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scuttle-buttle · 2 years

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Don't Let Go

Summay: Zemo keeps the holster on.

WC: 2098

Rated: E

Tags: smut, on the rough side, dom!zemo, some dub/con type vibes at certain points (but it is all consensual of course), tall!plus size!reader, body image issues about size, no stated use of protection, uh yeah

A/N: um. Look. Your guess is as good as mine as to where this came from and after me not being able to write for months. I started this in June, got stuck, stopped, forgot i started writing it, randomly was going thru my wips for #nostalgia today, and then this happened. Sad to report no further progress on Heist tho. I’m hoping very soon. Bone app the teeth?

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You remember when you had the conversation. Only a few nights ago on a Friday, barely more than a week since first going on the run with him, you and the Baron drank a few glasses of his expensive scotch at the new safe house, and you had found yourself opening up about fantasies, or lack of.

"Come now, Schatz - there must be something you have been intrigued to."

A simple shrug is what you give. "Maybe a few times…. But it's not something I put much thought into or anything like that." You take a sip, the alcohol rough in its burn.

"Why is that?" he questions without missing a beat.

Meeting his gaze across the couch you see he's been watching you the entire conversation, as though there is nothing that even comes remotely close to being more important than whatever silly ideas you have to share. “I mean I’ve spent my whole life as this bigger, intimidating person. Hell, I’m taller than you, by what an inch and a half? And most people that much, if not more,” you lightly scoff and sip again from your tumbler of scotch. “It wasn't something feasible being bigger I guess-” you gesture to your torso “-so I dropped the ideas before it could really set in as something I wanted. I told you - I'm always on my own and having to do my own thing. Had to get a grip on my life and be an independent woman and all that," you chuckle.

Zemo had been more than thorough in acquainting you with the basics of intimacy the last week; yet he let you take the lead as much as possible. Almost entirely, truly. You weren't at the point of anything wild or experimental, nor were you brave enough to try going rogue. So it was easy, it was standard - not that you had any complaints. But Helmut was adamant that it was you who controlled how he kissed you, how he touched you, how he broke your body and soul piece by piece in the long hours of the night.

You look across the room into the flickering light of the fireplace. Quieter, you add "just once I’d like to feel like the small one in a situation, to have to look up to someone literally and figuratively, to not feel like I’m too big and to just be able to let someone else make the choice for me." Looking back at him and speaking a little more blase, you finish "but I don't know. That's about as far as I got."

“I like looking up at you, Schatz, it’s like looking at an angel,” Helmut whispers. Since you had unofficially gotten together after escaping Riga he was constantly praising and complimenting you. You always expected to feel like he was just flattering you, but he made it such a point to talk about your intelligence, kindness, generosity, humor, and how beautiful he found you in equal parts.

You don't bother fighting back your grin. “I’m sure you do, Baron.” Downing the rest of your drink you tell him you are tired and head off to bed with a kiss.

Helmut had business to attend into the late evening. You made yourself busy reading some old book from the safe house’s upstairs library. The sun set as you read. Oranges and pinks and purples cast the room in a peaceful glow as you engulfed yourself in tales of times gone by. Maybe three hours later you hear him call out for you, breaking you from your page; “Schatz, could you come down here?”

Excitement bubbles within you at his arrival. “Be down in a sec!” You closed the book and placed it on the desk. Wandering around in the darkness you think you hear him in the kitchen. You call out “Helmut are you-” as you reach for the light switch when a shadowy figure backs you into a wall, knocking the breath you had from your lungs. For a second you panic, heart beating wildly out of your chest, until you see a glint of that familiar chocolate in the shadow’s eyes. The white-knuckled grip you have on the fabric of his top relaxes.

Pressed up against the kitchen wall by the man, you can just make out that he's clad in his gear. A thick burgundy turtleneck covers the expanse of his broad chest, the leather straps of a holster secured around his shoulders. Sturdy combat boots brush the sides of your ankles from where he has trapped your legs between his. The shoes give him an extra inch compared to your barefoot state, in addition to the commanding way he carries himself at present. Even as his gaze is eye level with your own like this he looks as if he towers above you.

Searching his eyes as best as you can in the limited light, you attempt “Hel what-”

A calloused palm cups the skin of your cheek, his thumb pressing softly against your mouth and silencing you. He says nothing; you wait, swallowing in anticipation. The digit glides slowly along the seam of your lips before pushing slightly between. You don't mind the intrusion, instead finding the taste of his skin intoxicating as you run the tip of your tongue over him. Pupils flit from your own to where his thumb rests. Zemo sighs. Feeling the fire within your core ignite you decide to take initiative, giving a gentle nip before sucking delicately on the pad of his thumb.

There is no mistaking the way his eyes blacken. The softness in his tone doesn’t match the formidability of his presence as he whispers “My Leibling…”

Zemo’s body presses yours further into the wall with such force it tears a gasp from you; his lips and tongue ravage yours with such a ferocity unlike anything you’ve known. Hands clutch at your jaw like vices. The thought crosses your mind that perhaps his fingertips might leave bruises. Nevertheless, you can’t be damned to stop him, especially not when you feel the beginnings of his hardening cock pushing into your hip, or the wetness seeping between your legs.

Finally, when the burn in your lungs becomes too great he breaks away and instead attaches his mouth to your throat. You have no doubt he can feel the pounding of your heart where he sucks and bites at your flesh. The Baron slides a hand under the edge of your top. His fingers are hot where they dig into your soft side. A feeble attempt to maneuver your hands to remove your shirt results in a tsk from him, his own larger ones moving to rip the fabric of your nightshirt right down the middle and exposing your peaked breasts to the cool air and his hungry stare. “Fuck - Helmut, what’s- ugh-” a particularly hard pinch to your nipple breaks your concentration, “what’s gotten in to you?” The question comes out as a moan.

Instead of an answer he tugs at the waistband of your shorts. With your reassuring nod he pushes them over your wide hips and thick thighs. Not a minute later he’s pulled a leg to wrap around his hip and opens you up to the grind of his still-clothed cock. “Don’t think, Leibling, just feel,” he commands.

The material of his pants rubs a delicious friction; your juices soaking through the fabric. You can feel the inferno growing. Breathy moans fill the near-silent kitchen. “Mein Gott, Draga I can feel how wet you are. Does this excite you? To know that you are enough to drive the great Baron Zemo to such primal need? To such depravity as to not even give you the luxury of a bed, but instead to have you right here and at my mercy?” He punctuates his statement with a harsh roll of his hips.

You whine in need. The pressure between your hips grows, you need him more than you can bear to think. Quickly you move to undo the fastening of his trousers between you. He does not stop you, only slows his movements to make it easier for you to work. When his bared cock finally rubs along your soaked core you manage to whimper a pathetic please. Helmut’s grip on your leg around his hip remains firm. He uses his free arm to place each of your hands on the straps of his holster along his pectorals. You pull on the leather as if to test its strength. There is barely enough room for your wrists between you where your chests are crushed together.

Suddenly Zemo drops as he leans to wrap his free hand underneath the leg that still supports your weight; his brute strength lifts you completely before you realize what he’s doing. “Wait no- Helmut I’m too-”

“No.” Zemo snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one fluid motion.

“Oh my god.” You sound pathetic as you keen at the fullness within you.

Both of his hands support you under the soft curve of your upper thighs. You tighten your legs around the small of his back on instinct. Panic surges through you despite the wonderful feel of him inside you. You aren’t small, you weigh too much, you’ll hurt him.

He jerks his shoulders minutely to bring your attention to where your fingers are wrapped around his holster straps. “Do not let go, Draga. Do you understand?”

“But-”

“Do you understand, Leibling?” he asks again, this time more demanding than you’ve ever heard.

“Yes.”

The first slam of his cock is fierce. It is precise. It is beyond any sort of pleasure you’ve ever felt, to have this man fucking you within an inch of your life as he all but cradles your body within the palm of his hand like it was your destiny to be there. Through all your sobs and cries of ecstasy he does not let up on the onslaught. Each thrust hits deep within you. His hips angle to brush your bundle of nerves with every movement. The peaks of your breasts tease and graze his sweater; probably an unfair advantage for him to be clothed and yet you at his complete mercy. You can’t fault how the sensation only heightens your euphoria. This time you know for sure his fingertips will paint your thighs with their memory for days to come; will create a masterpiece along the expanse of your skin that no Van Gogh or Picasso or Da Vinci could ever hope to produce.

