh' in your ear when you tried to squirm out of his grasp.

"Wh-what are you doing?" you whispered, your whole body shaking as he ran his tongue up your neck.

"If it's curiosity that brought you here," he purred in response, "I can satisfy that."

"You can't be fffucking serious," you hissed, though a moan tainted your words as one of his hands ran down your body, the other still effortlessly holding you still.

"I know you so well," he went on, a deep growl in his voice as your eyes fell shut. "I know how lonely you must be. That's one of the things we share."

His hand was heavy and warm against your leg, even through your pants— and it was moving higher, petting your inner thigh as you shivered. Though your mind longed to resist him, your body was desperate for any affection; because he was right, you were lonely. You couldn’t think of the last time someone had touched you like this, and yet you remembered it didn’t usually feel this good. His touch was precise and careful and teasing— not too awkward but not too cocky. And the heat of him wrapped around you, his hot breath on your shoulder, his wider form encompassing you… how could it feel so good?

“And I know you’ve thought about this,” he added. “That’s something we share, too.”

He couldn’t know that— he might be rich and resourceful, but he wasn’t omniscient. If you were any more logical in that moment, you would’ve realized he was just guessing and denied it. But his teeth brushing over your pulse didn’t exactly provoke your critical thinking skills. “Fuck, I— fuck,” you choked out instead, shuddering when he chuckled proudly.

“You might hate me, draga, but you need me,” he explained. “Your mind needs me, just as much as your body does.”

Something about the way his fingers traced up your side, teasing your breast before pulling away right before getting to anything too exciting… it seemed to bring you back to reality, at least partially. You absolutely couldn’t do this— you couldn’t let him do this. “G-get off me,” you choked out, struggling against him again.

“That’s what you want?” he taunted.

“Get the fuck off me!” you yelped.

“Make me,” he challenged.

Bringing your foot down hard on top of his, he winced and you managed to break away, spinning around and shoving him back— he actually lost his balance that time, falling to the floor. You were ready to deliver a firm and swift kick between his legs, but rolled over and grabbed your leg while it was up, bringing you down to the floor with him.

He laughed breathlessly, sounding a little frustrated, as you flailed for purchase against the floor— only for him to grab your wrists and pin you down, positioning himself over you with a grin. His hair was shaken out of its style, hanging around his face which was flushed from exertion. “You keep me on my toes, I’ll give you that,” he offered. You tried to writhe again but he had you properly trapped now, with absolutely no way out.

“You wouldn’t,” you sneered incredulously.

“Wouldn’t what, dear?”

“You wouldn’t force yourself on me,” you completed.

He seemed a little surprised, hanging his head and shaking it. “Oh,” he breathed, “no, I wouldn’t.”

A little relieved, you started to catch your breath.

“I don’t need to.”

He brought his lips down to yours suddenly— the collision was almost too rough, and yet it was the only thing that made sense for the two of you. You groaned in protest yet submitted instantly, opening your mouth wide for his desperate and dominating kiss.

Your back arched up off the floor, and his weight seemed to sink down on top of you in response. Though you hated yourself for it, you spread your legs a bit, just enough for him to rest his hips between— and fuck, you could feel it. The hard, throbbing heat, you could feel it pressed against you and the most horrible moan was nearly lost to his lips.

He hummed back proudly, running his hands over your body, kissing you faster.

You were gasping for breath when he broke away, which only worsened when he latched onto your neck. “God, I hate you,” you blurted out, just to remind you both that if this was going to happen, it wasn’t going to be pretty.

“You hate me for all those times I embarrassed you?” he assumed, hands holding your waist and starting to slide up your shirt. “For when I eluded you, wasted your time, made a fool of you?”

“And that time you shot me.”

“I winged you,” he corrected— like that was any better.

He tugged your shirt up and you raised your arms, letting him slip it off; he spotted the scar right away, a line across your arm just under your shoulder. He cooed for a second before kissing it softly— too gentle a moment for you to let lie. You shoved his jacket back next, helping him slip it off his shoulders before pulling him down to kiss you again.

Your sports bra had a clasp in the front, it was a bit unique in that way, yet he had no trouble with it. Freeing your chest, he of course had to tease you a bit more— instead of groping your waiting breasts right away, he guided your arms down from where they held onto the back of his neck, lifting you up from the floor a bit so you could slide the garment off and toss it away.

When you laid back down, the floor was cold, but the hiss you let out was more a response to him rocking his hips against you, teasing you through these stupid remaining clothes. “You know why I hate you?” he returned as he started to unbutton your pants, even though you’d entirely forgotten that last part of the conversation.

Before he answered the question, he yanked your pants and underwear down to your thighs— and swiftly got his own out of the way. Your heart raced; you weren’t totally convinced this was really happening, not until he pushed into you in one painfully sudden thrust. You cried out, yet he took no mercy on you. He was ruthless, in fact.

Choking on your broken cries, you arched up off the floor again as he hammered into you, rage and relief and desperation evident in every movement. He had to hold your legs tightly just to keep you from sliding across the floor, which only ensured you took every stroke as deep as it could go— which was already too fucking deep.

“Say it,” he ordered, “tell me why I hate you.”

“I caught you,” you said— but you knew that would just make him angrier. Maybe that was kind of the idea.

Stopping just long enough to tug your pants the rest of the way off— and leaving you naked while he was still mostly dressed— he descended over you and looked right at you, far too close, with a rageful stare.

“You trapped me,” he corrected gruffly. “You played dirty.”

Before you had a chance to retort that all’s fair in love and war, he started to pound into you… harder and meaner than ever. You didn’t surprise yourself by crying out, considering how intense and nearly painful the feeling was, but you were a little confused that the word you said was a needy yes!

"Those years in prison," he snarled, "you could barely call it living, life in that place— you put me there. I thought every day about how you put me there."

He yanked your hair, making you whine loudly and exposing your neck for his lips and teeth to explore freely.

Finally, a hand latched onto your chest— a hot palm encompassing your breast and skilled fingers pinching lightly at your nipple. You couldn’t believe how composed he was through all this— in many ways, he wasn’t, but he seemed to be deliberate with every way he touched you and that was far more togetherness than you had.

You weren’t together at all, actually… something about the heat of the moment, the way your body responded to him, the way he glared at you… you could already feel tension building inside you. It wouldn’t be long, not if he kept going like this.

“I thought about you every fucking day, draga— that you were free, and I was trapped in that cell,” he growled. “You missed it, didn’t you? Chasing me.”

When you didn’t answer, he struck you across the face with the back of his hand; the shock of it made your walls clench on him, or at least you could blame it on that, but you had no way to explain the way you moaned a moment later.

He moved even faster, a sickening wet sound echoing through the room which you hated to acknowledge was your own body. “The worse I am to you, the wetter you get,” he noticed, smiling for just a moment. “What a filthy whore you are.”

“F-fuck you,” you stammered roughly.

“Actually, why don’t you?” he offered, grabbing you by the hips and rolling both of you over until he was on his back and you were straddling him. “Show me how bad you need it.”

As much as you wanted to not do what he told you, your hips were already moving— your body was on its own mission now, desperate for pleasure and friction and heat. Desperate for anything he would give. You whimpered as you grinded down on him, feeling his cock go so much deeper than you imagined was possible. “God,” you sobbed, tossing your head back and trying not to picture the way he must have been looking at you then.

His hands moved all over you, up your thighs and over your breasts, even wrapping around your neck once though they didn’t put on enough pressure to really choke you. “Pretty girl,” he praised darkly, making chills dance over your skin.

But when his hands settled on your hips, trying to guide you the way he wanted, you’d had enough; you grabbed him at the wrists and leaned forward, pinning his hands beside his head. He smirked up at you at first, but when you bounced your hips up and down while hovering over him, his eyes fell shut and he let out a deep groan. “I’m close,” you panted sharply.

“You can make yourself come like this?” he realized, sounding a little impressed. He opened his eyes and lifted his head for a moment to get a better look at you, before almost instantly giving up again and dropping his head back to the floor with a moan. “Fine, take it— just take what you need, draga.”

You held tighter to his wrists, mostly to keep yourself stable, and you felt his own hands ball into fists as you bounced faster. “Oh god, oh god, oh god— yes!” you yelped, legs quivering as it struck you. It seemed to come and go so quickly, perhaps because your strength gave out halfway through and you felt weak and paralyzed. It had been ages since you’d felt pleasure like that… actually you weren’t sure you’d ever felt pleasure like that, at least not so much all at once.

If only he were satisfied by that. With your grip weakened, he easily pulled his hands away to wrap his arms around you, holding you tightly and bucking his hips up into you rapidly.

“Fuck, wait, s-slow down,” you panted, whining weakly as he shook his head against the crook of your neck.

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” he purred. “I won’t be able to slow down at all until you’re full of come, draga. I want you dripping.”

You were all numb and limp now, so raw and sensitive inside— he put you on your back again and didn’t struggle at all to pull another orgasm from you. The third, though, was a little more hard fought: he rubbed your clit with an almost painful amount of pressure, watching through dark eyes and with a sneering grin as you screamed and shivered.

“Not too loud, darling,” he warned, “the people in the streets might hear you, the window’s still open—”

“Fuck!” you shouted, high-pitched and shaky, and he covered your mouth with his other hand as he laid on you with a growl.

“Just one more, then I’ll fill you,” he promised. “I only need to feel you come one more time. You want a rest, don’t you?”

You nodded weakly, biting down on your shaking lip.

“Then give me what I want.”

Your final cry was stuttered and helpless, every final ounce of energy in your body being taken from you by the final forced peak of ecstasy. But it wasn’t until you sighed out his name, barely audible under your breath, that he groaned against your neck and pumped himself deep inside you— every drop, leaving you full to the brim and then some.

You didn’t even have the strength to hold onto him, but he held you far too tightly as if to make up for it, and didn’t let you go for quite some time.

It had only gotten darker and colder out, and the draft through the window eventually danced over your sweat-slickened skin. When you shivered under him, Helmut lazily reached up to the couch nearby, pulling a throw blanket off of it and wrapping you both up in its soft embrace. You sighed with relief from both the cold air and the hard floor, not even realizing you were falling asleep.

Even when you woke up, you didn’t really notice that you’d been asleep— except that Helmut was gone, and the fireplace was going. Sitting up as little as you could get away with to look for him— since moving at all was quite a task given how tired you were— you heard him coming around the corner and turned back to look at him.

He was in a robe now, and carrying two crystal glasses of water. He smiled at you as he sat back down on the floor, laying beside you on the blanket and handing you your glass. “Figured you would need this soon enough,” he explained with a soft voice as you sipped carefully at the water. You weren’t really ready to talk to him yet, but you wanted to thank him for the water, so you just nodded and hoped that would get the point across.

The silence was probably only awkward for you— he seemed totally at peace, getting through most of his drink before setting it down on the floor and cuddling up to you again with a contented sigh.

You quietly drank the water, staring forward at the crackling fire, hardly believing where you were. It actually sounded sort of romantic on paper: a dashing and wealthy older man, a penthouse apartment in a foreign city, a fire, a blanket, a crystal glass…

If it weren’t for the wanted terrorist, it might make for a good little fantasy.

Yet, you set your glass aside and laid back down with him. He slipped an arm around you, holding your shoulder and petting it with his thumb, even kissing the side of your forehead sweetly. “I don’t understand how you can… be like that,” you whispered, glancing down at his arm crossed over your chest.

“Not everyone is so afraid of their feelings as you are,” he countered, and you snorted a little.

“I’m not afraid of my feelings,” you denied half-heartedly.

“You’re afraid of me, then?” he wondered.

“Not… quite…” you murmured your answer, not even sure yourself what you felt. “I mean, I drank the water, so—”

“I wondered if you would,” he laughed, “but I’m glad you did.”

“I mean, only half the glass, technically,” you noticed.

“Oh, don’t worry, you’ve had enough,” he shrugged.

“Enough?” you chuckled. “After that, half a glass of water is hardly enough. I won’t be recovered until I have a protein-heavy meal and probably a couple painkillers— if I wanna, you know, sit or jog or whatever in the next few days.”

“I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment,” he chuckled, “but I didn’t mean enough to recuperate. I meant enough for you to sleep until we get there.”

“...what?” you asked, turning over your shoulder with knitted brows to look at him.

“If even you know where you’re going, you might find a way to get out is all,” he explained flippantly.

“What… what are you…?” you started, shaking your head— but it didn’t shake off that funny feeling, that heaviness in your head.

“You see, I did think about you every day in my cell,” he went on, “and I thought about how, someday, I would lock you away— so you’d know how it feels, to be a prisoner.”

Whimpering as realization dawned, you sat up quickly to try to fight whatever was in that water… but it only seemed to make it worse, spots forming in your vision like when you stand up too fast— except they didn’t fade, just multiplied.

“I’ll treat you much better than I was, though,” he assured, “in fact, I think you’ll be better off than you were before… you’ll be mine, draga. No one else will ever see you again.”

You tried to speak but it wasn’t really coming together— you tried to push him away but you only limply held onto him, looking up at his eerily blank expression with your fading vision. As it all turned to black, he caught your head before it hit the floor, cradling it rather tenderly before kissing your cheek.

“Now,” he whispered to you, though you couldn’t possibly hear it, “let’s get you cleaned up— the plane is waiting to take you to our new home.”

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noforkingclue · 10 months

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"You won't get away with this" with Zemo? Or dark!Zemo, whichever you prefer 💕

Note: requests are currently closed

I decided to go with soft teasing Zemo for this. Hope you like it!

Title: Coats

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Your bare feet slapped against the floor of Zemo’s as you darted around the corridors. You took a sharp left and rested against the wall. You took deep breaths of air and you waited for your heartrate to go down. You wrapped Zemo’s coat around yourself as you grinned to yourself. You closed your eyes as your breathing evened out. You looked up as you heard whistling echo down the corridor.

“You won’t get away with this.” Zemo said and you could hear the smile in his voice

You pushed yourself off the wall and darted down the corridor. You darted into the nearest room and looked around for a place to hide. You rolled your eyes when you realised that it was one of the guest bedrooms and you looked over your shoulder as steady footsteps continued down the corridor. You sighed as you went into the closest. It was going to be the first place he’d look but you wanted to prolong this a bit longer. The door to the bedroom opened and shut and you heard Zemo sigh.

“Now then,” he said as he walked around, “Where are you hiding. Under the bed?”

There was a pause and Zemo tutted.

“No. How about behind the curtains.”

You heard him pulling the curtains apart and he said,

“No. Just one more place to look.”

You closed your eyes and the wardrobe doors were flung open.

“Ah,” a hand came up a stroked your cheek, “There you are.”

You opened your eyes and smirked as Zemo looked you up and down. His hands settled on your shoulders and adjusted the collar of his coat.