Your release comes all too quickly at his attentions. Helmut doesn’t let up, nor does he seem to even break a sweat at his herculean task. At one point you swear you feel the leather straps start to give under the chokehold of your fists as he orders you to come again along his shaft, his words leaving no room for you to think otherwise.

Helmut reaches his own peak as your channel tightens around him, the growl of your name against your temple like a bolt of electricity. Hips slowing to a gentle roll, he does not pull himself from you, instead adjusting his hold under you to keep you pinned between his body and the wall. Your forehead comes to rest on his shoulder. The Baron drops sweet kisses to your temple, to your cheek, as you both come down from your high.

“Mmmm…Maybe you should put me down now? My legs are sore,” you mumble into his sweater, flexing your thigh and calf muscles where they still circle his waist.

“And if I do not want to? What then, my Leibling?” At your answering groan he hums in contentment before slowly removing himself from you, moving from the wall, and carrying you to the loveseat in the next room. Oversized boots thump with each step. The loose pants hanging from his knees slow his walk to a shuffle. He sits, situating you in his lap. Zemo looks down to see your fingers still wrapped around the holster. With a smile he says “you may let go now, Schatz. You did so well for me, such a good girl.”

It takes your digits a moment to cooperate as you untangle them from their place. “I’m not sure I can move my hands…?”

Helmut chuckles at your admission, taking your hands in each of his. He brings them to hip lips and places delicate kisses on them. Carefully he begins to massage your fingers and palms; “well, we must see to that, shouldn't we?”

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eevee-of-rivia · 3 years

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Horny Thought 2.2

Summary: The other version of my second Horny Thought

Pairing: Young Helmut Zemo x f!Dom!reader (zemo is a virgin)

Word count: 1,3k

Warning: smut (MINORS DNI), unprotected sex (wrap it before you use it please) a bit of angst, blowjobs and handjobs. Reader Riding Zemo That’s all I think

You were forced by your parents to participate in this gala, organized by Sokovia’s royalty because they wanted you to meet the guy who will be your future Husband. But, fortunately for you, your German best friend Monika was here too so you wouldn’t be bored for too long. You two were chatting a bit, talking about all the boys that were here and guessing who could be the guy you will have to marry when your eyes fell on a guy. He was just walking alone while watching around, a bored expression on his face. "Who is he?" you asked Monika, making her giggle. "That pouting guy is Helmut Zemo" she answered you making a confused expression appear on your face. 'Pouting?' you thought, bringing your attention back to the guy. And when you saw him you couldn’t stop yourself but giggle. Zemo was pouting like a sad puppy. 'How cute' you thought, a smirk appearing on your face. You were going to say something to your best friend when you saw Zemo looking at you, a little blush on his face. He must have noticed you looking at him. So you decided to wave your hand at him and give him a smile with a hint of mischeviuness in it, making him walk towards you.

"Hi, I saw you from afar and I thought that you were really cute," he said, making his face redden even more. You brought your hand to your mouth to cover a little giggle before raising a bit your long skirt and making a little bow. "I’m Y/N Y/L/N" you presented yourself to the guy in front of you. "Oh yeah," he stuttered a bit, remembering that you two were among royalty, before making also a bow. "I’m Helmut. Helmut Zemo" "Nice to meet you Zemo" The two of you continued talking about everything and nothing for a while until Zemo asked you a specific question: "If I can ask you, why are you here? I’ve never seen you to the other galas" Your expression changed when Zemo asked you this, making you remember why you were participating in the gala. Seeing the angry expression on your face, even if you were trying to cover it, Zemo quickly tried to cheer you up. "I’m sorry! I didn’t want to upset you. Why don’t we take a walk in the garden? I know a secret passage to get there" You thought a bit about his request, pondering your options, before taking his hand with one of yours "I would love to, show me the way Zemo" you told him before urging him to take you two to the gardens. It took you a while but finally, the two of you arrived in the garden, managing not to be discovered by anyone. "I’ve never seen the stars like this," you said when you lifted your gaze to the dark sky that was upon the two of you. "They are beautiful" you continued. "You are beautiful" Zemo murmured, making you turn to look at him with a questioning expression on your face. "I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, did you said something?" you asked smiling at him. In reality, you heard what he said but you wanted to tease him a bit. He simply shook his head trying to hide the blush that crept on his cheeks. "Just tell me, Zemo," you said walking towards him and putting your hands on his chest, smirking at him. Zemo was a little startled at first, not having an idea of what you were doing. "what.." he started to ask you but was soon interrupted by your lips pressing over his. After a while you stepped back a while, admireìing the little pout and the little pout that now were on Zemo's face. "Did you like it?" you asked whispering on his lips, making him nod a bit. His mouth was dry and his head empty. He never felt like this. He wanted to kiss you again, so bad. But his thoughts were interrupted when he felt your hand resting on his growing erection. "Did my little boy get excited?" you asked smiling at him while you stroked his erection. He just nodded, trying to contain his moans, without succession. "How cute," you said dropping to your knees and starting to undoing his pants. "Here, let me take care of you" you continued while bringing his pants and boxer down. You took a while to admire his erection, and his confused but curious expression, before taking with one hand his cock and starting to stroke it. You continued like this for a while, pleased by Zemo's little moans, before starting to suck on the tip. You continued for a while, taking more and more of his cock until you arrived to feel his tip down your throat making him almost cum. It was at that moment that you stopped, making him cry a bit. "No please, I was" he tried to say to you before you interrupted him. "I know Helmut, but don't worry I have another surprise for you, something better than my mouth" you said while you were getting yourself up. "Take off your pants and lay down, trust me" you demanded him. A pleasured smirk appeared on your face when you saw him obeying you, even after a few seconds of insecurity. "Good boy" you praised him, making him stutter and blush hard. "T-Thank you" You waited for him to be comfortably laying down before straddling his thighs and putting aside your panties. "I'm gonna make you feel really good, is that ok with you?" you asked, waiting for him to answer. He just nodded, looking at you with his eyes filled with lust. You didn't make him wait another second before deciding to ride him. It hasn't passed so much time before you felt Zemo throbbing inside you. "a-are you close?" you asked him between yours and his moans. He just nodded, too lost in the pleasure of the moment. "me too" you answered him before taking a hand to your clit, starting to stroke it. It didn't take too long before you reached your high, milking Zemo's cock. And soon, after that, you felt Zemo cumming too. You took a moment to calm yourself down before standing up, helping Zemo to came back to his feet too. "Was I your first time?" you asked when you saw the little embarrassed expression on his face. You already had your suspicion but you had the confirm only when Zemo murmured a little "yes" "You were amazing, don't worry" you reassured him kissing his cheek. "But now I need to go, my parents are probably searching for me. I hope to see you soon" and after finishing the sentence you ran back to the gala leaving Zemo alone with his thoughts. He'll probably never see her again. When they were going to the garden he heard some people talking about her and about the fact that tonight she will meet her future husband.

It took a while to Zemo to decide to go back to the gala, searching for his parents, trying to hide the sad expression on his face. He really liked you and he hoped to get to know you better. It took him a while to find them, they were talking with an old couple. He slowly approached them, stopping himself when he was just right beside them. His mother was the first to notice that he was back, smiling softly at him. "Helmutyou are back just in time to meet Y/N. She will be your future wife" Zemo was shocked to hear your name and to know that he will be your future husband. At first, he thought that it was a cruel joke and that his parents married him to a girl with the same name as the girl he fell in love with. It was only when your parents called your name, and when he saw you walking slowly towards him, that a smile appeared on his face. Maybe, after all, those galas weren't so bad.

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loveofafangirl · 3 years

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The Right Thing

[Baron Zemo Masterlist] [Marvel Masterlist]

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)

Synopsis: As Zemo is sneaking away from his abode in Latvia in search of freedom, he is pulled back when he notices the fight in his home above has become dangerous for those in the streets. *Fluff:Comfort/Care*

Word Count: <1,500

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing Zemo. I don’t know what happened but he is living (and dancing) in my head rent-free so I hope you enjoy this little fic. I typically write third person; second person/reader is not really my area of comfort, so please excuse any mistakes. Not betad. A/N2: This reader becomes “Reader A” on my masterlist. Most fics can be read as this reader with their relationship with Zemo developing (even though they are all mostly one shots)

TW: non-graphic mentions of blood and injuries

He averted his gaze, pulling the collar of his coat up, attempting to blend in with the crowd forming in the street as he slipped out of his Latvian home. He could hear the clash of Vibranium echoing on the floor above. Children gathered in the street below, looking up curiously at the unusual sounds. He wanted to warn them. He knew the threats of fallout that followed from being too near those so-called heroes better than anyone. However, he feared the delay would cost him his freedom and what he must do. He quickened his pace away from them.

The shattering of a large window sounded behind him as the building took a beating from those fighting. He turned at the noise, too late to do anything more than observe the shards of colorful glass rain down on those below.

He watched in horror as the debris struck a few people. You caught his attention when you protected a young boy, which caused you to suffer the most. He admired your resolve. You did what he wasn’t strong enough to do. He turned back the way he was heading, trying to forget the damage he saw.

You were curious about the cacophony of sounds coming from the building. You had heard that some of the Avengers were in town. You had secretly hoped to catch a glimpse of them. Not because you were a fan, more because you wanted to see them—to size them up. You had always been a good judge of character, and you wanted to determine for yourself whether they were essentially good or not; although, you already knew the world was far grayer than most people gave it credit.

The noise above grew louder, and you could tell a battle was ensuing. You watched the number of people growing beside you, more specifically, the number of children enchanted by the unusual sounds. For a moment, fear flashes on your face, remembering Sokovia and the damage left in the wake of the last Avengers fight in the area.

Before you have time to warn them, screams fill the air as glass and bricks begin to fall. You turn quickly, covering a small boy standing beside you, shielding him from the brunt of the crumbling debris. You cry as the glass pierces your skin; you feel blood begin to drip from some of the larger wounds.

“Are you okay?” You ask the boy whose body trembles in your arms.

He nods, his lips quivering. He runs off down the street, following the crowd away from the scene without a word to you.

You drag yourself away, too, hoping to find a quiet spot to nurse your injuries. You’re grateful they’re not worse since you can’t afford to go to the doctor. You turn a corner and sit on an old crate in the quiet alleyway.

You peel off your shirt and turn to pull the first piece of glass from your back. You cry at the pain but continue on, gritting your teeth.

“Let me?” His voice was soft as he held his hands out in front of him, gesturing toward your wounds.

Weary of the new stranger, you pull back defensively.

“Please.” He remained where he stood, not moving on you, giving you space. “I can help. You saved that child. Let me help you now. You won’t be able to reach them all on your own.”

Reluctantly, you nod, allowing him closer.

He slowly moves beside you, keeping his hands up, showing you he meant you no harm.

His touch is softer than you imagined. You don’t even feel his careful fingers removing the glass. Eventually, you work up the nerve to ask, “Are you a doctor?”

“No,” he replies simply and continues his work. “Unfortunately, I have seen more destruction and loss than I would like.”

You sit in silence until he is done. He takes a minute to carefully inspect you, making sure to have removed all of the pieces to prevent infection.

He wipes the soft fabric of his trench coat over your skin, collecting the blood that had spilled.

His movements were so tender and warm that you can’t help but relax at his touch. The pain in your back seems to disappear under his care.

“There. All better.”

“Thank you, truly.”

His lip curls up in the corner. “You were a hero today. Many only delude themselves to be that. Few actually prove themselves to be so on occasion.”

You search his face for more. There is pain there that cut deeper than any shard of glass could. The two of you shift closer. There’s something in his eyes that lets you know his thoughts had drifted away from you. You know that look‚ the look of loss—of longing. It was all too common in the recent months and years.

Before you can step back and thank him once more, his lips brush over yours, slowly. It feels like a dream, and for a moment, you’re afraid to breathe, as it feels like the wind whispering quietly on your lips. His eyes seem brighter at that moment like something had changed. As you decide to give yourself over to it, he pulls away, startled.

“My apologies.” His tone is honest as he steps back. He almost sounds surprised that it had happened.

“It’s okay.” You aren’t in the habit of letting random men kiss you and get away with it, but there was something genuine about him. Your eyes widen, truly focusing on the man in front of you for the first time. His brown eyes are warm and kind. You could tell he had been through a lot, but he had still taken the time to assist you. “It wasn’t you. Well, at least not completely you. It’s been a long time since someone was that…tender to me.” You swallow hard at your confession, unsure of why you had told this stranger that. “Most men want more. Demand it when it is refused.”

His eyes fill with what you think is concern, but he’s hard to read. You wonder if you’re fooling yourself, and it’s a look of pity that you’re trying to rewrite.

He looks around nervously as people rush past the entrance of the alleyway. “I should be going.”

Filled with courage you didn’t know you had, you take a step forward and brush a kiss on his cheek. Your fingers linger on him. “Thank you again.”

“My pleasure.”

His smile, as he begins to move away, left you wanting more—needing to better understand him. You watch him walk toward the busy street. “Wait.”

He turns toward you, his head tilted to the side, waiting for you to continue.

“Why did you help me?”

“It was the right thing to do.” He stated plainly.

You nod thoughtfully. Not many people would have helped you like that without wanting more. Not many people know what the right thing is anymore. You’re not even sure you know all the time. “Can I ask you something else?”

He looks around again as if waiting for someone to find him. He offers a curt nod.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but do you need a place to lay low for a day?”

His head tilts further to the side, “why would you ask that?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. I guess, you just look like a man who’s running.”

“How very astute of you.” He marches closer again, studying your face more carefully now.

“You can stay with me...just for the night,” you clarify quickly.

“You don’t know me. Why would you make such an offer?”

“It’s the right thing to do." You look down, bashful for a moment, before continuing. "Plus, you helped me; I owe you a debt.” Both were partly the truth, but the third reason you couldn’t bring yourself to admit to him was that you weren’t ready to let him go.

He considers your offer, as he proceeds to attempt to understand you. "One night."

"One night," you agree. You reach for your shirt, attempting to shake out the remaining bits of glass and put it back over you.

"Here." He stops you, pulling his lavish coat off his shoulders, and wraps it around you in one fluid motion.

The gesture catches you off guard, and you let a little noise of surprise slip from your lips.

He doesn’t seem to notice, or if he does, he isn’t smug about it. He buttons the coat closed, shielding your body from the outside world. Stepping to the side, he extends his arm, a gentle smile on his lips. "After you."

You're not really sure what you're doing or why you made the offer you did, but you do know that for the first time in a long time, there's a smile on your face that you can't seem to wipe away. You touch your fingers to your lips, still mesmerized by the delicate kiss. You step forward, ready for whatever the future has for you. "Follow me."

[Next Part: A Promise]

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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Scuttle-Buttle’s Masterlist

Tags/TW are listed at the beginning of each fic/chapter. All works available on AO3 under @ scuttlebuttle. Sadly I do not own the characters - I just needed a hobby.

If you want to be tagged in anything please let me know!

Ratings:

G - general audiences

T - teen & up

M - mature audiences, 18+

E - explicit, 18+

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Zemo x Plus Size Female Reader

No One But Me

Summary: When you received a call from Sam and Bucky to help them catch the Flag Smashers you didn’t entirely know what to expect. As a lonely PhD student studying the effects of Hydra on shaping modern history, the duo thought you could be useful in finding leads towards the case. What you didn’t know was that a certain incarcerated Baron would be working alongside you stirring up trouble, and in more ways than one.

Rated: E Word Count: 4.7k

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Baron on the Run series

Young Folks

Summary: Zemo takes you shopping and you decide it’s time to have a little fun with your Baron.

Rated: M Word Count: 1.3K

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Summary: You and Zemo do a little dance.

Rated: T Word Count: 1.3k

Aphrodite

Summary: The morning after No One But Me.

Rated: E Word Count: 2.2k

Beard Burn

Summary: A beard is the best disguise.

Rated: M Word Count: ~600

Man Size Meatballs

Summary: QVC is dangerous.

Rated G Word Count: ~600

What Are Those?

Summary: You buy your Baron some new shoes.

Rated: G Word Count: ~500

Summary: Zemo keeps the holsters on.