“You failed,” he said, leaning closer, “I found you and you know what they say.”

He leant even closer and brushed his lips against yours.

“To the victor go the spoils.”

You opened your mouth to argue and Zemo seized the opportunity to press his lips against yours. You closed your eyes and tried to wrap your arms around him but Zemo was quicker. He grabbed your wrists pinned them above your head. You whimpered against him as he nipped at your bottom lip. You were gasping for air when he finally broke the kiss and followed him when he moved away.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Zemo said teasingly, “Not just yet.”

He moved your wrists to one hand while the other undid the buttons of his coat. Your smirk widened and his eyebrows rose when he saw what you were wearing under it. Or rather, what you weren’t wearing.

“Well,” he said, “You have been a bad girl haven’t you.”

You tried to press your lips back against his but Zemo leant away. He gripped your wrists tightly before yanking you out of the wardrobe and throwing you onto the bed. He swiftly grabbed your wrists again and said,

“And bad girls should be punished. Don’t you think?”

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maple-the-awesome · 6 months

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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 31

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 2,745

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER THIRITY-ONE: READ THE ROOM

If you had known it would have resulted in you having to work with Bucky and Zemo, you would've never opened your door for Sam. Despite how civil you're trying your best to be, a part of you wants to slap them both for different reasons, although if thinking more rationally, Bucky's only crime against you is breaking your heart by turning his back and walking away without so much as a goodbye. Zemo, on the other hand, tried to frame Bucky for the UN Bombing, traumatized your nephew by showing him a recording of his own parents' brutal deaths, and ultimately tore the Avengers inside-out. Needless to say, you're having a really difficult time so much as glancing at Zemo's smug face without wanting to fulfill your previous promise to break his nose, and it's not like he's doing much to save himself from receiving that fate either.

"So, what's with the frosty air between you two, hmm?" He gestures between Bucky and you with the champagne glass his butler hands him, his eyes flashing with mischief as he takes a drink, "Now that I think about it, I don't believe I've seen you say a word to each other this entire time. It would be a shame if you've broken up. You were quite the 'couple' last we crossed paths."

You do your best not to give him the satisfaction of your attention, continuing to watch out the jet window instead while spinning your ring which is the only distraction you unfortunately have during this long flight. While you may hide it well, it does hurt to know Zemo's words hold truth. Bucky has barely said a damn word to you since the apartment, purposefully going out of his way to avoid even addressing your presence despite being on this whole mission together. Hell, so far he's been more willing to respond to the criminal who terrorized him than the person who used to be his fiancée...Did you really hurt him that bad to somehow be worse than Zemo?

"Where are you taking us?" Thank God for Sam who has proven himself to be the only person on this trip you can stand to be around. Reading the jet's rigid energy, he's quick to try changing the topic, yet Zemo refuses to address his question right away, taking his time setting down his drink in exchange for picking up the book that has been balancing on his lap.

"...Sorry -" He 'innocently' pretends to have only just heard Sam, "- I was just fascinated by this. A lot of it's scribbled out, although it seems to be an important letter; a heartfelt one, from what I can make out. 'Holiday Edwardine -"

By the time you zoned in to your name being mentioned, it was instantly cut off by two steps - two heavy footsteps before Zemo was suddenly pinned back against his chair, his neck trapped in Bucky's gloved hand which doesn't show much restraint with its iron grip.

"Touch that again and I kill you," Bucky's voice is a whispered threat, yet still heard throughout the dead silent jet as no one does or says anything about his unexpectedly aggressive behavior. Even Zemo only responds with a short nod and a quiet gasp for air once Bucky finally removes his hand, allowing him to breathe easy once again.

Ripping the small notebook from his hands, Bucky shares a quick glance at the shocked expressions Sam and you wear before returning to his seat wordlessly. You follow his movements, watching as he awkwardly pushes the notebook back into his coat pocket while shifting his head towards the window as if he can feel your burning stare.

Zemo clears his throat, giving off a tone that some might believe to be genuine, although it loses its effect on all of you, "I'm sorry. I understand that was the name of your late wife. As for the list of names on the other pages - people who you've wronged as the Winter Soldier."

"Don't push your luck," Bucky grumbles, again shifting in his seat as if doing so will somehow get him further away from this situation.

You want to ask - to reach your hand out for his and gently question what's wrong. You knew Bucky must still struggle with parts of his part, so you're not surprised that the Winter Soldier's victims would remain on his mind, but Hollie as well? He should realize by now that you don't blame him; you've insisted it enough times. He knows you're alive and well in this life, so he doesn't have to let any guilt about what happened weigh him down...but you keep your hands to yourself instead of saying a word of it aloud, looking down at your lap as you decide it isn't your place to press anymore, after all Bucky made himself quite clear earlier that he doesn't want you worrying about him.

"...I'veseen that book before. It was Steve's. When I told him about Trouble Man, he wrote it in that book. Have you listened to it? You like it?" Sam breaks the silence, once again trying to turn the conversation towards one he hopes won't start a fight. Little did he know that he'd be the one to partake in the next bickering session because of it, not convinced by Bucky's claims that he 'liked' the soundtrack. Even Zemo would agree with Sam that it's a masterpiece, yet that would be the extent of their common ground.

"You must have really looked up to Steve," Zemo takes the conversation away from movies and music, deciding to tip-toe over the line of what's acceptable to say and what will get him punched, "I realized something when I met him for myself - that the danger with people like him is the very way we put them on pedestals, idolizing them as storybook heroes and symbols of hope until we become blind to their flaws. From there, wars begin, cities fall, innocent people lose their lives...You remember that, right? As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad 'icon'? Now, do we really want to live in a world full of people like Red Skull?"

"Steve was a pretty far cry from Red Skull, though," You point out, speaking for the first time since boarding this jet which brings Zemo's attention from Bucky to you, "Let's not forget that super soldiers aren't inherently corrupt. You can see it anywhere with shitty people being given power useful for their own benefit. It doesn't necessarily take super powers, just an escape from accountability that goes to your head. That's why Steve was so carefully chosen - Why Dr. Erskine didn't simply hand off the serum to the first fit soldier to cross his path. He picked the little guy from Brooklynn because he knew that's who would fight for what's right, not for his own interests."

"And I couldn't agree more. Steve Rogers was a unique exception, but how many people are you willingly to bet will follow in his footsteps? Certainly not those 'Flag-Smashers', I would think," He has a point you can't argue against. Steve and Bucky are good people who didn't let their superhuman abilities change that, and while you're sure there are more people like that out there, it isn't safe to just cross your fingers hoping they'll be the ones who come across any super soldier serum circling the globe unmanaged, "That's why we're going to Madripoor."

"Yeah, I have some questions about that. What's exactly the deal with Madripoor? You keep talking about it like it's Skull Island or something," Sam asks.

"It's an island in the Indonesian archipelago. In the 1800s, it was known as a pirate sanctuary," Bucky explains distantly.

"But it's kept its lawless ways since, which means we can't simply walk in as ourselves. Three people associated with the Avengers would only cause unwanted attention, perhaps a few bullets sent our way," Zemo swirls his champagne glass in hand as he eyes Sam and you, "You both will be easy enough to conceal, although I'm afraid James will have to become someone he claims to be gone."

You glance at Bucky who stiffens, only sparing a quick glare at Zemo then back out the window. You can't say the idea sits well with you either...

When Zemo said Madripoor is 'lawless', you expected something like Hell’s Kitchen or Detroit, but this is far, far worse. The streets are literally packed with crime, every corner having someone who casually stands around with a large gun in hand while every shop specializes in illegal goods. A few steps out of the car and you felt as if you had just walked straight into a GTA game on steroids except unlike a video game, none of you have extra lives to spare - Well, you might, but you're not quite willing to part with this one just yet.

To avoid looking suspicious and getting shot for doing so, you have to put full faith in Zemo's plan, something you never thought you'd have to do ever. Admittedly he seems to know what he’s doing, although you would complain that he's being a little too cheerful while doing it. Not once did he flinch when all eyes focused upon your group as you entered the Brass Monkey Saloon nor did he hesitate to introduce Sam to the bartender under his temporary identity as 'Smiling Tiger'.

You feel for Sam, especially when forced to choke down a drink made of the fresh insides of a snake, however your pity must wait until later because you have your own role to strictly stick to here. A humble and forgettable assistant, you're to remain silent yet observant while accomplishing whatever small tasks are ordered of you (not that you plan on doing any more for Zemo than required for this act). It’s annoying, but easier than drinking snake guts, so you're not about to complain.

You had noticed when entering the saloon that several patrons have taken special interest in Bucky, their whispers once again meeting your ear as you wait for Sam to gain the courage to finish his drink, however you try not to concern yourself with. In any other environment, you'd be ready to pick a fight with anyone bold enough to start gossiping about the 'infamous Winter Soldier's' presence, but here and for this mission, Bucky's past is exactly what you need people to pay attention to.

You can hear Sam gag quietly after the bartender finally walks away, hopefully to set up a meeting with this 'Selby' person Zemo says can provide you guys with information. In the meantime, you look up and manage to catch Bucky's eyes only briefly before they dart back to watch the other patrons. You roll your own eyes and find somewhere else to look since even undercover in a crowded bar, it seems he can still find time to be mad at you.

Suddenly, Bucky stands straighter and grabs your wrist, giving it a slight tug that moves you subtly in his direction. You would've wondered why if not for immediately feeling the presence of someone else walking up behind you. Turning around, you find a man has squeezed his way out of the crowd to where he now stands practically toe-to-toe with Zemo.

"Got word from higher up. You ain't welcome here," The man threatens, although despite his attempt at intimation, Zemo hardly does more than blink.

"I didn't come here for business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come to talk to me..." With a smug undertone to his voice, Zemo trails off while gesturing to Bucky who has already let go of your wrist, but only in exchange for having a hidden hand hovered over your hip to keep you close in front of him, "...Or bring Selby by for a chat."

The man seems to size Bucky up, and since you’re standing between them, it feels as if he’s also looking you over, however if he wonders who you might be or notices that the ‘Winter Soldier’ seems awfully protective over you, it goes unsaid. Sparing one last hostile look at Zemo, the man disappears back into the crowd, allowing you to let go of that breath you’ve been holding and for Bucky to remove his hand, "'Power Broker'? Really?"

"Every kingdom needs its king."

Surveyingthe crowd, you notice several men beginning to slowly surround your group. You keep your eyes trained on them, your hand cautiously lowering to your belt where you keep the taser you had stubbornly refused to part with earlier. Whether he saw the concern on your face or sensed the approaching goons for himself, Zemo pushes off the counter and locks eyes with Bucky, "Zimniy Soldat…Ataka."

Just as one of the men places a heavy hand upon Zemo’s shoulder, Bucky swiftly pushes you behind him before grabbing the man’s hand, twisting it until it snaps, but he doesn’t let go, instead forcing him to walk backwards until at the center of the room. There, Bucky goes head-to-head with him and all his little buddies who decide they might actually stand a chance against a super soldier.

If anyone hadn’t been paying attention to your group before, they’re definitely not missing the show now. The crowd watches in awe as Bucky easily beats every fool who swings a punch his way, doing so with little emotion written over his face; the complete opposite of how Sam and you observe the chaotic scene in front of you.

"Didn't take much for him to fall back into form, did it?" Zemo leans over to whisper to you, his comment being one that will boil your blood if you think back to it later, but for now, you’re too focused on Bucky.

You can hardly stand seeing him fight as the Winter Soldier like this, even if it’s just pretend. He can handle himself, you know that. He’s within control and doing this of his own volition, but that doesn't mean he should have to. You know this is hurting him inside, only serving as a cruel reminder for what he once was. It’s torture to see and recognize that hidden pain in his eyes as he slams one of the men onto the bar counter, keeping him trapped there all by the strength of a single hand crushing his throat. You might not be a mind reader, but you can guess what’s going through Bucky’s right now: how many people has he done this to without control or mercy? How many people has he actually killed using the same method?

Sam also shows his concern over how far this has suddenly gone, especially when the echo of guns’ cocking becomes impossible to dismiss. He places a hand on Bucky’s arm, however he’s called off by Zemo who’s quick to remind you both through whispered breath about the risks of losing character now.

“Molodets, soldat.”

Selby will finally see you. Your efforts of concealing your identities and that little ‘show’ Bucky put on has won you another step towards finding the super soldier serum. That should be a good thing that takes some stress off your shoulders, but it doesn’t.

Bucky’s expression is frozen in a blank stare, his movements almost automatic as he simply lets go of the man and lets him slide off the counter. Somehow his breath is louder in your ears than the mumbling of the captivated crowd - a crowd you almost completely forget about.

“...Hey, you okay -?” You whisper, reaching to touch his arm as has always been habit for you, however you instantly retract your hand when Bucky jerks away, his eyes once again only briefly meeting yours - this time with an emotion you can’t quite put a name to - before he roughly pushes by to follow Zemo.

Your hand feels stuck in the air until you awkwardly lower it and bite your frowned lip. There’s a burning in your eyes and an aching to your soul, one you fear might become too obvious if you let yourself dwell on it for too long, so you suck it up and trail after the others all while bitterly electing to ignore the way Sam watches you sympathetically in your peripheral vision. You're thankful he can’t ask with everyone else around. It’ll hurt less if you just don’t think about it.

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Who's in control now

Chapter 3

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Helmut Zemo

Summary: Bucky get’s back at Zemo for what he did to him in Madripoor

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Bondage, CBT, Cock slapping, Master/Slave, Name Calling, Face Slapping, Corporal Punishment, Riding Crop, Suspension, Sadism/Masochism, Blowjob, Orgasm Denial, Dom Bucky, Sub Zemo

Zemo couldn't stop thinking about Bucky all night. He was humiliated with himself that he enjoyed every moment of last night with James, dominating him, forcing him to suck his cock, treating him like a piece of shit, and he wanted more, so much more from Bucky. He knew Bucky had it in him to go full-on sadistic with him, but he was just waiting on him to accept that. All his teasing would soon send Bucky into a frenzy of dominating Zemo, and he secretly couldn't wait for it.

That morning, Zemo lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling as he went over the events of last night. Bucky was reaking havoc on his cock, sending all sorts of pain up his body, grabbing, kicking, and punching every piece of him, and Zemo moaned at the thought of it. He wanted more, he needed more, and he had to have more. Bucky was his master, and that was a fact. No more manipulation from Zemo; no more control with the use of the trigger words or Zemo's sick games; Bucky was in full control here.

Zemo closed his eyes and imagined Bucky on top of him, throwing insults and dirty names at him, calling him a slut, a whore, kicking his balls, and choking him with his metal arm. As these dirty thoughts clouded his mind, his hand started to slip down his pants, grabbing his hard cock, and he began to stroke himself to the fantasy in his head. The rope from yesterday was still there, and it only made the situation even more erotic. his cock and balls tied with rope from Bucky, a simple chastity device.