Don't Let Go

Rated: E Word Count: ~2k

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Niki Lauda (Rush 2013)

Sleeping With The Enemy masterlist

Pairing: Niki Lauda x fem!OC Catherine Sinclair/Reader

Summary: Catherine Sinclair is the younger, estranged half-sister of renowned F1 driver James Hunt. Things get a bit complicated when she decides to reenter James’ life and ends up meeting his rival - Niki Lauda. Engines ignite as Catherine finds herself caught between her feelings for Niki and the rivalry that the two men share. Will she pump the brakes or let herself crash in the inferno?

Rating: E for smut

SWTE One Shots Masterlist

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The Heist masterlist

Synopsis: Niki Lauda and James Hunt are complete opposites. With their careers on the line as International Agents for Interpol, the two get paired together to solve the case of a small underground black market art heist. The introduction of an American, a woman no less, into the team only complicates things further as the trio goes undercover. There's more than just art that is at risk of being stolen on this mission.

Pairing: Niki Lauda x Fem!Reader, some James Hunt x Reader

Rated: E 18+ for eventual smut, language, and violence

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Dr. Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist)

The Interpretation of Dreams Masterlist

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x fem!Reader

Summary: Modern AU. Professor Laszlo Kreizler is a pretentious ass - that's the only way you could possibly explain the man. That being said, you needed a job to help pay for grad school, and the position of being his TA was the only thing available. You'll suck it up and deal with it, but the last thing you'll do is let this man get inside your head in the process.

Enemies to Lovers

Rated: E for smut & descriptions of trauma

Psychopathia Sexualis Masterlist

Sequel to The Interpretation of Dreams

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x fem!Reader

Summary: After experiencing a whirlwind enemies-turned-lovers romance with the imposing Professor Laszlo Kreizler, things have been wonderful for you. Your studies are coming along, work is enjoyable, and you are in a stable relationship with the man you believe to be the love of your life. Suddenly, everything threatens to come crashing down with the arrival of a face from the past. Will jealousy and desire consume you and destroy the love you finally found?

Rated: E for smut & dark themes

Peri Psyches masterlist

A one shot series to follow The Interpretation of Dreams & Psychopathia Sexualis fics. Oneshots vary in rating, tags will be listed at the beginning of each fic. Also posted to AO3.

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Other Brühl Boys Oneshots & HCs

Two Stars Miles Apart

Pairing: Andrea Marowski (Ladies in Lavender) x GN reader

Lingonberry Schnapps

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist) x GN reader

Sweater Weather

Pairing: Alex Garel (Eva) x GN reader

Up In Flames

Pairing: AU firefighter Zemo x fem!Reader (smut)

Breakfast in Bed - drabble request

Pairing: Zemo x pregnant wife reader

Promises Kept

Pairing: Dark!Thomas Fischer (My Zoe) x afab!Reader

Ernst Schmidt with a baby - HCs

Modern! Andrea Marowski- HCs

Voyeurism Kink Daniel Weltz - HCs

Brühl Boys & how they would help you on your period Alignment chart

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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Beard Burn

Baron on the Run series

Pairing: Zemo x Plus Size Fem!Reader

WC: 687

Rated: M

Tags: mentions of sexual situations, bearded zemo 🥵

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A soft hiss escapes you as you roll over in bed, barely conscious of the world in your half awake state. Your hand stretches out to reach for him, your Baron, but meets the cold of the pillow instead. Finally opening your eyes to the harsh sunlight of the bedroom you see the clock reads almost 10. He has undoubtedly been up for hours. As you sit up the blanket falls from you, revealing your bare skin to the empty chill of the room.

Shifting to stand, the chafed skin of your plush thighs rubs uncomfortably. Zemo had been rather zealous in his endeavors last night. His newly grown beard leaves remnants like a brand against you. A flash of memory hits; the rough scratch along your delicate skin as he made you come apart under his lips and tongue. Helmut was beyond generous in his affections for you. It wasn’t something you could have prepared for - just how demanding and yet just how giving he was. You knew he would ruin you. In fact, he already had.

Finding a cotton shirt on the floor, you pull it over your head. Searching through his things you find a pair of clean briefs. They are long enough to offer some protection against the further abuse to your poor skin, but comfortable enough that you don’t mind wearing them. Glancing in the bathroom mirror you notice how the material hugs your curves; god my ass looks fantastic in these. You figure he will appreciate the look of you in his clothes.

You find your way to the living room. Helmut sits on the leather loveseat, newspaper in one hand, tea cup in the other. He glances at you from above the cup. “Good morning, liebling. I was beginning to wonder if you would come join me soon.”

Crossing the room you perch on the arm of his chair. He folds the paper neatly before pressing a chaste kiss to the still exposed part of your thigh. “Did you sleep well?”

You shrug, grabbing the cup out of his fingers to take a swig. “Mostly.” He takes his tea sweeter than you prefer. But that’s the other thing you’ve learned in the month that you and the Baron have been hiding out - that man loves his sweets.

“Oh? Perhaps a complaint is in order?”

“Just one.”

“And what might that be, schatzi?” His tone is patronizing, but in jest. The way he peers at you from beneath his lashes is playful.

Instead of speaking, you reply by pulling up the inside of the shorts you wear, revealing the raw, reddened skin to his wandering gaze.

He smirks. “Ah. My apologies.” He’s not sorry.

You hum in response. Bringing the hand without his cup up, you scratch your nails through the coarse hair that lines his face. The beard is full and lush, not too long but just long enough to add a sort of rugged quality to him. It is so incredibly masculine that the sweet nothings he often whispers to you should feel out of place. “The things this does to me…” you mutter wistfully. Helmut practically purrs against your touch. “How long are you planning on keeping it?” You don’t admit it, but you hope he does.

“That depends on how long we are in hiding. But I rather think you enjoy it too much, schatz, so perhaps longer,” he teases. He leans towards the tea you hold. Carefully, you tip the cup between his waiting lips. A stray drop is caught in the edge of his beard. With a considerate swipe of your thumb you collect the beaded drop from his chin.

The air surrounding you is riddled with heat. Before either of you could make the final move to jump the other’s bones your stomach growls angrily. The tension is broken by the sound.

Helmut chuckles. “Seems I should make you breakfast before I receive another complaint.”

He stands and walks off to the kitchen, not before dropping a soft kiss to your forehead. Downing what’s left of his tea you chase behind him. “Crepes please!”

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Young Folks

Baron on the Run series

Summary: Zemo takes you shopping and you decide it’s time to have a little fun with your Baron.

Pairing: zemo x plus size fem reader

Word count: ~1.3k

Rating: Mature, mildly suggestive and depictions of lingerie but no actual smut

Tags: fem!reader, plus size reader, fupa (is that a tag?), cuteness, slight age difference, sugar daddy zemo, suggestive language, domestic, self confidence, tik tok trash, bad german

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You should've known you'd end up in this position at some point. Seven weeks since leaving Riga and you had worn everything in your bag more than probably socially acceptable. Even the Baron resorted to wearing the classic jacket-and-ballcap look to be less conspicuous at times, only at your insistence. The fitting room you currently occupied was looking more like a tornado had blown through it than a person. Helmut insisted that you pick out a variety. Dresses, blouses, sweaters, and pants lined the walls and bench within the room. You glanced in the mirror. The jeans you had on fit like a second skin. They should for the price of them, you thought. Helmut did say he wanted to treat you - "for you, anything mein liebe."

The two of you had been in the shop for nearly an hour now. The staff followed the Baron likpuppies, placing all the items you chose into the fitting room for you. Helmut insisted you try on anything and everything that struck your eye. By now you were on outfit 14. 15 maybe? You lost count. “I really think we should have some sort of fashion show montage music playing. Really set the mood.”

Opening the door to show Zemo, you couldn't help but notice how his gaze slid up the length of your legs before settling on the curve of your ass. He only broke away when you spoke. "I really like these high waisted ones much better than the lower cut. Gotta contain the ‘fupa’ - keep that bad boy in," you laughed. You turned, wiggling your hips as you showed off the jeans.

Blinking once, Helmut cocked his head to the side, "contain the…. What?"

“The ‘fupa’.” The clueless look remained on his face, eyebrows scrunched. Oh he’s so adorable when he’s confused. Putting him out of his misery you gesture to the lower pouch of your stomach. “That’s what all the kids are calling it these days,” you explain, trying to sound cultured.

“I see…. It appears I am quite behind on what is considered young and ‘hip’ now.”

“Years in a maximum security prison will do that to you. Don’t worry - I’ll catch you up, old man,” you wink before closing the dressing room door.