He was lost in his fantasy, the rest of the world a silent blur as he moaned softly to himself. Tingles ran up his body as he grew closer to orgasm, his toes curling and his head pushing back into the pillow as his body went rigid. He was so close and only needed a few more storks to reach that intense orgasm he had been craving all night. The rope tugged on his cock, pulling a few of the hairs around the base, and he shivered as his orgasm was so close. Just a couple more strokes, and...

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" A harsh voice broke her back from his hot, cock-tingling fantasy, and a hand gripped his short hair, yanking his body off the bed and onto the floor. Zemo's body fell like a sack of pototoes, and he groaned as the hardwood floor was a hard knock on his system. Bucky had so much strength he could easily pick Zemo up with one hand, and as he looked up with flushed cheeks, Bucky stared down with a brow raised and fingers curling beside him.

"What does it look like?" He teased, but instantly earned a metal hand to his neck, shoving him against the wall. Zemo gasped for air but began to chuckle evilly with a sick grin.

"Careful, James; we wouldn't want Sam to hear you," he whispered, and Bucky smirked.

"No, we wouldn't; good thing he's not here," he whispered back, as if Sam were only in the room next to them. Of course Bucky wouldn't be so stupid as to make an obvious scene with Sam only a few feet away, and Zemo groaned as Bucky pressed his hand tighter around his neck, already leaving finger marks. that was going to be hard to cover up.

"I thought I said no touching yourself; you've just earned yourself a punishment," Bucky warned.

"And what will that entail, Master?" He teased, and Bucky growled, throwing Zemo to the floor, who groaned through gritted teeth. If only he had some of that super soldier serum to make him feel no pain.

"This," and with that, Bucky firmly kicked Zemo between the legs, his boot making contact with his semi-hard cock. Zemo howled at the top of his lungs and clutched his crotch. That was the worst pain he ever felt. Bucky smirked as Zemo wriled around on the floor, screaming like a little girl.

"Now, when I give you an order, are we going to follow it?" Bucky teased back, and Zemo nodded.

"Yes, sir," he winced, and Bucky chuckled.

"Good boy, now get up; the plane leaves in three hours, so we don't have long," Bucky grinned.

Zemo moaned as Bucky tied the last knot tightly, delibertly making it tighter than it needed to be just to hurt Zemo. the ropes cut into his flesh like knives, and Zemo enjoyed it. His cock was hardening by the second, and he felt the flush of his cheeks as Bucky tutted at him.

"God, you are shut a slut, getting horny over a little bondage," Bucky teased, reaching for his rock-hard cock, and he squeezed tightly. Zemo instantly groaned at his hand touching him and pulled on the restraints. He was tied to the bed, leaning over the side of the bed with his arms tied outward to each end. His legs were tied apart as well to each leg of the bed, keeping his thighs wide and apart for Bucky's access. rope wound its way around his body, over his chest, up to his neck, and around his ass.

He was stuck in place and wasn't going anywhere. Samand wouldn't be back for another hour, as he had left to get supplies, so Bucky and Zemo had enough time. Bucky chuckled as he ran his hand over Zemo's bare back before dragging it down his ass and across his balls. He pulled back and slapped them hard, earning a hard yell from Zemo and a hiss through his teeth.

Bucky chuckled evilly and gave his balls a sweet rub before using the toe of his boot to kick them hard. Today was all about pain, and if Zemo thought he was going to get any pleasure, he was completely wrong. Zemo hissed and yanked on the ropes as Bucky reeked havoc on his cock and balls, slapping, hitting, kicking, and busting. The pain was indescribable, and yet his cock was dripping with cumin.

"Tell me how much you're enjoying this torture, Zemo," Bucky ordered as he yanked on the end of his cock, tugging hard, and Zemo gasped, lifting his head up with wide, glassy eyes.

"I like it," he whispered, and Bucky's cold metal hand grabbed his neck.

"No, you know what I want to hear," he whispered harshly, and Zemo swallowed.

"Yes, sir, I love you torturing my cock," he breathed, and Bucky grinned, biting the top of Zemo's ear before giving him a harsh slap on his bulging balls. The rope was cutting into his cock and turning his balls blue.

And yet Zemo wanted more; he wanted everything. humiliation and degregation, and he knew how to get those.

"That's it, James; give me some more; you do torture well; you've got lots of training on that, haven't you?" He teased, and Bucky grabbed his hair and yanked his head back.

"Shut your fucking mouth or I'll yank your balls off," he threatened, and Zemo grinned.

"Don't you like my voice, James?" He answered back, and Bucky kicked him hard, the hardest he had. Zemo yelped and keeled over on the bed as his cock and balls tingled with pain.

"Just for that, I'm going to make sure you don't come for a month, and if you want to fucking touch your own cock, you better start listening." another swift kick to his balls, and Zemo was nodding and begging for mercy.

"Yes, sir, I understand," he breathed.

"Good boy," a humiliating pat to his head like a dog was followed by the praise, and Bucky turned, walking to the side of the bedroom, and picked up a slab of thin wood, the perfect item to be used as a paddle. Bucky smacked the piece of wood into his palm, sounding it to Zemo, who hitched his breath up.

"Now, let's get this ass a little bit redder." Bucky annouced and placed the end of the makeshift paddle to his bare ass. He lightly tapped the skin, teasing Zemo, before pulling back and smacking it on his ass. Zemo screamed, yanking on the rope, his face turning bright red. The pain was excruciating, and with the tight bondage, Zemo had no where to go. Bucky pulled it back again and smacked the other cheek. No sooner did red marks appear on his ass, leaving distinct marks from the paddle, and bruises began to form, welts bringing blood to the skin.

He was going to be sore for the next month, and yet his cock was still dripping. A puddle of cumin had formed beneath him. a sticky, gooey puddle of his own sperm, and his cock was tingling. He desperately wanted to come; he needed to come to get rid of this tension and tease. But Bucky wasn't going to let him, not for at least a month.

smack upon smack upon smack. Bucky went full ham on his ass, which turned as red as Captain America's shield. There was no feeling in his ass now, just numbness from the harsh paddle. A few drops of blood had come to the surface and dripped down to his thighs. Zemo was breathing heavily, his fingers flexing and his toes curling. Sweat dripped down his face and back, the salty liquid stinging his wounds.

"What do you say, slut?" Bucky ordered, pressing a hard boot to his aching ass.

"Thank you, sir," he gritted through his teeth. Bucky grinned, giving a last slap to his ass and earning a wince from Zemo.

"Good boy, now let's get you ready for our flight." Zemo tried to look over his shoulder, but the tight bondage kept his head forward, and he swallowed. It was slightly frightening to hear what Bucky had said. 'Get him ready'? What could he possibly need to get ready for?

There was a clink behind him, and something cold touched his aching cock. Metal, smooth, and freezing cold. A metal sheaf was slid over his cock, the head poking out the end. A cold ring was placed around the base of his cock, holding the metal sheaf. Zemo hissed and squirmed as his balls were pushed into some sort of metal casing and locked tightly with a padlock.

"Really, James, a cage." Zemo tried to sound unbothered by the fact his aching cock was placed in a cruel chastity device, but a swift push to his bruised ass shut him up immediately.

"Well, if you weren't such a slut, then I wouldn't have to. I can't have you touching this cock that belongs to me. I own every part of your body, which means I decide when you come. I don't think I can trust you not to touch yourself, you fucking dirty whore." A sharp whisper to his ear made Zemo shiver and moan. He really was a dirty whore, enjoying every moment of this.

"And just to be sure," Bucky murmured, and suddenly a sharp pain radiated through his cock. Something slim and cold was sliding inside his ureathra.

"Ahhhhh," Zemo hissed, his body shaking, toes curling, and fists clenching as the slim rod plugged his hole and was locked to the rest of the cage. That was it. For the next month, he had no control over his poor little cock.

"There. That's better; now get dressed; we leave soon." A sharp smack to his ass brought him back to reality, and the pain in his ass came back all over again.

After dressing, Zemo waddled out into the main part of the hotel room, careful for his ass not to rub against his trousers and his cock aching in the cold metal cage. He winced and gritted his teeth together as he met with James and Sam in the middle of the room. He was clearly in pain, but he tried to keep the look off his face. Sam narrowed his eyes at him as Zemo looked so weak and flushed.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and Zemo swallowed.

"Yes, I'm fine; I just didn't get much sleep," he lied, and his eyes dashed to Bucky's, who scoffed.

"Well, we have a long flight, so you can sleep there," he said, and Zemo nodded. Sam grabbed his bag and headed out of the room. Zemo turned to follow, but a sharp tug on his arm yanked him back.

"You sit opposite me, and don't even think about trying to take that cage off in the bathroom; I have the key, and if you want even the slight taste of my cock, you're going to be a good boy for me," he smirked and whispered, and Zemo's face slightly brightened.

"Yes, Master," a sick smirk appeared on his face, and Bucky nodded to the door, yanking him to follow. This was going to be one long plane journey.

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Chapter 22 (non-con, dark themes, kind of smut. Mature)

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Weeks had passed in bliss.

One morning you woke up and decided you were going to stop being scared and start living life. Today was the day you were actually gonna run in the fresh air, you were gonna run around central park, somewhere you had only dreamed of visiting.

As you entered the kitchen you saw Tony and smiled. You raised your arms in the air and twirled.

“Well look at you,” he laughed " I didn’t even recognise you without your bracelet."

As you were drinking your smoothie and laughing with Scott, Bucky and Steve walked in hearing you making them stop in their tracks. They had never seen you so relaxed and happy.

You stood up and told Scott you would catch up with him later. You flung your glass into the dishwasher and walked past the two men whose jaws were open in astonishment.

You patted both their chest and exclaimed "Good morning boys."

As you sprinted up and down, you felt so proud of yourself. You were finally becoming the person you wanted to be. You stopped by your gym bag and took a large gulp of water admiring the beauty of the park, finally happy, finally free.

You felt a pain in your neck and you fell unconscious.

You felt a harsh slap to the face and you came too. When your vision focused you rolled your head and started to try and break free from the chair, tears streaming down your face.

As John bent down over you he stated “It's okay my darling wife. I know you lost your way but you are back with me now and we are going to forget about those two. We know it was just the serum that made them want you. But you know no one has ever wanted you but me. They just used you. I love you, not them. Come on look at you, you think anyone would want you. Sorry my love but they lied. I told you other men would do this to get back at me but you are not that beautiful." he smiled sympathetically.

Tears ran down your face and he spoke again “Now let's show them who you belong to” pointing to the camera and he rhymed your words to comply with him.

You struggled with all your energy. Please you thought please they love me they promised. But then you remembered nothing.

The next thing you knew John was thrusting into you proclaiming that his baby would be the one you gave birth to.

You’d lost count of how many times John hovered over you. You used to fight but now you were tired, and now you lay there dreaming of the life you once had. It had been over a month and James and Steve still hadn’t come to rescue you. That’s when you convinced yourself they had lied. It really had been just a game to them. John had even stopped using your words hoping that he could break you quicker.

But little did you know that the little red light didn’t mean only John was watching you or recording you. No, he was sending it live stream to the Avengers compound. He promised he would make Steve and Bucky finally see you were his and his alone.

Steve and Bucky were banned from the meeting room when John was trying to break you, and Natasha and Wanda were the only ones allowed to stay.

“Bucky, Steve, I know, but watching isn’t going to help you or her, or wrecking the compound isn't gonna help either” every team member would say nursing whatever wound they had gotten from one of the soldiers.

“Why the fuck are we always one step behind, why can’t find her, she’s gonna think we just abandoned her.” they would scream.

Then they got an unexpected tip. Zemo had sent a word to bucky. Stating that John was staying somewhere in Madripool.

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Expensive - Helmut Zemo (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: “Expensive” - Helmut Zemo (18+ MINORS DNI)

FANDOM: Marvel - “Falcon and The Winter Soldier”

CHARACTER: Helmut Zemo

MAIN PAIRING: Helmut Zemo + Female Reader

MAIN STORYLINE: Everyone has a vice…

Author’s Note: Hey! As a warning, this One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. This project is also dedicated to @norabrice1701. Thank you so much for helping out with my writer’s block, Nora! Happy reading and feedback would be greatly appreciated. - V. 💜

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2024

Eight years of both isolation and silence.

Despite dodging bullets and running out of the Brass Monkey Saloon with James and Sam, Zemo moved on, giving himself one chance to enjoy this semblance of freedom.

In truth, there was only a matter of time before the mission would slap him in the face with reality all over again.

He wouldn’t stay out for long.

Not long after saving lives in the dark, Sharon Carter threw a party, showing everyone from art dealers to other guests an opportunity to mingle and dance.

James and Sam cornered elsewhere, surely not moving on the dance floor or partaking in alcohol.

Soon after ordering another drink, Zemo turns and notices you standing with your own glass of champagne. He prefers whisky, taking careful sips regardless.

Meanwhile, you were different. You make a point to look at this man cautiously, like you’d seen him before.

Maybe. How could you forget this handsome face? You think to yourself.

He’s wearing his dark turtleneck, casted in blue lighting that strobes from the ceiling found overhead.

His skin pales through this aqua light, but his nearly amber eyes watch you as he peers over that whisky glass. Light brown hair falls out of place, showing one loose curl that angles by his forehead.

“I stopped drinking for good…” His voice rasps towards you, revealing accented English over booming music that plays out loud.

“That's great! You say, ironically lifting your glass of champagne and plotting a joke of your own. “Did the bartender find Apple Juice for you tonight?”

“No, Dear.” This possible stranger laughs for only a moment and the amazing sound nearly tickles your senses. He even sends a joke right back to you, lifting his own glass. “I drink for evil. This is whisky.”

“Good one. Cheers.” You clink glasses with him, celebrating tonight with this one man who has definitely caught your attention.

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After trading this conversation back and forth, you threw caution to the wind and conjured a dare, kissing him at the stroke of midnight.

You could hardly breathe when his lips first met yours, almost shaking and trying to step away in public before James and Sam could notice. Those men were his friends there, apparently.

You couldn’t leave him behind without “consequences.”

Bumps and stumbles echo your trail back to him later on.

Right now, you’re cornered in one guest bedroom, trapped by Helmut’s lips once again as this man holds your face with both hands.

He’s set one leg between your thighs, angling just right. You can already feel his clothed erection pulsing without fail.

In the middle of him kissing your neck and mouthing hickies that will bruise at dawn, you tremble speaking.

“Condom?” You struggle because it feels so good, but still try to remind him of safety for countless reasons.

“Yes.” Helmut pulls away from your beautiful skin during that one moment and nods, caressing your cheek as if you were the most stunning woman on Earth.

He smiles against your lips before taking out the condom and taking off his belt. Both of you keep nodding towards one another, absolutely sure that tonight would happen like this.

It’s almost precious, bonding with a stranger.

In anticipation you remove underwear, lace for the evening, and wrap both legs around his nude waist.

“Go.” You whisper, giving him full consent to line up with your entrace and plunge at last.

Obeying, Helmut listens, almost delicately filling you to the hilt.

“Do not get us caught.” He warns, lowering his tone through every lethal movement of those damn hips.

“Shit.” You nearly cried, clutching his shoulders of the turtleneck for balance somehow.

Since you can’t yell out loud in pleasure, he holds the back of your head, but uses that opposite hand to cover your whimpering mouth.

Before either one of you could speak again, warmth heats up all space found between your legs and thankfully reaches the condom.

“Shh…” Helmut calms this moment, not letting your feet reach the floor just yet as he continues holding you in place. Even still wearing the condom, he rests inside of you, silent.

His hair, now dishelved in the name of ecstasy, looks even darker through casting moonlight.

He breathes towards your neck, burying his nose as if to forget so much.

He wants to forget everything.

And yet, he can’t, even right now.

Regrettably, he pulls out to make you hollow and trashes the condom elsehwere, prompting you to readjust your clothes.

Of course Sharon won’t mind if you snuck out of this apartment, but Helmut returns from the bathroom and looks at you, peering those gorgeous brown eyes again.

“I should um… I should go.” Pointing near the door, you’re awkward now, sobering through lack of more alcohol and this strange mix of relief from sex.

“Of course.” Helmut nods, dressed once more and fairly opening the door for you like a gentleman.

Just seconds before you walk out the door and leave him for good, you hold these heels and stand up on your bare tip-toes, kissing Helmut’s cheek.

“Bye.” You smile, giving him one last farewell as the bedroom door closes.

When Helmut goes to sleep that night, this man dreams of you, content for once.

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hommoturttle · 2 years

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a Fanfic I'll Never Write

(a/n: i don't intend to really finish this, nor do i know where i was going with it. haha)

pairing: TFWS! Bucky x Reader

warnings: sexual content, bdsm aspects, alcohol, mild misogyny (you really have to squint), story starts in a very random place so I'm sorry if at first it doesn't make sense. let me know if I miss anything else also, this has NOT been beta read, i own up to all mistakes and incorrect grammar

"no. no! anyone but her!" bucky yelled at sam and Zemo holding his hands up to further prove his protest.

**********

the bar they walked into was loud. the way it was designed was like someone hadn't grown out of their 12 year old emo phase. black walls, floors and tables. the bar counter was the focal point with thousands of light up skulls that changed color with the music that was playing. fake spiderwebs and Victorian portraits hung on the walls with pictures of someone called BeetleJuice. "he looks like you before coffee" Sam mocked Zemo pointing to those pictures.

the patrons of this bar were also dressed in all black, a few had neon colored hair that Bucky had to remind himself this wasn't the 40's anymore. people had the right to look however they wanted, even if he still found unnatural hair colors weird.

surrounded by a crowd at the bar was the woman they were looking for. but what they saw her doing nearly gave bucky a heart attack. the poor old man that he was.

Y/N Y/L/N was topless laying titts up on the counter while some punk was pouring hot candle wax on her. the crowd was hollering and whistling in excitement. "has she always had her nipples pierced?" Zemo asked noone in particular. Bucky was this close to crushing his windpipe for staring at his girl.

just because he left her so she could live a life without his baggage didn't mean he had stopped thinking of her as his girl.

Y/N arched her back and stuck her tongue out. a different man poured his drink down her throat and tried to touch her without his permission. Bucky saw red, but before he could go play hero Y/N had sat up and started twisting that guy's arm behind him.

"did i give you permission to touch me? last i checked pet, i hadn't. you gonna make it up to me? how bout an apology." Y/N bit his ear and shoved him to the ground.

the man instantly fell to his knees, placing his hands on his thighs with his head facing downward. "forgive me mistress, i need to be punished so badly! let me please you!"

Sam and Bucky looked at each other in confusion. Zemo though looked like he had gotten what he wanted on Christmas morning.

Y/N cocked her head to the side and lifted her foot so it rested on the man's crotch. he whimpered and had a blissed out look on his face. "kiss it."

the man instantly did as she said kissing her foot with the utmost reverence. Y/N held her head up while looking at the man in disgust. she pushed him off her and slapped him across the face. "you're pathetic. a real man wouldn't be a spineless twat like you are now. strip and meet me on the stage pet. i feel like teaching you a lesson."

the crowd around the pair cheered with more hollering and whistles.

"what kind of bar did you say this was?" Zemo asked Sam seeing as how he was the one to bring the trio there.

"i..i was told it was an alternative bar. you know, for goths or something." Sam was stuttering and blushing slightly. Bucky never took his eyes off Y/N. he knew her too well. he could see she was just putting on a show, but wasn't really getting any enjoyment from being this dominant. he knew what kind of submissive she usually was. he had spent hours learning.

was it weird that thought brought him some comfort?

"come on" he told his awkward group as he made his way to the bar. there was a woman behind the bar with only a little more clothing on than Y/N. she had curly brown hair and harsh blue eyes that showed how unkind life had been. "what can i get you?"

she sounded exhausted and more than ready to go home.

"how often does she do this?" Bucky asked the woman, not wanting to waste her time even more so.

the woman gave him a small once over with an eyebrow raised, but didn't say what she was thinking.

"she's one of our regulars. she does this when she's pissed of about something usually. the wax thing is new though. not complaining about it, it's just new." the woman shrugged her shoulders. Bucky nodded.

"so, can i get you anything to drink or are just going to be pervy?"

"i'll have a Vodka Tonic if you would be so kind." Zemo ordered his drink. "and your name so that i don't feel like i'm disrespecting you madam."

the woman chuckled “you wouldn't be the first man. my name is Sami. i'll get that drink going for you." she turned to sam, "anything sound good?"

Sam ordered a beer but wasn't paying much attention to her. he was focused on Bucky wondering what was going through his head. bucky didn't want to see Y/N or bring her onto this mission. last he heard, the pair had a falling out caused by Bucky, but here he was staring at her like all he wants to do is take her in his arms and never let go. Y/N still hadn't noticed the trio, too busy hitting a poor, near naked man with a ridding crop on a stage for the whole bar to see. Sam just had to laugh at the scene.

just when he thought this was going to be a moment of calm in a world of crazy, Bucky started walking towards the stage and he didn't look happy.

"bucky! don't... you...don't!"

it was too late, the super soldier stood right in front of the dominatrix with a defiant look in his eye and his arms folding across his chest, metal arm shining in the lights. Sami the bartender thought he looked equal parts dangerous and sexy. Sam just thought he looked stupid.

Y/N though....

Y/N thought he looked beautiful. all rough, dark, and commanding. it didn't take away the hurt though and that pissed her off.

Y/N jumped of the stage to stand right in front of him, one had murder in their eyes, the other possession. "what the fuck are you doing here Barnes?" Y/N's voice sounded like pure venom.

Bucky gave a soft, sad smile. "it's good to see you too doll."

*****

after that awkward reunion, everyone sat down in a corner booth of the bar away from prying ears and leering eyes. Y/N still hadn't put a shirt back on. Bucky swore this woman was gonna be the death of him. "so let me get this straight, you break him out of a high security prison,"

Zemo had the nerve to smile.

"you thought you made the right choice in giving up the shield, so now it's in the hands of the human version of moldy blue cheese,"

Sam folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

"and you still can't look me in the eyes, but you want my help with 'terrorists gone wild'."

Bucky stared at the table even harder.

"we understand that we're asking a lot from you Y/N, but we could really use your help." Sam tried pleading with her, though he wasn't happy with what she said.

Y/N sighed and leaned back in her seat, rolled her head side to side to try cracking her neck. it didn't work unfortunately.

"I’m in. but lets get one thing straight,"

she turned to look at Bucky. "after this, don't ever think of pushing me away again to hurt yourself further." Bucky finally met her eye and saw her big (Y/E/C) eyes filled with anger, concern, and love. how a woman like her could ever love a broken shell like him, he'd never understand.

"I promise." those words were barely spoken over a whisper, but they were felt like bombs.

Sam, and even Zemo, felt like they the uninvited 3rd wheel intruding on a moment they weren't supposed to be.

"Sami! mind pouring me a drink to go?" Y/N called out.

Sami rolled her eyes but had a soft caring smile on her face as she grabbed the rum behind her. "you owe me!"

TAGLIST: @buckle-up-buttercups @whovianhalfblood @gideonknave @roulu @itsbobbi

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thecoldsoldiers · 29 days

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💰 Loki Steve Zemo

💰 - rob a bank with, hide a body with, rat out to the cops.

“Rob a bank with Loki, from what I heard he’d be good at that. Hide a body with Zemo because I know he’s used to that and rat Steve out to the cops because he’d probably get a slap on the wrist for it anyway.”

#anon #Bucky answers

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 56)

Summary: With you and the rest of the team locked in the raft, its up to Steve and Bucky to stop Zemo

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence! ANGST! Secretary Ross! Physical Interrogation tactic!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 56: Mission Report: December 16th 1991

You sat in the corner of your cell, knees brought up to your chest, arms wrapped tightly around your legs, head rested against the wall. You knew that they would take you all to prison, you didn’t expect it to be the Raft.

As soon as you arrived they dragged you into an interrogation room. Demanding information from you. They kept you for hours not caring how tired you were, the collar around you not only draining your powers but your energy levels too.

You remained silent the entire time, trying to not give in to the goading and attempts to unsettle you. However, there was only so much you could take before you snapped.

“I am not telling you a fucking thing!” you growl “So give up this pathetic power parade and move on to-” your words were ripped from your mouth when you felt an electric shock through your neck.

Once it stopped you looked back at the guards who were smirking “oh you like the new upgrade?” He asks holding up a small remote.

“Since we knew how feisty you can get, we thought we’d install something to keep you in line” he explains a sickening grin spreading across his face.

You didn’t say anything, just glared over at the man. He smirked leaning over the table and getting right up into your personal space.

“What’s wrong sugar? Cat got your tongue?” He smirks.

You respond by spitting in his face. He recoils in disgust before slapping you across the face with the back of his hand. You turn your head back towards him smirking victoriously, however it was short-lived when he activated the shock collar once more.

“Crazy bitch, take her back to her cell” he orders as he wipes the spit from his face.

From that point onwards you refused to speak to anyone. Not that you really wanted to. Your mind was still reeling from the events at the airport. Constantly worrying about Steve and Bucky and whether they’d be able to stop the doctor. Worrying about whether Rhodey was okay.

“Finally where you all belong,” Ross says as he walks into the room containing all your cells.

You glance over to see him walking around inspecting all the cells “don’t say I didn’t warn you” he sighs.

He pauses when he reaches your cell “I’ve been told you’ve been difficult for the guards” he says looking down at you.

“Steve will kill you when he finds out you hurt her” Sam warns making Ross look over his shoulder at him.

“I’m not worried about that, soon he’ll be here with you, reunited, maybe if you play your cards right we’ll let you share a cell,” Ross says sending an insincere smile your way.

“Modern-day Bonnie and Clyde, just be glad it didn’t end the same way” Ross smirks.

Ross’s tirade gets interrupted by his phone ringing. As he picks it up you hear him talking about Tony and you feel sick to your stomach. Turning your head away from him and everyone else.

“Hey, you okay?” You heard Sam ask once Ross was gone.

You didn’t answer. You didn’t trust yourself nor your emotions. You knew they were watching you at all times looking for a sign of weakness that they could exploit. Even if yours was Steve, you were damn well sure you wouldn’t let them know that.

“Steve will be okay, he’s not gonna let Ross get to him or Bucky,” Sam tells you.

Hours passed and you still didn’t speak, just listening in to the hushed whispers of your broken team around you. You only looked up when you heard the door open, glancing over you saw Tony making you look straight down unable to look at him.

You hear Clint clapping sarcastically as Tony walked around looking at all of you in your cells.

“The futurist, gentlemen! The futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what’s best for you, whether you like it or not” Clint calls out sarcastically.

“Give me a break Barton” Tony sighs as he walks over “I have no idea they’d put you here, come on”

“Yeah well, you knew they’d put us somewhere Tony” Clint points out.

“Yeah but not some super-max floating ocean pokey,” Tony says glancing around “this place is for maniacs, this place is for…”

“Criminals?” Clint finishes as he stands up “criminals Tony, think that’s the words you’re looking for, right? That didn’t use to mean me or Sam, or Y/N, but here we are”

“Because you broke the law, I didn’t make you” Tony sighed “you read it you broke it, 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?”

“You gotta watch your back with this guy, there’s a chance he’s gonna break it,” Clint says as Tony walks away towards your cell.

“Hank Pym always said never can trust a Stark,” Scott says as Tony passes past his cell.

“Who are you?” Tony asks simply glancing at Scott as he approached your cell

“Hey,” Tony says when he pauses by your cell.

You don’t respond turning yourself away from him.

“She won’t talk, she hasn’t said a word since we’ve gotten here,” Sam tells Tony.

Tony sighs walking away from your cell and towards Sam’s “how’s Rhodes?” Sam asks when Tony reaches him.

“They’re flying him to Columbia medical tomorrow, so fingers crossed” Tony sighs.

“What do you need? They feed you yet?” Tony asks making Sam scoff.

“You’re the good cop now?” Sam asks him.

“I’m the guy who needs to know where Steve went,” Tony tells him.

“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 or any of us” Sam states.

“Well I just knocked the A out of their AV, we got about 30 seconds before they realise it’s not their equipment,” Tony says making you look up and over in surprise.

“Just look because that is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes, clearly I made a mistake, Sam I was wrong” Tony admits.

“That’s a first” Sam remarks.

“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 says before Sam interrupts.

“Hey it’s all right,” Sam says before sighing “look I’ll tell you but you have to go alone and as a friend”

“Easy” Tony agrees.

“It’s a base in Siberia, it's where Bucky was kept when he was the winter soldier, I don’t have the exact coordinates though” Sam sighs.

“61.0137 North, 99.1967 East” you say finally, deciding to trust Tony.

“Thank you, and look I’ll try and get you guys somewhere better once this is all over,” Tony says before heading out.

The rest of you didn’t dare speak, uncertain whether the audio was still knocked out or not. You just hoped you hadn’t made a mistake trusting Tony. You didn’t want to make a bad situation any worse.

The jet was completely silent. Steve sighed as he thought about you and the rest of the team. He hated that he had to leave you all, he really hated that you stayed too. He wished he fought more and made sure you were beside or in front of him.

He knew what was going to happen. You’d all be arrested and thrown in some jail cell while Ross tried to hunt him down. He knew both Clint and Scott had families, he knew what they’d do to you and Wanda, and he didn’t stop it.