Shimmying out of the jeans you pick the next item to try on. Leggings and a purple knit sweater; simple and comfy. You ready yourself to show Helmut, but when you open the door he’s no longer seated on the chair he previously occupied. Shrugging, you admire yourself in the 3-faced mirror along the wall. The sweater emphasizes the curves you like while hiding those you don’t.

Two outfits later and still no Helmut; you begin to worry that something is wrong. Opening the door once more you clutch at your chest in shock. He’s leaning on the doorframe, a sly smile on his face. “Jesus, Helmut - you nearly gave me a heart attack! Where’ve you been I was getting worried?” You glance down at the movement of his arm.

“I was on a mission,” he shrugged, his smirk never fading. Holding out the pieces of material, you see exactly what kept him from you. Sets of lace, ribbons, and straps were placed in your hands. Lingerie. “I have kept your preference for the high waisted, as you said you are more fond of it. Although, I would love you in anything…. Or nothing.” Your face heats under his stare. Turning to close the door, Helmut called out a “don’t be long now, liebling.”

Looking through the options you decided on the simple off-white babydoll and panty set first. Although quite transparent, you admired how delicate you felt. White was not always the most flattering color for someone trying to hide the softness of their body, but if Helmut picked it out there must be a reason. You certainly did look angelic. “Meine engel,” you could imagine him saying.

Next you grab a navy blue teddy. The mesh is covered in small polka dots of the same blue, featuring a sweetheart neckline, cinched waist, and cheeky backside. The cut felt vintage; add red lip and you could be a real pinup girl. As much as you wanted to show Helmut you didn’t think the shop owner would appreciate you traipsing around half-nude.

The last set you reach for is a deep purple. The same color as his mask, of course, you think. Three pieces make it up. Taking a minute to ensure each strap is correctly in place, you nearly gasp when you see yourself in the mirror. A balconette bustier presses your ample breasts up and inward in an obscene manner. Garter belt, sans stockings, clasped around your middle accentuates the narrowest part of your thick waist. The thong sits high on your wide hips, the globes of your backside on full display. You should feel entirely exposed. Instead you feel like an absolute goddess draped in his color. His goddess.

“I hope there is good reason for you to keep me waiting, schatz.” Zemo calls from the chair outside.

“Ye-yeah, I’ll be done in a minute,” you call out, not yet ready to leave the bubble you’ve found yourself in. Deciding that you don’t want to leave it, you find the next best solution. Ripping the price tag off the set you have on, you redress in the clothes you wore to the shop, all while leaving the lingerie underneath. You stuff your boring undergarments in your oversized purse and grab the items you are purchasing.

“I trust you found something you liked?” Helmut inquired, a hand on your back as he led you to the register.

“I did,” came your flippant reply.

Reaching the register you placed your items down before handing the removed price tag directly to the cashier with a smile. The Baron’s brow raised at the action for a moment before connecting the dots. A huff left his nose at the realization of which piece was missing from the pile, and thus where that set currently was. You ignored the way his heated stare bore holes into you.

Finishing the transaction, Helmut grabbed the bags before leading you out of the shop. Leaning in you placed a sweet kiss to his cheek, a whispered “thank you daddy,” in his ear.

“We should return home.” Helmut stood rigid, his pupils blown as he regarded you. The faint pressure of a growing hardness pressed into your hip. It was easy to guess what was on his mind.

Uh uh. That won’t do. You wanted to see him suffer. As much as he teased you the last few weeks with everything he did you wanted a taste of the action. To make him have to think about what you have underneath your clothes. About your body wrapped in his color. About all the things he wants to do to you but can’t. You decide to pretend not to notice his current predicament. Innocently as possible, you whine “already? I’m not done yet, I really wanted to visit the little bookstore up the block. And then I figured we could go get a cup of tea - I can catch you up on what us young folk are up to these days! Someone needs to educate you, so we might as well get to it!”

“Oh I’ll show you what is up, schatz,” Helmut growls.

You give him your best puppy dog look before he sighs. Pulling away from you to compose himself, you begin your journey to the bookstore, biting your lip in satisfaction. “Come on, boomer!” you yell. Zemo trails behind.

“I am in trouble…” he mumbles to himself.

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WC: 496

Rated: G

Tags: this is so dumb and I'm not even sorry, domestic, small reference to turkish delights and his son

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“Helmut!”

“Yes, liebling?” he calls back from the kitchen as he cooked dinner.

You ask “what’s your shoe size?”

A pause; “what are you up to, schatzi?”

“Nothing, just tell me.” He does, reluctantly.

Your Baron had given you his credit card after you’d offhandedly mentioned that you wanted some new shoes. He said to buy yourself something nice. What he didn’t know was that by shoes you meant a new pair of crocs. You had to leave your favorite pair back in your old apartment when you first went on the run.

After picking out a pair for each of you, you entered his bank information and hit ‘confirm order’. The mental image of the Baron in a pair of crocs made you laugh to yourself. Oh this is going to be good…

Almost two weeks later Zemo came home from some errand, a large package in his arms. You squealed, snatched the box from him with a kiss to his cheek, and bounded to the bedroom. The door slammed behind you. Helmut stood blinking before shaking his head and moving to the home office.

Ten minutes later he heard a squeaking-squishing sound. Looking up you stood in the door, a smirk on your face.

“You like?” you modeled a pair of deep purple rubber clogs that were covered in little charms.

“They are… comfortable looking?” Helmut said without conviction, unsure what the hell it was you purchased.

“Oh totally, AND I got you a pair!” You pulled a matching pair from behind your back. A hand gestured underneath and you “oo’ed” as you showed them off. Zemo’s brows furrowed.

“Look at them, they are so you!” On the offending footwear were little plastic charms. “You have a champagne glass, a crown ‘cause you’re royalty, there’s a Lightning Mcqueen because you have a lot of cars - and I thought it was cute, and a book to remind you of me,” you explain pointing to each charm. “And they’re in your color.” You smile.

He couldn’t help but think they were the most ridiculous and hideous pair of shoes he had ever seen. His face must have mirrored his thoughts. You sigh. “Okay I know they aren’t really your style, but at least try wearing them around the house for me? Just give them a shot?” You give your best puppy dog look as you ask.

“The things I would do for you, schatz…” he mumbles, holding out a hand for the shoes.

A week had gone by since the crocs had come in, and Helmut had done exactly as he had promised. In fact, he refused to openly admit it, but the crocs were some of the comfiest shoes he had ever worn, even if they were the most obnoxious. He wore them in the house like slippers. You yourself wouldn’t brag but you knew he loved them.

Another two weeks pass when you notice a little candy-shaped charm has been added to the bunch.

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eevee-of-rivia · 3 years

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Horny Thought n2

Summary: Another Horny Thought I had, this time thanks to @mypoisonedvine

There will be another version of this, with a more experienced reader.

Pairing: Young Helmut Zemo x f!Virgin!reader (zemo is a virgin too)

Word count: 1,5k

Warning: smut (MINORS DNI), unprotected sex (wrap it before you use it please) a bit of angst and much fluff!!

You were forced by your parents to participate in this gala, organized by Sokovia’s royalty because they wanted you to meet the guy who will be your future Husband.

But, fortunately for you, your German best friend Monika was here too so you wouldn’t be bored for too long.

You two were chatting a bit, talking about all the boys that were here and guessing who could be the guy you will have to marry when your eyes fell on a guy.

He was just walking alone while watching around, a bored expression on his face.

"Who is he?" you asked Monika, making her giggle.

"That pouting guy is Helmut Zemo" she answered you making a confused expression appear on your face.

'Pouting?' you thought, bringing your attention back to the guy.

And when you saw him you couldn’t stop yourself but giggle. Zemo was pouting like a sad puppy.

'It’s adorable' you thought.

You were going to say something to your best friend when you saw Zemo looking at you, a little blush on his face.

He must have noticed you looking at him.

So you decided to wave your hand at him smiling sweetly, making him walk towards you.

"Hi, I saw you from afar and I thought that you were really cute," he said, making his face redden even more.

You blushed a little but managed to murmur a thank you before raising a bit your long skirt and making a little bow.

"I’m Y/N Y/L/N" you presented yourself to the guy in front of you.

"Oh yeah," he stuttered a bit, remembering that you two were among royalty, before making also a bow.