The only thing keeping him from turning the jet around was Bucky and the Doctor. He had to stop the doctor from getting to the other winter soldiers. He had to clear Bucky’s name. It was only after he’d done that, could he help the rest of the team. Either way, he was determined to get you out as soon as he could.

“What’s gonna happen with your friends?” Bucky asks quietly making Steve sigh and shake his head.

“Whatever it is… I’ll deal with it” Steve sighs.

“I don’t know if I’m worth all this Steve” Bucky admits quietly.

Steve sighs looking over his shoulder at bucky “what you did all those years it wasn’t you, you didn’t have a choice” Steve tells him.

“I know” Bucky sighs “but I did it”

“But you didn’t want to, that’s the important thing. You know one of the best things Y/N did for me was to see Steve and Cap as two separate entities. Bucky Barnes and The Winter Solider are not the same person either, never have, never will be” Steve tells him as he looks back out the front of the jet, Bucky not giving him any repose.

A few hours later they arrived at the Siberian base. As they landed Steve could see the truck the doctor must have used. He just hoped they’d arrived with enough time to stop him.

“You can borrow some of Nat’s gear,” Steve tells Bucky nodding to the compartment labelled with her name.

Bucky nods his head opening it and grabbing out a large gun with a sigh. Steve grabs his shield glancing down at the scratch marks now embedded in the metal before slinging it onto his back. Bucky comes to stand beside him as the jet door opens. Steve glances over at him to see the trepidation on his face, a memory from their past popping into his head.

“You remember that time we had to ride back from Rockaway beach in the back of that freezer truck?” Steve asks looking over at Bucky.

“Was that the time we used our train money to buy hot dogs?” Bucky recalls a small smile playing on his lips.

“You blew three bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a redhead” Steve chuckles.

“What was her name again?” Bucky asks.

“Dolores, you called her Dot,” Steve tells him with a small smile.

“She’s gotta be a hundred years old right now” Bucky chuckles.

“So are we, pal” Steve reminds him with a smile, putting his hand on his shoulder and squeezing it.

Steve then grabs his helmet and puts it on before they make their way out of the jet and towards the base. As they approached the door, they could see that it had been left wide open.

“He can’t have been here more than a few hours,” Steve says.

“Long enough to wake them up” Bucky sighs as they make their way inside.

Once inside Bucky led Steve over to the elevator that would take them down into the base. As the elevator descended Steve looked over at Bucky to see his jaw clenched. Steve gives him a nod to ensure he was okay, the memories of this place no doubt haunting him.

Once the elevator stopped they moved out gun and shield at the ready. Bucky led Steve through the base, checking every corridor to ensure there wasn’t someone waiting to pounce.

As they began to climb some stairs their heard a large thud behind them. Steve quickly turned around, shield held up protecting the both of them. Bucky’s gun was trained on the door that was slowly opening.

“You ready?” Steve asks.

“Yeah” Bucky responds.

To their surprise it was neither the doctor nor the winter soldiers, it was Tony in his Iron man suit. Steve cautiously lowered his shield as Tony began to walk over.

“You seem a little defensive” Tony comments.

“It’s been a long day,” Steve says as he walks over.

“At ease soldier I’m not currently after you” Tony calls out over to Bucky.

“Then why are you here?” Steve questions.

“Could be your story’s not so crazy, maybe” Tony shrugs “Ross has no idea I’m here I’d like to keep it that way, otherwise I gotta arrest myself”

“Well that sounds like a lot of paperwork,” Steve says before full lowering his shield.

“And I usually leave all that to you,” Tony says making Steve let out a huff of a laugh

“It’s good to see you Tony,” Steve says nodding over to Tony.

“Me too cap” Tony agrees before looking over at Bucky “hey Manchurian candidate, you’re killing me. There’s a truce here you can drop”

Steve gestures over to Bucky, reassuring him that it was okay.

“Right then let’s go hunt this so-called doctor down” Tony sighs.

The three of them continue making their way through the large baes. Tony using his suit to search out for heat signatures.

“How did you know we were here?” Steve asks him quietly.

“Y/N told me” Tony answers glancing over his shoulder at him.

“How is she?” Steve asks.

“She’s okay, quiet but okay,” Tony tells him, Steve nodding his head in understanding.

As they round a corner the corridor opens up into a much larger room “I got heat signatures” Tony announces.

“How many?” Steve asks.

“Uh, one” Tony says as he continues to scan.

As they step into the room the lights turn on the reveal the chambers and the winter soldiers still inside them. Steve glances around confused, he would have expected them to be activated by now.

“If it’s any comfort, they died in their sleep,” Zemo says over the speakers.

As they walk further into the room Steve was able to see the bullet wounds in each of the soldier’s heads.

“Did you really think I wanted more of you? I’m grateful to them though they brought you here” Zemo continues the light in the room turning on to illuminate his face.

Steve instantly throws his shield at the glass, but it bounces off without even making a scratch.

“Please Captain, the soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch blast of UR-100 rockets,” Zemo says with a condescending tone.

“I’m betting I could beat that” Tony calls out as the three of them start walking over.

“Oh I’m sure you could Mr Stark, given time, but then you’d never know why you came” Zemo points out.

“You killed innocent people in Vienna just to bring us here?” Steve asks as he walks right up to the window to face Zemo.

“I’ve thought about nothing else for over a year, I studied you, I followed you, but now that you’re standing here, I just realised there’s a bit of green in the blue of your eyes, how nice to find a flaw” Zemo smiles.

At that moment Steve’s mind went to you. The memory of you smiling, cupping his cheek as you told him about the green flecks in his eyes, and how much you loved them. Pushing the thought back Steve focused on Zemo, recognising his accent.

“You’re Sokovian, is that what this is about?” Steve asks.

“Sokovia was a failed state long before you blew it to hell, no, I’m here because I made a promise,” Zemo tells him.

“You lost someone?” Steve asks knowing the death toll in Sokovia was much higher than in their other battles.

“I lost everyone” Zemo spits “and so will you”

Steve watches as Zemo hits a button and the computer screen beside Steve flickers to life. He glances over at Zemo unsure as to what he was doing.

“An empire toppled by its enemies can rise again, but one which crumbled from within? That’s dead. Forever” Zemo says as Steve and Tony walked over to the monitor.

Tony doing a double take “I know that road” he mutters “what is this?” He then shouts out to Zemo.

Zemo doesn’t answer and when Steve looks back at the screen, he sees a car appear in the shot. Crashing into a nearby tree. Someone on a motorbike then appears pulling up behind the car.

Steve glances over at Bucky starting to put the pieces together. He knew that Tony’s parents died in a car crash in ’91. He remembered how Zola told him that it wasn’t an accident. He had hoped it wasn’t Bucky, but the footage was telling him otherwise.

Steve could hear Maria calling out to Howard. Howard looked up at Bucky as he held onto his head before Bucky punched him hard enough to kill him. Dragging his lifeless body back to the car before rounding it to kill Maria.

Steve glanced over at Tony as the video ended with a clear shot of Bucky shooting the camera. He could see the rage building inside him. In all the years of knowing Tony and all the arguments they had, Steve had never seen him this angry.

Steve grabs hold of him as he goes to make a move on Bucky “No Tony” he says holding him back.

Tony looks back over at him before meeting his eyes “did you know?” Tony says his voice filled with anger, barely above a whisper.

Steve pauses for a moment trying to find the right words, to still be honest but not make the situation worse.

“I didn’t know it was him,” he tells him.

It technically was true. Steve didn’t know for certain that it was Bucky until that moment, he had always suspected it though.

“Don’t bullshit me Rogers, did you know?” Tony hisses catching Steve out in his white lie.

“Yes” Steve admits, and Tony pushes himself away, looking over at Steve completely betrayed.

Tony drops his head nodding slightly and for a moment Steve thought that maybe his anger wouldn’t get the better of him. Meaning he didn’t expect the uppercut that sent him tumbling backwards to the floor.

As he gets back up, he can see Tony pinning Bucky down, aiming his gauntlet at his face. Steve quickly throws his shield at Tony, distracting him enough to allow Steve to run over and push him back off of bucky.

Tony quickly recovers flying back towards Steve and knocking him back. As he hit the ground Tony fired restraints at his ankles pinning his feet together. He quickly sat up spotting Tony and bucky fighting, Tony aimed a small projectile at Bucky but he moves his arm, so it misses hitting the side of the bunker causing part of it to collapse.

Steve manages to free himself from the restraints and runs back over dodging the falling debris. Once it had all settled, he spotted Tony had been pinned down by some of it while he and Bucky remained free.

“Get out of here!” Steve shouts over to Bucky.

Bucky thankfully listens and starts running. When Steve spots Tony following him jumps in the way stopping him. The blast roof above them and Steve sees Tony prepare to fly up. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to catch up to him Steve tried one last attempt to negotiate with him.

“It wasn’t him Tony,” Steve tells him “Hydra had control of his mind!”

“Move!” Tony shouts.

“It wasn’t him!” Steve argues back grabbing Tony’s foot as he flew past.

As he held Tony back, he hit the bottom of his foot with his shield trying to disable the thrusters. Tony however manages to get free using a laser to block the passage behind him.

Cursing to himself he ran back and started climbing after Bucky, using all of his strength to climb as fast as he could. He manages to get there just as Tony fired a projectile at Bucky, using his shield to protect the both of them, and blasting Tony back and down the cavern.

“He’s not gonna stop, go,” Steve says to Bucky as he helps him up.

Bucky nods before jumping onto the platform above them. Steve turns back towards Tony grabbing the grappling hook from his belt. He then jumps down firing it at Tony as he passed, managing to loop it around the neck, dragging Tony down with him.

They managed to fall a good distance but stop when Tony hit a platform, the grappling hook coming loose. Steve throws his shield trying to stop Tony from firing but Tony hits it away and it falls down the gap to the floor below.

Unable to do anything Steve watches as Tony fires a missile at the hinge to the blast roof, causing it to fall back down and block Bucky’s escape. Tony flies up and grabs hold of Bucky, putting him in a chokehold. As Tony steps off the platform to fly Bucky down to the floor Steve jumps out tackling them mid-air. A tactic that works to get Tony to drop Bucky but leaves Steve and Tony falling to the ground.

Steve groans as he hits the floor rolling for a moment before coming to a stop. He pushes himself up onto his feet turning to see Tony standing on the level above him.

“This isn’t gonna change what happened,” Steve says as he catches his breath.

“I don’t care, he killed my mom” Tony mutters, venom dripping in his voice.

Tony then flies over to tackle Steve but Steve punches him away. The two of them exchange blows. Steve tries his best to disable Tony’s suit while also pulling his punches. Despite everything, he didn’t want to hurt Tony.

Tony manages to flip Steve onto his back and starts trying to punch him, Steve barely moving his head out of the way each time. Tony managed to land a couple of punches. Tony however is soon pushed off of Steve as Bucky hits him in the back with Steve’s shield.

With the two of them, they manage to get the upper hand over Stark, even getting him down onto his knees. But Tony manages to blast Steve in the stomach blasting him back into the wall and onto the floor. This wasn’t the first time Tony had done this in the years of knowing each other, but this was the first time he’d used full capacity.

Steve lay there groaning as he slowly managed to push himself up, his body telling him to stop but he wasn’t going to. Not while Bucky was still in danger. As he got to his knees his vision was still slightly blurred as he saw Bucky try and pull the arc reactor out of Tony’s suit. He blinked, his vision clearing as Tony blasted Bucky back, blasting his metal arm completely off. As Bucky pushed himself up onto his knees Tony blasted him in the back knocking him back down.

Steve felt rage build up inside and he pushed himself to his feet and ran over, using his shield to protect himself from the blasts. Steve manages to push Tony back against the wall and tries to continue what bucky started, to disarm the arc reactor and stop Tony. Steve landed punch after punch, hitting Tony with his shield.

As he went to hit Tony once more, Tony reacted grabbing Steve’s shield and startling Steve. Taking advantage of the fact Steve was distracted Tony blasted Steve’s shield out of his hand before blasting him back across the room. Steve had only just gotten to his feet when Tony attacked again. Tony punched him across the face soon followed by an uppercut, finishing with a blast to the stomach knocking Steve to his knees.

“He’s my friend,” Steve says as he looked back up at Tony panting.

“So was I” Tony muttered before punching him twice across the jaw.

Steve coughed, spitting up blood before Tony grabbed him and threw him into the nearby pillars.

“Stay down, final warning,” Tony tells him as Steve pushes himself up slowly using the pillar as support.

Steve raises his fist, a little unsteady on his feet as he prepared himself “I could do this all day” he pants.

Tony raises his gauntlet but before he has a chance to fire Bucky grabs hold of his leg distracting him. Tony turns to kick bucky in the head, and as he does Steve grabs hold of Tony lifting him above his head. He throws Tony to the ground before climbing on top to pin him down.

He punches Tony on the head, part of the helmet breaking as he does so. He then grabs his shield to use that instead, before ripping the mask off of Tony’s face. Steve raises his shield one last time and brings it down on the arc reactor. Stopping as he feels the suit power down, pushing himself off of Tony.

As he stands he pulls his shield out of Tony’s suit and puts it back on his arm. He gives Tony one last look before walking over to Bucky, and pulling him up from the ground.

“That shield doesn’t belong to you, you don’t deserve it, my father made that shield!” Tony calls out as Steve walks away.

Steve pauses in his steps, his mind clearing. He knew after all of this there was no way he could be a free man anymore. He would spend the rest of his life on the run. Steve Rogers was a criminal, but Captain America wasn’t. And it was true, Howard made this shield, who better to leave it with than his son? Steve had no use for it anymore, he was done being Captain America.

He let out a deep sigh before dropping the shield. The sound of the metal hitting the ground reverberated around them. He glanced over at Bucky before carrying him out of the building and back to the jet. Unsure where to go next.

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NEED to read zemo/bucky/reader and I feel like you would nail it!!!! maybe with 98?? LOVE YOU J.D!!!!!!!!

oh my god I haven't written a threesome in SO LONG and of course this turned into a whole oneshot UGH. oops

98: "what happens next in your fantasy?"

warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!!!), threesome, oral m and f receiving, spitroast, overstimulation, hair pulling, slapping, degradation and praise, brief mention of smoking?, basically just nastiness with almost no plot at all!!

word count: 4.4k

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"I shouldn't have said anything, okay?" you whined, hoping he'd drop the subject-- and Zemo walked in right then, which seemed like the perfect opportunity to change the topic.

"What shouldn't you have said?" Zemo pressed, and you sighed.

"It's-- it's nothing," you shook your head, "I just had a really weird dream last night."

"About?"

You wanted to end it there, but Bucky had to chime in, of course. "Let's just say, this dusty old apartment was getting to see some action for the first time in a few decades," he informed Zemo proudly, who smiled knowingly and continued his walk to the kitchen.