"I’m Helmut. Helmut Zemo"

"Nice to meet you Zemo"

The two of you continued talking about everything and nothing for a while until Zemo asked you a specific question:

"If I can ask you, why are you here? I’ve never seen you to the other galas"

Your expression changed when Zemo asked you this, making you remember why you were participating in the gala.

Seeing the sad expression on your face Zemo quickly tried to cheer you up.

"I’m sorry! I didn’t want to make you sad.

Why don’t we take a walk in the garden? I know a secret passage to get there"

At his request, a little smile appeared on your face.

You nodded before taking his hand with one of yours "show me the way Zemo" you told him before urging him to take you two to the gardens.

It took you a while but finally, the two of you arrived in the garden, managing not to be discovered by anyone.

"I’ve never seen the stars like this," you said when you lifted your gaze to the dark sky that was upon the two of you.

"They are beautiful" you continued.

"You are beautiful" Zemo murmured, making you turn to look at him with a questioning expression on your face.

"I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, did you said something?" you asked Smiling at him.

He simply shook his head trying to hide the blush that crept on his Cheeks.

"Come on, just tell me!" you said trying to convince him, without being successful.

"Ok I’ll give up," you said, with a little smirk on your lips, before starting to run.

"But only if you catch me!"

Zemo was a little startled at first but after a few seconds, he started to run after you, trying to catch you.

After a while you stopped running, trying to catch your breath, not realizing that Zemo was right behind you.

You turned yourself just in time to see Zemo running towards you, before Stumbling over you, making you and him fall on the ground.

You closed your eyes in fear opening them only after a while, not feeling the grass under your back.

You found yourself on the top of Zemo, your hands on his chest, only a few inches between your faces.

Your Cheeks heated up suddenly, vanishing your tries to hide the embarrassment.

"I-I" you weren’t able to finish the sentence because, suddenly, Zemo’s lips were on yours.

His hands were cupping your cheeks, bringing you closer to him.

"I like you," he said, a little shy smile on his face.

"I like you too, Zemo" you answered him, trying to lift yourself from his body not wanting him to be uncomfortable.

You haven't noticed the consequences of your actions, trying to lift yourself from his body resulting in you sitting on his lap with both of your thighs at the side of his hips, until you felt his erection pushing against your core.

"I-I'm sorry.." he tried to apologize to you, his gaze never locking with yours.

"I-It's ok" you whispered, slowly rocking your hips.

"I kinda like it," you said watching Zemo in the eyes, a little smile on your face.

You continued to rock your hips for a while before feeling his hands on your hips, stopping you.

You were a little confused by his actions. You thought that he was liking what you were doing because on his face there were only pleasured expressions.

Seeing the confused look on your face he smiled a bit to you, gathering the courage to put a hand under your skirt before starting to caress your inner thigh.

"Do you want to..?" he asked, a bit unsure of what to do after that.

You wanted to say yes to him, you wanted to be intimate with him but there was only one problem.

You were a virgin. And Zemo needs to know that.

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes for a few seconds before opening them again.

"H-Helmut I...

I want to do this with you but I'm a virgin." you said almost ashamed.

"I'm a virgin too Y/N," Zemo said.

"You don't have to worry, we will go slow and at your pace," he reassured you, ensuring you that he will go slow because he was a bit unsure what to do.

You nodded slowly before smiling at him, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.

A small smile appeared on his face when you took his cock out of his pants.

"Wait Y/N, let me.." he asked you before pushing your panties aside and pushing into you making you part your lips.

A little frown appeared on his face when he saw your pained expression but you immediately reassured him, telling him that you need a bit to adjust to his size.

"You are just big," you told him, smiling.

He remained still for a while, waiting for you to tell him that he could go before starting to move his hips pushing into your core.

"H-Helmut..!" you almost screamed when Zemo hit that spongy spot before he put his hands on your mouth preventing you from screaming.

It was only when you milked his cock with your come that Zemo moaned filling you with his cum.

You both remained still for a while, panting, slowly trying to catch up on your breath.

After calming yourself down you looked at him, softly smiling at his relaxed expression before your eyes filled with tears.

Hearing your sobs Zemo opened his eyes, frowning when he saw you crying.

Cupping your face he brushed your tears away with his thumbs.

"It was that bad?" he tried to cheer you up, joking a bit.

His little joke made you laugh a bit.

"You were amazing Helmut it's just.." he waited for you to feel ready to speak up, gently caressing your cheeks with one of his hands.

"The reason that I am here, at this gala with my parents, it's because.." you sighed a bit, before taking a deep breath.

"My parents want me to meet my future husband.

When Zemo heard your words his entire world was crushed.

He liked you, he wanted to know you better and to spend his days with you.

But now everything was just gone.

"I-I'm sorry Helmut. I know that I should have told you that before, it's just...

I like you"

"I like you too Y/N," he said, sitting up and kissing you gently.

"Don't worry, we will find a solution, ok?" he reassured you.

You just nodded before getting up and helping him to get on his feet.

You fixed your dress before sighing a bit. "I need to return to my parents now, Helmut.

I hope to see you again" you said before running inside the palace where the gala was being held.

Zemo waited a while before deciding to go back to the gala, searching for his parents.

It took him a while to find them, they were talking with an old couple.

He slowly approached them, stopping himself when he was just right beside them.

His mother was the first to notice that he was back, smiling softly at him.

"Helmutyou are back just in time to meet Y/N.

She will be your future wife"

Zemo was shocked to hear your name and to know that he will be your future husband.

At first, he thought that it was a cruel joke and that his parents married him to a girl with the same name as the girl he fell in love with.

It was only when your parents called your name, and when he saw you walking slowly towards him, that a smile appeared on his face.

A.N: I hope you liked it.

Maybe you won't need to find a solution to see each other again.

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weasleywinchester · 3 years

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The Way You Look Tonight - Chapter 2

Mr. Sandman

Chapter 1

Bucky Barnes X female reader

Allllrightttyyy fam, we're back with chapter 2! Which is pretty much as far as I've gotten with this day dream fic. This takes place ep.3/4 of TFATWS and this chapter starts immediately where the last chapter ends. ALSO we get a little hot steamy flash back scene y'all

Warnings: Nervous/ Angry/ Sexy Bucky, Zemo being sweet and sexy, Smut (because I have no self control) which includes: nipple play, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (always use protection you AND your partner have consented to), P in V sex, fingering, and random hook-up with a stranger (again, be careful irl).

Series Summary:

You’re obsessed with anything superhero (I mean all the best people are right?) Stark Industries, what better job could you ever have? And then becoming friends with the Avengers? Hot Damn, how was this your life? What you expected was to silently crush on one all of them until you died; what you got was an unexpected romance with one James Buchanan Barnes.

Chapter Summary:

Bucky and you, you and Bucky... it's how it should be, just ask Sam. But with the Assistant Director of the Department of Defense AND John Walker thinking they can outsmart you when it comes to your boys, they are mistaken. You'll do whatever it takes to help your friends make a better world, but will a silly one night stand break Bucky's trust in you?

“Not how I saw this trip going.” You muse out loud. You, Sam and Bucky are walking along the street, to nowhere in particular for the moment.

“Isn’t this how every trip goes?” Sam chuckles. You nod in agreement, your knuckles grazing with Bucky’s as you walk by his side. You’re not sure where you stand, but the fact you can’t freely lace your fingers through his kills you a little bit.

“We should probably get home. Figure out our next move.” Sam says over his shoulder. You nod, not hearing what he actually said.

“We should… we should talk.” Bucky says quietly, taking your hand in his.

“Ok.” You smile, your heart leaping at his touch.

Sam smiles too, glad Bucky wants to talk to you, and that you haven’t killed either of them.

“Sam, call this number. Tell Assistant Director Spencer we need a ride, and I need to talk to him.” He takes the phone and walks a head again, putting a little distance between him and the pair of you. You stay quiet, walking in comfortable silence with Bucky until Sam starts talking on the phone.

“Has it helped? The therapy?” You start, sneaking a glance at him.

He contemplates it; it wasn’t that he had a choice to go or not. It was the only way the world could move on from the Winter Soldier, the only way he could be forgiven. Helping the people he hurt did ease the pressure a little, let the world stop looking at him like an animal. But that wasn’t the hard part; the idea of forgiving himself… that he wasn’t ready for.

“Ya.” is all he’s able to give you, his hand gently squeezing yours.