"Ah," Zemo nodded, "I see."

"I swear, I've never had a dream about you like that before," you explained to Bucky.

"I wouldn't take it too personally, James," Zemo suggested as he poured himself some tea. "The subconscious is a completely unpredictable place. We can dream about almost anything, whether or not we desire it in waking life."

"Well, see, that's the weird part," you admitted, shifting nervously in the chair as Bucky stared at you. "You were there, too."

That took his attention away from the tea, certainly; he set down the kettle and came back into the sitting area, leaving his cup behind. "Still, many people believe dreams have meaning... I happen to be one of those people," he added.

"You didn't mention that before," Bucky frowned at you.

"Well, I was going to..."

"I was there, doing what?" Zemo pressed.

"Sitting in the corner reading Machiavelli," you joked. "No, you were, you know... part of it..."

"How was it?" Zemo asked instantly, getting yours and Bucky's eyes on him then.

"Huh?"

"In the dream, having both of us," he clarified, "did you enjoy the experience?"

"U-um, I mean, I don't really remember..." you coughed.

"I don't think that's true," Zemo grinned. "You're wearing it on your face now— is that why you couldn't look at me this morning in the hallway?"

Your face got warmer. "Do I normally look at you?" you deflected.

"More than you realize," he answered cryptically.

"So, it was good," Bucky assumed. "It's obvious, you can just admit it."

You did hesitate, biting on one of your nails, but you nodded, and they both smiled. "Yeah, it was... it was really good..."

"Which one of us was better?" Bucky wondered. "It was me, right?"

"You were... I don't know, you were just different," you shrugged.

"Ugh, that's such a cop-out," Bucky rolled his eyes. "Don't be afraid to hurt his feelings."

"No, really— it's hard to compare," you insisted. "You were sort of, you know, sensitive and... patient, and you—" you looked at Zemo— "were kind of... intense."

Zemo smirked. "I've been told that before, actually. I mean, by people who got the real experience."

Bucky looked with a concerned expression over his shoulder at Zemo. You found yourself biting your lip for a moment.

"I know you won't answer this question, but I have to ask," Zemo began, "did you climax?"

"Oh god," you whined, hiding your face behind your hands.

"See? She did," Zemo smiled, maybe wider than you'd ever seen. "Perhaps even more than once."

"Please shut up," you groaned.

"Holy shit," Bucky smirked, "you really liked it, huh?

"What do you say, James?" Zemo prompted, looking at Bucky, and making you get a little wide-eyed. "Shouldn't we give the girl what she wants?

"Isn't that, uh— I mean, wouldn't that be... weird?" Bucky stammered, cheeks flushing.

"You're so sheltered," Zemo mocked with a small laugh. "Sharing a partner is very thrilling when the correct amount of trust is involved."

"Wait, wait— it was just a dream, I wasn't, you know, suggesting it," you explained nervously.

"I know," Zemo replied, "I am."

There was a tense pause, where all you could hear was your own beating heart.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Zemo offered, “I know it’s a strange thing to say. Just come here, darling.”

Though your legs were shaking, you got up off the chair and approached him slowly. He met you in the middle, reaching up to quickly caress your jaw when you were close enough. Bucky seemed to watch the whole thing in disbelief. “I-I’ve never—” you began.

“It’s alright,” Zemo assured you softly, “I won’t judge you, or mock you— there’s nothing wrong with what you want.”

You nodded slightly, another form of silent permission, and he leaned in to kiss you— gentle at first, but strong enough to make your knees feel a little weak. He deepened it quickly, putting a hand at your waist as his tongue began to tease your lips… but just when you pressed into him, ready for more, he pulled away. He smirked at the way you leaned forward for a moment, but then he looked over at Bucky— you couldn’t quite read his expression, perhaps a bit of disbelief and… more than a decent share of arousal.

He stood up, and stepped up to you two, and you could tell he was in over his head— but you pulled him closer by his shirt, sighing as your hand felt his chest through the black fabric. “I— I’m not sure how to—” he mumbled.

“Me either,” you smiled, “just kiss me, Bucky…”

He did, though he seemed slightly less confident about it. What started as a shy and soft kiss turned into something more almost instantly— something hungry. He pulled you closer by your waist, he slipped his tongue into your mouth; it was clear, somehow, that he had been waiting for this chance for longer than you realized.

You gasped into Bucky’s kiss when you felt Zemo’s lips on your neck. There were four hands on you, running over your body, and you were struggling to keep track of which belonged to who…

Zemo pulled you off of Bucky and spun you around, kissing you roughly again. He was less careful this time, and he was reaching up under your shirt as well; you whimpered a bit, arching your back instinctively and pushing your ass into Bucky’s— oh fuck, he was hard. You couldn’t believe how worked up you were already.

Zemo groped at your chest, purring as he tweaked a nipple between his fingers. You whined and pressed your legs together, feeling him smile before he broke away to look at you with a sparkle in his eye.

“So sensitive,” he praised as he pushed your shirt up to get a good look at you; he sighed at the sight, both hands cupping your breasts and massaging them carefully. “You’re so beautiful…”

When his hands moved down, Bucky’s took their place; you shivered a little at the metal hand’s cool touch, but it was actually more of a relief than anything considering how hot you’d become. He was a little more aggressive with the way he touched your tits— if not quite rough. He was panting in your ear as he held and rubbed them; and Zemo was already pulling your pajama shorts down, exposing you even further… god, why did it turn you on so much.

“Look at you,” Zemo praised with a sigh, running his hands up and down your body. “I know you must be so wet already, darling, look how desperate you are… you’ve been wet since you woke up from that naughty dream, haven’t you?”

You didn’t have to answer— he was already putting his hand between your legs, exploring your folds, both of you groaning at how slick and sticky you were. “Fuck, I can hear it,” Bucky noticed, and you clenched inside as he said it.

Zemo gently pushed a finger into you— but you were so wet it didn’t even feel like a push, it felt like your hole just sucked him in. He was looking right into your eyes as he did it, but that was a little too much to handle for you, mentally, so you let your eyes fall shut just before he slipped the finger back out again.

"Feel inside her, James," Zemo encouraged, "she's so warm."

Bucky sighed, rubbing his fingers around your entrance. "I-I'm going to," he mumbled in your ear, "but... not 'cause he told me to or anything."

You whined when two vibranium fingers pushed inside you, making you lean back against Bucky while Zemo’s hands pushed your shirt up even higher, giving him better access to put his mouth on your tits. “F-fuck,” you sighed, putting a hand on the back of Zemo’s head as he swirled his tongue around your nipple— he was incredibly, annoyingly good at that, but then again, so was Bucky with the way he gently opened you up with his fingers. “Oh my god, just like that,” you panted.

“Who are you talking to?” Bucky wondered.

“Both of you,” you whined, “fuck, don’t stop.”

Zemo moved his mouth to your other nipple, suckling harder at it, making your hips rock on Bucky’s fingers; and Bucky growled approvingly, starting to thrust them a little more confidently inside you. “I can’t believe you didn’t soak through those shorts, doll,” Bucky whispered in your ear, “you’re drenched. You wanted this that bad?”

You could only nod dreamily, too lost in the feeling.

Though you weren’t sure how they coordinated it, they both stopped touching you at the same time; you whined quietly, clenching inside as you longed for either of their fingers to fill you again.

“Take the rest of it off,” Zemo instructed you— but it wasn’t too firm, more just a… friendly suggestion. “Let us see all of you.”

Stepping out of your shorts that had fallen to the floor and pulling your shirt up over your head, you tried to fight the urge to cover yourself— after all, here you were naked in Zemo’s living room, with two fully clothed men eyeing you up and down. It was hard not to feel… scrutinized.

"What happens next in your fantasy?" Zemo purred.

"I-it's not my fantasy, it was just a dream," you insisted.

"Then let me ask you another way: what happens now?"

Instead of answering with words, you simply sank down to your knees in front of them, keeping eye contact with Zemo as you started to open his belt.

The smug look on his face should’ve driven you crazy, but it only pushed you further; Bucky, thankfully, seemed to get the idea of what was going on and began to open his belt and jeans for you. You loved his eagerness, even if the way Zemo seemed content to just let you do all the work was a turn-on, too.

Soon enough, there were two hard cocks in front of you. Just the idea of that was already intimidating— but both of them, at eye-level, was actually nearly overwhelming. You took hold of them both, stroking slowly to try to wrap your head around this as easily as you could wrap your hands around them.

Not sure where to start, you did a mental coin toss and found yourself leaning towards Zemo first, wrapping your mouth around his tip and letting your eyes fall shut. Zemo hummed, pushing your hair back as you bobbed your head. You only sucked him for a few seconds before switching over to Bucky, though you tried to keep a hand stroking each one while you moved back and forth.

It felt filthy and strange and surreal, but your biggest concern was that you were going to get so wet you’d start dripping onto the floor or something.

Yes, you’d watched porn like this before, but you never really thought you’d end up doing it— especially with these two. You felt pretty comfortable assuming they never thought this would happen, either… but they got into it shockingly quickly: soon, you weren’t even the one deciding where you went, they simply got more and more impatient and began to guide you back and forth. You blinked your eyes open a few times to look up at them, but in the end you found yourself totally lost in it, just leaving your mouth open them and letting them take turns fucking it until you weren’t sure who was who anymore.

Not much was said (least of all by you, with your mouth full) aside from a few mumbled curses here and there— except for one moment, where Zemo seemed to mutter to Bucky: “I don’t think she expected to like this so much.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong. You were drooling, with tears striping your face— a side effect from repeatedly choking on both of them— and you were nearly desperate enough to rub yourself

Though you weren’t sure how or when Zemo had gotten in your head like this, you had to admit it was convenient right now; “You want more, don’t you?” he noticed, and all you had to do was nod before they pulled you up to your feet. Zemo bent you over quickly, before you’d even really found your balance, and stood behind you.

You gasped as Zemo’s cock slid inside you suddenly, holding on tight to Bucky’s arms for balance— immediately you were rocked forward with hard, needy thrusts.

“God, she’s so fucking wet,” Zemo hissed. You hadn’t really heard him talk quite like that before…

You groaned at the feeling, amazed at how easily he fit inside, but clearly all the anticipation had prepared you well. Bucky only let you have a second to adjust before he shoved your head back down and pushed his cock into your waiting mouth. You were happy to oblige, though, and sucked him even more eagerly than before with fast bobs of your head and more pressure from your tongue.

Bucky’s fingers tangled into your hair, and his hips pushed forward to fuck deeper into your throat; you heard him groan, but it was muffled as he bit his lip. You gagged, and they both moaned lowly. “I can feel when you choke on him,” Zemo informed you with a grunt, “your little cunt squeezes me tighter.”

It must have been Zemo’s hand that slid up your spine and held onto your shoulder— it must have been Bucky that reached down to feel your tits— but if was your hand that ended up between your legs, rubbing your clit quickly simply because you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.

“So desperate,” Zemo mocked— or praised, maybe? The difference was hard to define. “You want to come?”

You hummed in agreement around Bucky’s cock, before he forced you to choke on it again. You never expected him to be so aggressive, nor how much it would make you crave even more.

“If you want a turn with her, James, you’d better take it now,” Zemo offered, voice thin as he tried to catch his breath. “Any more of that and I won’t be able to stop myself again.”

Bucky roughly pulled you off of Zemo and sat back on the couch, turning you around to face away from him and pulling you into his own lap; that doll nickname felt a bit more literal when he tossed you around so easily.

You gasped as Bucky slid inside, and moaned as you realized you could so easily feel the difference between them. “Fuck!” you cried out loudly, louder than you really meant to, as Bucky instantly began bouncing you on top of him; you were trying to move with him, but he was so much stronger and basically just using you however he wanted… it made you moan even more and roll your eyes back in your head as you realized that. “Fuck, Bucky, oh my god—”

“See how much louder she screams for me?” Bucky grinned.

“That’s because her mouth isn’t full this time,” Zemo countered with a laugh. “That can be corrected.”

Bucky was certainly much more… impatient in the way he fucked you; Zemo, meanwhile, was as controlled as ever as he guided you to lean forward, gently opened your mouth, and slid just his leaking head inside. He purred as you suckled at the tip, looking up at him with watering eyes.

“Can you taste yourself?” Zemo asked you with a smile, humming when you nodded around him. “You really soaked me, darling— I expect you to be a good girl and clean all that off.”

You moaned at the praise and took him deeper into your mouth, using your tongue to lick up every drop of your own wetness off of him. You surprised even yourself with how shameless you were, pulling your mouth off to run your tongue over him instead, moaning as you licked him clean.

Bucky fucked up faster into you until you could barely focus on the task before you, but you still found a way: you kept Zemo’s cock in your mouth and let him hold your head, keeping you steady while Bucky moaned louder and thrusted harder.

You moaned more and more around Zemo until he pulled you away and you gasped instantly. “Tell me how it feels,” he demanded harshly, holding your head up by your hair.

“So good,” you yelped, “it’s so fucking good!”

He surprised you with a slap across the face, but you moaned right away. “Fucking whore,” he spat. “Look how badly you need to be treated. You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, “yes, fuck, please—”

“Well, James,” Zemo hissed, “aren’t you going to help her?”

Bucky sighed and moved one of the hands on your hips down between your legs, rubbing you quickly and harshly. Your thighs were shaking instantly; actually, pretty much all of you was shaking.

“She’s coming, James, don’t stop,” Zemo barked out another order, holding you tight by the jaw and looking right into your eyes. “I want you to come until you can’t possibly take it anymore,” he explained with a growl, “don’t tell me to make him stop until then, is that clear? Show us how much you can take, nothing less.”

You nodded as best you could with him holding onto your face, and tried to lean in to put your mouth on his cock again, but he held you there.

“No,” he corrected, “I’d rather get a good look at this.”

Bucky’s hand on your clit was relentless, the pressure almost too intense for you to take— but you had to take it, you had no other choice. It started off almost slowly, a gradual descent into the numbing pleasure of your orgasm, but it didn’t stop; Zemo already made it clear he wasn’t going to let it stop until you were at your limit. Your moans were shaky and broken from how hard Bucky was fucking you, and your eyes were rolling back already but you could’ve sworn you heard Zemo chuckle at the sight of you. Did you really look that fucked up?

“Good girl,” he purred, “keep going. You can take more.”

You whined louder, higher, sharper; you weren’t sure how much more you really could take of this, but you wanted to do as you’d been told and not tap out until the absolute last second.

You knew you were crying, only because you felt the hot tears running down your cheeks. You heard Zemo encouraging you distantly, but you couldn’t quite make out any words, just the dark and sweet tone of his voice. You heard Bucky, too, groaning deeply while you felt his fingers digging tighter into your hips. Could he feel everything he was putting your body through?

“Fuck, stop!” you heard yourself blurt out, and instantly Bucky’s hand moved away— but his thrusts didn’t slow down. It was just the right amount of relief, and you blinked the blurriness out of your vision. It was almost like part of it didn’t even really hit you until then, until the aftershocks reverberated through your body.

“That’s it,” Zemo praised, “you’re alright, we’ve got you.”

“Oh god, o-oh god,” you sobbed, shaking uncontrollably— they were both holding you up, you would’ve toppled to the floor if it weren’t for them

“Fuck, m’gonna come,” Bucky groaned.

“Inside,” you gasped, even with how little mental clarity you had in that moment. “I want it inside.”

“Fuck,” he said again. “That’s so— god, baby, look what you fuckin’ do to me… I’m gonna come inside you.”

“Yes,” you begged with a sob, Zemo grinning as he watched you.

Still numb and clenching uncontrollably inside, you felt the way he pumped harder and harder and harder— until it slowed down and he let out the most delicious, long groan. You whined, but smiled, as he loosened his grip on your hips and relaxed under you, his moans and heavy breaths seeming to drip with satisfaction. “Fuck,” he said, one more time, deeper than ever, before falling back on the couch limply.

Zemo lifted you off of Bucky— apparently a little sooner than he was ready for, because you heard him hiss as he slipped out of you— and guided you with him onto the couch, pulling your back into his chest. He knelt behind you, kissing the back of your shoulder as watched you try to come back to reality.

“I should let you rest for a moment,” he noticed, “but you don’t want me to, do you?”

Weakly, you shook your head.

He moved in closer to you and you felt his cock, still wet with your spit, rub against the inside of your thigh— and even after all that, you arched your back deeper in invitation.

It made you blush when Zemo slid into you again, thinking about him filling you alongside Bucky’s load, especially with the way he groaned lowly into your ear. “You want me to fuck his come even deeper into you?” he taunted, and you whined but nodded. “I thought so.”

Everything felt so… sticky, in a disgusting but sexy sort of way; you were overly-sensitive inside, each thrust feeling so good with the fading sensitivity of your orgasm still present. You leaned back against Zemo with a sigh, letting him hold you close and fuck you however he wanted, more than happy to just be his toy now.

“Look how cute you are when you give in to me. You want me to use you, don’t you?” he noticed with a groan, and you whimpered but nodded ‘yes.’ “Of course,” he growled, kissing along your neck with more and more of his teeth each time. “You want me to fuck you however I want?”

“Yes,” you sobbed.

“But this isn’t about what I want,” he explained. “This is what you wanted.”

“Oh god…”

“You wanted us both to fuck you, at the same time. One cock isn’t enough to satisfy you?”

“Not anymore,” you admitted with a sigh, and he started to thrust faster and harder into you.

It turned very quickly from slow and sensual to rough and ruthless; he wrapped a hand around your neck to keep you close as you moaned and cried, anxious already to come again. “Touch yourself,” he ordered with a hiss in your ear, “make yourself come around my cock.”

“F-fuck,” you choked out, but slid a hand over your body and between your legs to obey him quickly. You were already so fucking close, and you knew you shouldn’t go so hard on yourself when you were so sensitive, but your desperation made you really rub hard and fast in search of that growing tension. “Yes, fuck, m’gonna— oh god—”

“I know, darling,” he cooed, “just let go. It’s alright, I’ll hold you— come for me.”

You didn’t literally black out, but you did sort of… lose time, in that moment. It was like you were just floating in pleasure for a while and then all of a sudden you were laying back on the couch and you weren’t even sure where Bucky had gone and Zemo was proudly holding your legs open.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he informed you, and you blinked back at him shyly.

You expected the warm, sticky feeling as their come leaked out of you… what you didn’t expect to feel was Zemo’s mouth on your pussy, eagerly lapping it up and sucking on your clit as your eyes shot open and you gasped and moaned with surprise.

“Dude,” Bucky grimaced, “that’s fucked up…”

Zemo just hummed and took his mouth off of you, giving Bucky a confused look. “She tastes amazing,” Zemo defended, “maybe even better after our… contribution.”

You laughed a little at the description, until he leaned down and latched onto you again, making you gasp and run your fingers through his hair. “Fuck,” you whined, bucking your hips against his face. Your clit was already overstimulated, and the way that he flicked it with his tongue made you shiver all over.

Your hold on his hair made it a little easier to push him away when he sucked too hard on your sore clit; he was more than strong enough to keep going, but he stopped anyways and let you push him back with a smug, slickened smile. “You really should try it, James,” he encouraged, “you’ll only want more once you do.”

Sighing in relent, Bucky knelt down in front of the couch— yes, at some point he’d gotten off of it, and you were too high on orgasm dopamine to notice it— and Zemo helped you adjust your hips towards him so he could just dive right in.

He gave one long lick over you first, making you shudder, and seemed to get more excited and aggressive quickly as he held onto your thighs and started to push his tongue inside you. “Oh god,” you whimpered, and Zemo watched proudly for a moment before turning his head to kiss up your leg.

“Poor thing,” he cooed between gentle presses of his lips to your skin, “you probably thought we were done with you, didn’t you?”

You were on the couch nursing a cup of tea, your feet resting in Bucky’s lap on top of the pants he’d changed into after his shower; Zemo was on the balcony having a cigarette. That was the scene Sam came back to, and he seemed to notice something was off just by the way he raised an eyebrow as he entered the living room. “Hey guys,” he greeted. “What did I miss?”

“Not much,” Bucky shrugged, “just a pretty quiet morning…”

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luna-rainbow · 16 days

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Thanks again for answering my ask and sorry to bombard you with these.

I absolutely agree with you about Bucky and Zemo on TFatWS. This might be long as I have so many thoughts about this. The series seems to fail to understand T'Calla wasn't just someone who helped Bucky although he was of course. He was his friend. The movies don't get everything right with Bucky but I think Bucky and T'Calla's relationship is one of the high points. We don't see them much but when you do you can tell Bucky respected T'Calla immensely and not just because he's a King. He seems to be really genuinely fond of Shuri as well, asking her to call him Bucky instead of the formal Sargeant Barnes.

I know I said it before, but the Wakandans are his friends/his protectors/his adoptive family. He is not just some white guy with colonialist arrogance who expects favours from the African State. If anything its the other way around- he fought because he felt he owed T'Calla and his family a debt.

As such- I do not think he would ever have helped the person who killed T'Callas father. Yes he didn't know T'Chaka, but that is his friend's father. Its like if he found out someone killed Steve's mother and worked with them. Like slapping his friend in the face, and I can't see him doing that.

Also, finally can we talk about how the show robbed us of the emotional impact of T'Challa's death on Bucky? He's sad about Steve leaving but I firmly believe would have grieved for T'Calla too. He's lost not one but two of his best friends within a very short space of time, so he's got grief alongside all his other problems to deal with. Don't know how that man managed to stay sane. Well relatively sane and didn't have a complete breakdown.

Thanks for all the asks!

I love the idea that T'Challa and Bucky had a strong bond. I agree I think Ryan Coogler intended in that short post-credit scene to show that Wakandans have accepted Bucky as part of the family.

The kids are peering down curiously at him as he sleeps, and he doesn't startle, nor does he startle them when he wakes. There's a high degree of mutual trust there. He lives in their community, not in a boxed off high tech room like the one where he was put to sleep. They dressed him in their ethnic clothing and colour-coded it to match Steve. Someone tied (and probably combed) his hair for him when he didn't have a prosthesis. Someone has folded a blue shawl and tied it into a pretty sling to protect the stump of his arm. This is the image of a guy that was being well looked after -- not just in an impersonal, we gotta keep him alive kind of way, but in a what can we do to make his life better kind of way, and if that isn't some sort of family I don't know what is.

I mean...compare with this costume...that looks like some random sweatshirt from some sports brand worn backwards with the extra fabric pinned and pulled over tautly over his right shoulder, complete with the soft elastic cuffs and the weird neckline. Coogler put more effort into a 30 second cameo than TFATWS did for one of Bucky's most emotionally poignant scenes in a series where he's the main character. Sorry I'm never going to pass on an opportunity to shit on the series.

And like yeah, while I don't ship T'Challa and Bucky (I really like T'Challa with Nakia in the MCU), I think they're an underrated dynamic. They strike me as somewhat similar in temperament? Both peace-loving, respectful and compassionate guys, who have a strong sense of loyalty and a fierce streak when someone they love is hurt. And both Bucky and T'Challa are older brothers to younger sisters, and they both have that oldest kid sense of weary responsibility. And for someone who was broken out of 70 years of brainwashing by being reminded of a promise he made, Bucky clearly has a strong sense of loyalty and responsibility.

So yeah, it makes no sense to me that Bucky would actively do something so personally hurtful, so disloyal and irresponsible to T'Challa, without adequate justification.

As for the mourning, yeah. At the time they didn't know how Coogler was planning to write T'Challa out of the story, so that might be why the mourning wasn't in there. To be honest, Bucky's feelings about Steve was handled poorly too. As I've mentioned before, the series avoids actually addressing how Steve's departure played out. Sam and Bucky are sad about Steve's absence, but never talk about the hurtful way Endgame!Steve abandoned both of them, which is far more emotionally relevant. They talk about him as though he had died in a noble sacrifice, not dumped the world on them and went to mess up someone else's timeline.

#bucky barnes #t'challa #asks

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ex0rin · 1 year

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anyone looking for two great fics that go great together aka: @sparklingbinjuice and I wrote two very different but somehow very similar fics (because THE GUN) over the last couple days (with @5ummit 's encouragement!) and you should read them both because two cakes are better than one cake (and also because Abby is amazing and we are somehow the same person ❤️)

Crying Wolf (E) by @sparklingbinjuice ! winterbones, 9k James "Bucky" Barnes/Helmut Zemo (past) - Freeform, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Abuse, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, (i hope all my mutuals are masturbating), Trauma, Blood and Injury, Violence, Gun Kink, Glove Kink, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Choking, Sleep Deprivation

And there’s the Commander – no, he’s Brock Rumlow; he’s just Brock Rumlow in Bucky’s head now – standing in the corner of the room closest to the balcony door, a gloved hand still raised to the light switch.

He hadn’t thought that he’d fallen asleep already, but he must have. This has to be a dream. A nightmare.

OR: After the events of TFATWS, Bucky is struggling to look after himself while living alone in New York. Rumlow just wants to help.

Read on AO3 here!

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Something Dangerous (E) by ME ! Part 4 of Something Broken winterbones, 12k Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Blood and Violence, Blood and Injury, Spit As Lube, Boot Kink, Crying, Hair-pulling, Name-Calling, Pet Names, Finger Sucking, Face Slapping, Cock Slapping, Slapping, Sexual Dysfunction, Erectile Dysfunction, Conditioning, Brainwashing, Abuse, Past Abuse, Gun Kink, Object Insertion, Object Penetration, Deepthroating, Come Eating, boot licking, Spanking, Begging, Biting, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, HYDRA Trash Party, THE Gun

Bucky shouldn’t want this.

He’s better than this, he should get up, pull his pants back over his hips and put Brock Rumlow’s smug face through the closest wall but his hands are shaking and his cock is a solid weight between his legs, “Don’t you fuckin’ make me wait,” Rumlow bites out, snapping his fingers again and Bucky hates the way he rolls onto his hands and knees and starts to follow the sound of Brock’s heavy boots into the living room.

OR: Old habits die hard and Rumlow is everything Bucky remembers needing.

Read on AO3 here!

#cara writes #fic rec #winterbones #hydratrashparty #bucky tag #rumlow tag #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon #hi this is smut #trauma for everyone!#cara gifs

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Saintly | Helmut Zemo x m!reader (🍋)

Anonymous asked: Z-zemo smut 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 I- this man needs to make me get on my knees and then tilt my chin up and praise me until I die or something

I want him to make me cry from feeling too good 🙏🏻🙏🏻

summary: it’s a special night, and all Zemo wants to do is to make you feel like you’re in heaven

tws: swearing, spanking, anal sex, praise kink, religious imagery

word count: 1509

MINORS DNI

You were always so eager for Zemo, always begging and pleading for the most simple of touches, the most gentle of his kisses and the most sweet of his slaps and bites that he so eagerly landed against your skin every single time that you simply looked at him; he always loved it so fucking much when you were on your knees for him, when you were so fucking eager just to be there and just to watch him, whether he was touching himself while he looked at you, or whether he had… other plans for you.

Tonight, though, he had… a few plans for you; with you on your knees, all lubed up and already so eager for him that you were practically crying for his attention, for his touch and for his kiss. Already so fucking desperate and so fucking needy for him. The carpet dug into your knees, leaving imprints on your skin as the cold air hit your skin and the handcuffs that bound your wrists behind your back bit into the soft flesh, and when his thumb gently ran along your bottom lip, you could not stop the whimper that left the back of your throat.

“Such a good boy,” Zemo said lowly, his voice thick with amusement and that fucking stupid smug attitude. “Aren’t you? Hmm?”

He let his grip fall to your chin, grasping it between his forefinger and thumb as he tilted your head up ever so slightly, just to look into your eyes and to see how fucking eager and desperate you were for him; by now, he would have covered you in bruises and bite marks. By now, he would have made you beg for him to go further, to make you bleed, to make you squirm for him as your voice became strangled, hoarse, muted from the way he gripped your throat so tightly. But tonight was different, tonight was a lot more special than most. An anniversary. A night where he wanted little more than to treat you like the fucking prince he wanted you to be.

“Always good for you,” you breathed out with a nod. “Always.”

“Bend over my desk,” Zemo growled, tilting his head so that he could gesture to it. “Now.”

You swallowed thickly, waiting for him to pull away before you did as he said, bending over the dark brownish red wood, you waited for him to unlock the handcuffs before you could stretch your arms over it, and when he locked them to the drawer closest to you, you couldn’t help but to growl softly under your breath. You licked your lips, shaky breaths leaving you as you readied yourself for what he was about to do.

“You’ve been a good boy,” he praised once more, coming to stand beside you and running his hand up and down your ass. “Tell me - what do you want me to do with you?”

“I want you to fuck me,” you could hardly get the words out, nodding and trying your best not to wriggle your ass just so you could feel his skin on yours. “Please, Baron. I want you to fuck me.”

“Say it again,” Zemo hissed, getting behind you and rubbing your ass again, ready to slap it at a moment’s notice. “C’mon, be a good boy and say it again.”

“I want you to fuck me,” your voice was getting weaker by the moment. “Please, I want you to fuck me.”

Slowly, his movements calculated and almost tortuous as he lined himself up behind you, Zemo pressed his body against yours, groaning softly before he eased himself into your ass, clenching his jaw as he grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and letting his other hand rest on your hip. “That feel good? Hmm, mein Prinz?"