“Good.” You squeeze back.

“Was there someone...” He grasps for the courage to finish asking, although he’s not sure he wants the answer.

“Pepper managed to shove me into a Stark Industries single mixer once. He flirted, I even let him kiss me. But he wasn’t you.” You confess. Bucky nods, glad Pepper succeeded at least once.

“Anyone for you?”

“A person on my list insisted I go out. She was nice but...” He stops walking, spinning you to face him. “(Y/N). I’m not a good man,” He holds up a hand to stop your protest. “Yet. There’s just a big mess up here, and you and Shuri and the Dora Milaje helped with the biggest knot in the string. And now I gotta do the rest of them.”

“And I will be there when you need me.” You smile, taking his other hand in yours.

“I can’t ask that of you.” He states, his eyes searching yours. He wants to ask that of you, to beg you to stay by his side; but he wants to offer you an easy way out too.

“You don’t have to.” You put his hands on your waist, and bring your own to rest on his strong chest. “You weren’t, and never will be, a burden or a charity case Bucky. I’m with you to the end of the line.” you whisper.

You’ve been telling him that since you met, the same amount of love in your eyes, the same kindness in your smile. The only difference now is that he can gently put his lips to yours.

“Oh thank the Lord above!” Sam shouts from the street corner, his hands wide to the sky as he dances around.

“Guess we’ll always have one person cheering for us.” You laugh against Bucky’s lips. You steal one more kiss before turning around and running to Sam with your arms raised in victory.

_______

“Miss (Y/L/N), very nice to see you again.” Assistant Director Spencer smiles, taking a big gulp of his coffee.

“Is it?” You ask, walking around him and sitting in his big fancy office chair. You glance at the clock, it says it’s 4:30 am. You made good time on your flight back.

“Guess that depends on whose story I believe.” He turns around and sits in the chair across from you. “Captain America wasn’t pleased with the results of the mission.”

“Are you alluding to the fact that Sam Wilson and James Barnes have decided against working for the government? Because that shouldn’t surprise anyone.” You grin.

“He says that it was because your intentions for the mission were, misleading.” He takes another sip of coffee. You raise your eyebrows at him, he may like Walker but he’s not a fool. “I enjoyed the chat with Mr. Wilson. Too bad he didn’t want to share more.”

You hum in agreement. You know that there’s a very good chance Dr. Raynor called and asked why Bucky’s therapy was being paused, especially since he and Sam did a session together. And then there’s you, a lover, you bet she can’t wait to help him unpack all that emotional baggage.

“(Y/N), is it alright I call you (Y/N)? The U.S. Government sent you with Captain America to find information.”

“Why was I dragged into this office for a mission and not when anyone found out Bucky came back from The Blip.” You interrupt. He blinks a few times, draining the last of his coffee and setting the cup on the desk.

“We figured it would be easier coming from your friends. We also figured you would have been at Tony Stark’s funeral-”

“I was! Us being in the same vicinity a handful of times doesn’t replace official government notice.” You slam your fist down on the desk. He takes a deep breath, leaning his elbows on the table to match your position.

“You’re the fail safe. With Barnes, and Rodgers for that matter. But you don’t work for the government. And from your pro Captain America Stance, didn’t seem like you ever wanted to. So, we get you on this mission, get your name stamped next to Barnes’s, and boom, a contract from the government that you eagerly agreed to.”

“Didn’t give you much information though.”

“It gave enough. Simple proof that Captain America needs clearance to solve the problem before unauthorized avengers do.” He leans back in his chair, like a man who just outsmarted his opponent. You nod, getting up from the chair and walking to the door.

“A warning Assistant Director.” You look over your shoulder, but he doesn’t move. “John Walker has a lot of decisions to make, and I don’t think he’ll make the right ones. Maybe I’ll be wrong.”

_______

“It's kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Zemo grins, elated at the potential of seeing the Winter Soldier in action again.

Bucky stands, walking to the back of the plane and locking himself in the bathroom. Before he has the chance to think, your voice is coming through his phone.

“Hey, how’s the job?” You ask. Your voice is like a beacon, letting his mind come back to a place of peace. He imagines you’re sitting at your desk, probably reorganizing it for the third time this week. He can hear you open and close drawers, shuffle papers.

“I have to… to be it again.” He says, his voice barely above a whisper.

“To be...”

“The Winter Soldier.” He swallows the lump in his throat. He’s gotten so used to stuffing everything down, but he can’t slip back into that.

“Am I allowed to know why?” You ask, voice unwavering in the face of the unknown.

“Madripoor.”

Fuck. That means he and Sam are scraping the bottom of the barrel. You stop the project you’re working on and start stuffing travel necessities into a back pack.

“Doll, you still there?” He’s heart begins to race. What if this is where-

“Stay vigilant. You can’t afford to miss a single detail; or give one away. Don’t let yourself fall back on anything. Think about it for what it is: an act of how you were a long time ago. Something that starts and ends within twenty four hours.” You say gently, trying to keep any panic out of your voice.

He nods, you’re right. He’s pretending. A role that he knows inside and out, but at the end of the day, one he can leave behind.

“How are you even getting to Madripoor?” You pause the packing, it’s not like any of you have a private plan.

“Zemo.” Bucky reluctantly answers.

“Isn’t he in jail?”

“He was...”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. Don’t be angry, he… knows what he’s doing? And Sam is there, so it’ll be fine.

“(Y/N)?”

“Be careful. And think ahead please. Last thing I want is to have to fight to get your body back to the States.”

“Will do.” He smiles.

“I love you.” You sigh as he hangs up.

“Love you.” he whispers into the emptiness.

_______

You quickly zip your packed bag and call a car to take you to the airport. Luckily Pepper still owns a few planes that are not Stark Industries branded. You’re making sure work is settled and ignoring all texts from John and Lemar when an “unknown number” calls. This should be fun.

“Yes?” You answer.

“Oh good, I caught you.” A woman says on the other end.

“Sharon?” You guess.

“Could always recognize voices, even if you haven’t heard them in a few years.” She laughs.

“I wasn’t even sure if you were still alive.” You comment, instantly regretting it.

“I am, and in Madripoor. I’m guessing you’re on your way?” When you don’t answer she continues. “There will be a car to pick you up. It’ll take you to my place.”

“What made you think I would come?”

“You’re always the right distance away.” She answers, hanging up.

The flight was fast, thanks to Tony’s private plane and the long nap you took. If you had flown commercial you’d be barely leaving the states. As Sharon instructed there was a car waiting for you. What you didn’t expect was to be going to Lowtown. The car dropped you at what seemed to be a warehouse and she was waiting for you at the curb.

“Good to see you (Y/N).” She gives you a hug.

“You too. So what’s on the agenda?” You wrap an arm around her waist and she leads you inside. She gives you a brief overview of what the boys got up to earlier.

“So enjoy the party, maybe you’ll meet Zemo.” She says through the bathroom door.

“Sharon, this is the least amount of dress I’ve ever worn.” You look at yourself in the mirror. She handed you a dress, heels and heat rollers as soon as you stepped foot into her place.

“Well you have to blend in...” She smirks from the doorway. She chose a very short, silk flared dress that if you even had the thought to lean forward your ass would be out. The color could only be described as Captain America blue, both yours and Bucky’s favorite. The straps were as thin as angel hair pasta, so no bra. But damn did you look hot as fuck.

“Do you want these?” She holds out two nipple pasties for you.

“I have the smallest pair of underwear on, so might as well let my nipples enjoy the silk.” You laugh, taking the rollers out of your hair. “How did you even find this? I can never even find anything half as sexy for my size in the States.”

“Madripoor offers a lot of things from a lot of places.” She fixes your straps, smiling at you in the mirror. “The boys are downstairs.” She gestures for you to follow her.

The music is so loud you can’t hear yourself think. A few people turn to you, eyes devouring your body as you worm your way through the crowd. Your eyes instantly snap to his broad shoulders covered by his signature leather jacket. You shove his shoulder so he spins to face you.

“Well don’t you look good enough to eat.” You growl, grabbing a fist full of his black shirt to pull him down to your level, which in these heels isn’t as far as normal. He frowns at the intrusion until he realizes it’s you.

“Hey doll.” He smiles, his eyes traveling down to your chest, your nipples poking through the thin fabric. You hook a finger under his chin, tilting his gaze back to your face. You gesture to one of the doors at the side of the room, his smirk widening as he lets you drag him into the empty hallway.