“Yeah,” you could hardly speak, pushing back against him and trying to fuck yourself against him, but when he delivered a harsh slap to your ass, you bit your lip, and whimpered softly under your breath. “Do that again, please… please, Baron.”

Zemo couldn’t deny such a sweet little beg, bringing his hand down against your ass once more, harsher this time, before starting to pick up his pace; snapping his hips as he pounded into you, his grip around the back of your neck getting harder as he forced you to stay still against the desk, not caring that you were starting to sweat and to lose your ability to speak. All he cared about was claiming you, making you his as much as he could.

“Sehr gut,” he breathed out, biting at the inside of his lip. “Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?”

Shit, he made you feel so good, the way he seemed to hit all the right and sweet spots of your ass and make you pant and moan for him, coming undone in just a few moments, you couldn’t stop yourself as your eyes welled up with tears and you pressed your forehead against the dark wood of the desk; all you wanted was for him to make you cum, was for him to make you feel like you meant every-fucking-thing in the world to him. All you wanted was for him to claim you. To fucking ruin your body so that only he could ever make you cum, could ever please you. Ruin you so that no one’s touch could ever make you feel a damn thing, except his; your Baron’s.

Your Baron. The only man who could ever drive you so fucking wild in so little time.

Zemo didn’t let up, though, slapping your ass again and digging his fingernails into the flesh at the back of your neck so much that you could only squirm and beg softly for him to keep going, begging between soft and gentle sobs; he was pounding into you so well that all you wanted was to cum. All you needed was for him to keep praising you, keep slapping your ass while he pounded it. All you needed was him.

“Good boy,” Zemo praised softly. “You’re so, so good, mein prinz… fuck, I might have to make you cum more than once tonight - would you like that?”

“Later,” you couldn’t whimper out anything else, your voice so hoarse and so strangled and so raw that just the single word made it scratch the sides of your throat.

“Later it is,” he promised you softly, growling softly as he kept up his quick and harsh pace, slapping your ass. “Fuck, you’re being such a good boy… sehr gut.”

You couldn’t hold yourself back, trying so desperately to fuck yourself on his cock despite the fact that he was holding you down by the neck, all whimpers and moans and grunts and growls; release starting to build up as you let out a string of howls of his name under your breath. It sounded like a fucking prayer. Like you were begging him to cleanse every sin you had ever committed. Every sacrilegious act washed from your bones. Every time you called his name, it sounded little more than like a prayer. Like he was a Saint. Your Saint.

The one who could rid you of your sins. The one who could answer every and any prayer. And shit, when you called his name like that, even Zemo had to admit that he felt a little godly. He felt like he wasn’t just any god, but your god; like only he could ever be the one to forgive any of your sins. No gods and no masters could ever come close to him; he was your Saint. He was your saviour. His touch was holy and his words were commandments. A Saint, a saviour, the only one who could have you down on your knees begging for forgiveness. The only one that mattered. Divine. Angelic. Heavenly.

“That’s it,” Zemo praised softly. “Cum for your Baron, mein prinz. Be a good boy and cum for me.”

You weren’t ever going to disobey such a commandment, letting yourself go, become undone; letting all those sins wash away as you howled and moaned and let him deify you. Make you holy. Sanctify you.

You didn’t want him to stop, though, you didn’t want him to ever stop, and when he started to fill your ass with his cum, you couldn’t help but to wish that he could have kept going; that he could have washed you of your sins completely, that he could have made you feel like a divine being - like him.

Letting go of you, Zemo pressed his forehead against the back of your neck as he doubled over, letting his hands lay limp either side of you as his hot breath traced your skin.

“Such a good boy,” Zemo whispered. “All mine… only mine.”

“I wanna keep going,” you said softly. “Please, Baron?”

“Give me a moment, mein prinz,” he couldn’t help but to laugh softly. “We’ll go for round two once I’ve caught my breath, ja?”

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The Twin Flame - Chapter 19: "The Other Side of The Door"

"And I'll scream out the window, I can't even look at you, I don't need you but I do, I do, I do…"

"I heard what became of Sokovia," Zemo states, breaking the silence that had weighed on your group since the plane. "Cannibalized by its neighbors before the land was cleared of rubble. Erased from the map. But I don't suppose any of you bothered visiting the memorial?"

"I did," you correct.

Sam cranes his neck to try to get you to look at him. "What? When?"

You ignore Sam's question, instead pointing to your remark to answer Zemo's question, "I went with Wanda, she's Sokovian. Her brother died during the battle."

Zemo smiles at you, "You continue to surprise me."

"I'll take that as a compliment," you half-heartedly quip, the mental and emotional exhaustion weighing down each and every step you take.

"We are here," Zemo states, gesturing to the building on the other side of the cobblestone road.

"Great," you sigh with a semi-relieved smile, glad to be able to get at least some semblance of separation from both Sam and Bucky.

You climb up the first step leading to the building when Bucky unexpectedly says, "I'm gonna go on a walk."

"You okay?" Sam asks from right behind you.

"Yeah," Bucky assures him. "See you guys in a bit. Try not to kill each other."

Zemo clutches his chest, responding with an indignant scoff, "I wouldn't dream of it."

"Yeah, surprisingly, I wasn't talking about you," Bucky amends, pointedly looking at you and Sam.

You roll your eyes, turning back toward the entrance. Faced away from Bucky, you grumble under your breath, "Well, I make no promises."

"I heard that," Bucky calls back to you.

"Still make no promises," you mumble, dropping your voice even lower.

"Still heard that," Bucky calls again.

"Bye, Bucky!" you shout over your shoulder, pushing the door open before he can respond again.

As the first through the door, you drop your bag near the armrest of the couch leaving only enough room for you to sit between your bag and the armrest. You flop down on the couch with a frustrated huff.

"Hey," Sam tries. You deeply sigh, looking up at the tiled ceiling as something else to focus on other than Sam's incessant attempts at getting you to talk to him. "Come on. You're really not going to say anything?"

Sam's question goes without a response. This time you shut your eyes, resting your uninjured arm over your face.

"Seriously?"

You lift your head, creaking one eye open to look at where Zemo is currently sitting on the other side of the couch watching this entire argument play out. "I'm sorry, Zemo, did you say something?"

"Real mature," Sam scoffs, striding over to where you sit on the couch. "I would just like to remind you that you lied first."

You furrow your face as you do a quick scan of the room, pretending like you can't see Sam standing in front of you. With a soft hum, you shrug, "Must be the wind."

"You're really going to do this in front of Zemo?"

"Please," Zemo assures, raising his hand to brush Sam's concern off. "Even I can understand a familial fight."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Zemo. There's no one that I'm fighting with," you sharply remark, glaring at Sam.

"Fine," Sam huffs. "Two can play at this game."

For the shortest second, you remain confused about what Sam's talking about and why he stands towering over you while you sit on the couch. But just as you're about to move, Sam's hand stops less than an inch from your face,

You scoff, moving your chin back away from his hand.

When you move back, he moves his hand so it remains hovering in front of your face.

You sharply exhale, glaring up at him. He looks down at you with a triumphant, smug grin. "Not touching you, can't get mad."

You quickly move again, but Sam's hand tracks each and every movement you make. Every time you try to skirt around his hand, he moves it with you. Until you've finally had enough, you slap his hand away. "Seriously, Sam, how old are you?"

"Ow." He jolts his hand back, finally out of your face. "But at least you're acknowledging my presence."

You give him a bitter thumbs up. "Good for you. You're here. Now, leave me alone!"

"No, we can't just pretend like our problems don't exist. In case you haven't noticed, we're in deep shit right now. We have to be a team!"

"Maybe you should've thought about that before you lied to me!" you retort.

"I lied to protect you!"

"Because you think I can't take care of myself!" you accuse.

"Yes- I mean, no - It's - Well, because-"

"I am not your problem anymore, Sam!" you seethe, cutting off his stammering. You're so angry that you don't even feel the control slipping through your grasp. You don't hear the quiet creaks slowly increasing from the marble column beside Sam. "Why can't you get that?"

"Oh my God, you're so stubborn!" he bellows in unbridled frustration.

"If I might suggest-" Zemo tries interjecting.

"No!" you both shout.

From the other side of the door, Bucky stands, sighing to himself as he hears the loud voices echo through the heavy wooden door. It's only been a few seconds of steeling himself when he decides that if he doesn't break this up, this fight is not going to end any time soon.

"Guys!" Bucky tries to call over the bickering. "Guys!"

"I don't need protecting!" you shout, barely even noticing as Bucky strides in from outside. You certainly don't hear the quiet creaking of the marble pillar standing beside Sam. Just as the words leave your mouth, the quiet groaning turns into a large, frightening cracking noise. Sam flinches away from the marble column, looking more than a little freaked out by the sight of the large split in the column. You jolt, clearly startled. "I'm - I'm sorry."

Bucky sucks in a breath, though the column still looks structurally sound, the massive fracture in the middle of the column is severe. The atmosphere in the room shifts. A suffocating silence fills the room.

Sam takes a single, cautious step toward you. Not because he's scared you're going to hurt him, but because he can see the self-loathing already brewing in your eyes. The anger and frustration melts from his voice, he reaches out to console you, "It's fine. Just take a breath. Okay?"

Before Sam can make contact, you stumble backward, further away from him. Always just out of reach. You sharply shake your head once, an angry expression covering your fearful reaction. "Just leave me alone."

Sam sighs in defeat as you bristle past him to the corridor that leads to the guest bedroom doors. They all hear the sharp slam of one of the doors slamming shut. "That's great."

Bucky still stands there shellshocked. It takes him a moment to process everything that just happened. On the plane he could rationalize it with you getting blindsided with a massive revelation. This only solidifies his suspicions that there was so much more going on with you. He has half a mind to chase after you, at least that's what he desperately wants to do. But then he remembers that he has another urgent development to share with the group, "I hate to make things worse, but the Wakandans are here. They want Zemo. I bought us some more time."

"Were you followed?" Zemo asks.

"No."

"How can you be so sure?" Zemo continues.

"'Cause I know when I'm being followed," Bucky sharply retorts.

"It was sweet of you to defend me at least," Zemo offers with a polite smile.

"Hey, you shut it," Sam orders, fed up with the events of today. "No one's defending you, you killed Nagel."

"Do we really have to litigate what may or may not have happened?" Zemo implores, meekly shrugging his shoulders.

Bucky feels the vibration of his phone in his back pocket. He pulls it out, looking down at the phone. His screen is lit up with pictures from an explosion from the night before. And it's like he gets another insight into the magnitude of people with abilities like yours. And it's another piece falling into place when it comes to figuring you out.

Mostly, why you just uncharacteristically stormed off.

He knows that you'd never risk hurting the people closest to you, even if that meant you were hurting yourself in the process.

"There's nothing to litigate!" Sam exclaims in disbelief. "You straight shot the man."

"Sam," Bucky interrupts.

"What?"

"Karli bombed a GRC supply depot."

"What?" Sam quietly gasps. "What's the damage?"

"Eleven injured. Three dead. They have a list of demands and are promising more attacks if those demands aren't met."

"She's getting worse," Zemo comments. And though Sam knows Zemo is talking about Karli, he can't help but make that connection to you himself. Since the Blip, he'd watched you struggle. From everything to coming back without a single possession to your name. From finding out your identity was completely erased. And General Ross letting you know you weren't off the hook from the Accords. And everything else in between. For months, you forced a smile on your face, doing everything in your power to convince him and everyone else you were happy, all while you were withering away inside. "I have the will to complete this mission. Do the two of you? Does she?"

"Karli is just a kid," Sam defends.

"You're seeing something in her that isn't there," Zemo calmly states. "You're clouded by it. She's a supremacist. The very concept of an enhanced individual will always trouble people. It's that warped aspiration that led to Nazis, to Ultron, to the Avengers."

"Those are our friends you're talking about," Sam warns.

"The Avengers, not the Nazis," Bucky clarifies.

"So Karli is radicalized," Sam concedes. "But there has to be a peaceful way to stop her."

"The desire to become superhuman cannot be separated from supremacist ideals. Anyone with that serum, anyone with those powers, is inherently on that path. She will not stop. She will escalate until you kill her. Or until she kills you."

"You're wrong," Sam forcefully states, feeling the overwhelming urge to defend you against Zemo's beliefs. But for a moment, it's not like he's debating Zemo against Zemo's beliefs. He's arguing with you against your own. The ones that were so deeply embedded within you that it was a constant silent battle you fought day in and out. The ideas that were shoved down your throat from the day you were born that truly had you convinced that you were a monster that needed to be contained. "They're people. People with lives just like you and me. And maybe she's a little misguided, but that doesn't mean that you can just give up on her. Just because she can do shit other people can't doesn't mean she should be treated like any less of a person. She deserves that, after everything, she deserves that much. And it doesn't mean she's not worth fighting for. After everything, she deserves to have at least one person fighting for her."

Zemo pauses for a moment after Sam finishes speaking. A smile pulls at the corner of Zemo's mouth before he speaks, "Are you still referring to Karli?"

"Maybe we should just give him to the Wakandans right now," Bucky offers, no longer wanting to listen to Zemo goading Sam for defending you as he takes a seat on the edge of the couch.

"And you'll give up your tour guide?" Zemo challenges.

"Yes," Bucky easily replies.

Sam takes a large breath of concession, because whether any of you like it, Zemo is still very much needed. "Let's just focus on Donya, alright? From what we know, Donya's like a pillar of the community, right? So, when I was a kid, my Titi passed away-"

"Your Titi?" Bucky interjects with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, my Titi."

"Who is your Titi?"

"Fine." Sam rolls his eyes, starting over, "When I was a kid myauntpassed 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."

Bucky shrugs, standing up off of the couch. "Worth a shot."

"Your Titi would be proud of you. Turkish delight?" Zemo offers, tossing a piece of the wrapped candy to Sam. Sam catches the piece of candy, looking strangely at Zemo as he dumps the rest of the bag on the counter with a smirk, "It's irresistible."

Sam rolls his eyes. "Let's just go."

Bucky falters in front of Sam. He furrows his eyebrows, nudging his head down the hallway you stormed down minutes ago. "Uh, Sam? Aren't you forgetting something? Someone, maybe?"

Sam shakes his head, still trying to calm himself down from his earlier tangent. "She's not coming out of there any time soon."

"So just walk in there and talk to her? Have one of your little pep talks or something!" Bucky states like it should be obvious to Sam.

"Bucky, I'd be lucky if I even got the door open. She's not going to hear a word I say right now, I pushed too hard." Sam looks back to Bucky who still wears a hesitant expression. "It's for the best. Give her some time to cool off."

Bucky looks back to the guest bedroom door, feeling so utterly helpless to do or say anything that could to get you back to a place where either of them could reach you.

Or at least to get you out from the other side of the door.

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