“Talk about a party.” you giggle, turning around to face Bucky.

His eyes are hungrily traveling over every inch of your body, blood rushing out of his brain the more he tries to decide what his favorite part of the dress is.

“Did you want to talk...” You innocently suggest, looking up through your thick lashes. His eyes finally make it back to your face and he shakes his head no, stalking toward you, flinging his gloves off as he reaches for your hips, roughly walking you into a little alcove in the corner.

His lips find yours in a searing kiss that makes you dizzy with the sudden flood of adrenaline. He slides his hands down your ass, kneading it until you softly moan against his mouth, his tongue quickly finding yours to tangle with.

You release your grasp from his shoulders, sliding your hand between your bodies to palm him through his jeans. His mouth falls away from yours, his forehead resting in the curve of your neck as he lets out a desperate groan, grinding into your touch. His lips reach for any patch of skin, sucking and licking and biting until he feels your body tremble against his.

“Missed this, missed us.” He moans, bending his knees to gently lift you, guiding your legs to grip around his waist.

“Buck- “

He pushes himself flush against you, one of your straps falling off your shoulder. He resist the urge to roll his hips into you, opting to hike you up a bit further so your tits sit right at face level. Gently taking the edge of your dress between his teeth, moving it to reveal your hardened bud and eagerly taking it into his mouth, sucking and licking just the way you like. You moan to the ceiling, fingers threading into Bucky’s hair in an attempt to hold for dear life.

“Other side darlin’” he whispers against your sternum. You quickly shimmy the strap off your shoulder, very thankful you passed on the pasties.

“Bucky, need you.” you moan, your hips rocking against his abs. You need friction, and you need it now. He reluctantly lets your nipple go, letting you settle back to his hips. He rolls against you, the strain in his jeans almost unbearable as you dig your fingers into his shoulders.

“Baby… please.” He begs, holding you far enough away that you can reach down and release him. You hand grips his length, automatically sliding back and forth. He almost drops you at the sensation, he’s played memories like this over and over in his head, but damn.

His fingers move off your ass, searching for your underwear but all he can find is a string.

“Rip them.” you whine. And with one swift movement you feel the strings of your thong break and his length slide right into you. You both moan as Bucky readjusts his grip.

“Please” you breathe, and that’s all he needs to build his pace. And it feels like everything is on fire, all so overwhelming, the squelching noise coming from your soaked pussy, the way his fingers dig into your thighs, the way your pretty tits bounce as he pounds you into the wall.

And then your thighs push him hard against you, and he looks up to see your blissed out face as you pulse around him. Your mouth open in pure ecstasy as he finishes inside you. His head comes to rest in the crook of your neck, watching you chest fall and rise as you come down from your high.

He feels your legs go slack, knowing you're ready to be put down. He gives each nipple a kiss before gently pulling out of you, and slowly putting your legs down.

You lean against the wall, eyes still closed and breathing almost back to normal. He burns this image of you into his mind; blissed out, tits out and a slow dribble of your shared cum on your inner thighs. You take a breath in, tucking your boobs back into your dress and reaching for the bandanna Bucky keeps in his pocket. You gently wipe him clean, tuck him back into his jeans and then clean yourself off.

“A memento.” You tuck the bandana in his back pocket as he retrieves his gloves from the floor.

“Don’t worry, that memory will be put in the rotation with the others.” He smirks, giving you a quick kiss.

“So how did the meeting go?” You ask.

“Not how we planned. But we did manage to find out where the lab is. So we’ll be dealing with that tomorrow.” He cups your chin, his fingers lightly skimming over your perfectly swollen lips.

“Do you want me to stay.” You whisper, your hands wrapping around his waist.

“Always. But I think you should go ahead of us. I’ll have Zemo give me an address. We’ll meet you there.”

“We could just take the same plane.” You shake your head.

“If it were up to me you would never meet Zemo.”

_______

The Smithsonian, Washington D.C.

10 Years ago

“Welcome to the newest exhibit at the world famous Smithsonian! We hope you enjoy learning about the War Hero Group: The Howling Commandos! Don’t forget to...”

You smile at the announcement you’ve heard a hundred times already. You’ve spent every day in this exhibit; reading every plaque, watching every film reel and talking to every tour guide. You had managed to win a ticket to the opening gala, and the press week that came before it. Most of the people you talked to were fans of Cap, but not necessarily the history that came before or after him. After talking about the newspaper comics for hours on end you decided to just stop talking to people; it was always the same conversations, the same points of view.

You had decided to do something you hadn’t done in ages: draw. Here in the exhibit you felt so inspired seeing uniforms, old vehicles and the world's largest collection of Project Rebirth information. You enjoyed drawing everyone from this exhibit, but James Buchanan Barnes always captured your attention. You always admired the strength he had to keep fighting, even after he had been tortured by Hydra.

You had been sitting in one of the theater rooms that showed news reels for the last hour, always waiting for the one that showed Bucky and Steve smiling. As it appeared your pencil would move as quickly as possible to catch a new set of details. And when it was over you let your mind wander, and your eyes unfocus.

“It’s a beautiful drawing.” A voice behind you compliments, making you jump, your pencil clinking to the floor.

“My apologies, let me get that for you.” He kneels to grab the pencil, holding it out for you, a small smile on his face; his brown eyes twinkling even in the dark.

“Thanks. Most of the time no one notices.” You laugh. He chuckles, his accent present even in his laugh.

“I notice a lot. May I join you?” He gestures to the seat next to you. You nod, moving you bag to the other side of you.

“Fan of Mr. Barnes?” He nods to your drawing.

“Ya. He and Steve are very interesting. Although I think I know everything about them already.” You laugh.

“Is that so?” the stranger smiles, putting his arm along the back of your seat and turning his body to fully face you. You shrug, smiling back. “Maybe we could chat over dinner?”

“I don’t even know your name.” You laugh.

“Helmut.” He holds his hand out to you.

“(Y/N).” You place your hand in his.

_______

“Waiter, a bottle of your finest...” Helmut turns to you.

“Champagne?” You shrug. Helmet whispers something to the waiter, who bows and scurries to retrieve the bottle. “I can’t afford the finest anything, Helmut. I literally won my ticket into this event.” you add.

“I certainly can. My treat for the intriguing conversation.” He grins, his eyes gently raking over your body. You try not to squirm, it’s not that he in particular is looking at you, but just the fact that he’s looking. Normally men don’t react to you like he is.

You go to tell him you’ve enjoyed the night when the waiter comes over with two glasses and a bottle of Sokovian Bubbly.

“To you Princezná. A woman of many talents.” He holds his glass out to you, waiting for you to clink his; but you can’t move. No romantic partner has called you by anything other than your name.

He watches you for a brief moment, your reaction to the pet name adorable. You’re so young and kind, he can’t afford to remember your name, for your own safety. He shakes the thoughts, gently clinking his glass to yours.

“Thank you.” You smile, downing the whole glass, the bubbles oddly calming your nerves. He downs his, refilling both your glasses.

And the night doesn’t seem to end. You talk through every detail the other knows about Project Rebirth, deep diving into things that don’t line up, celebrating when the stories are the same. He even asks you to dance, sweeping you around the floor like a professional (which is impressive because you’re not a trained dancer in any way and you’re tipsy.) After much dancing and another bottle of bubbly, he offers to let you freshen up in his hotel suite above the restaurant.

“After you.” He gestures as the doors to a private elevator open. He pushes the button for the penthouse, coming to stand by you.

“I had a wonderful time.” You smile, your eyes lazily focusing on his face.

“As did I.” He turns to you, one hand gripping the rail behind you, the other finding purchase on your waist. Your makeup has smudged a little, but your eyes still sparkle with joy, your perfume making him drunk with lust. Your heart flutters as his lips hover over yours, your left hand gripping his bicep to bring him closer. When his lips meld against yours a warmth shoots through you, making you desperate for more.

He gently pulls at your bottom lip, eliciting the perfect little gasp that grants him entrance to your mouth. It feels like the air has been stolen from your lungs, and if you died from this kiss you would be ok with that. He guides your leg to settle around his waist, gently pushing your gown up your thigh. And when he gently rolls his hips into you, you break the kiss, desperate to fill your lungs with air. His lips move the column of your neck, sucking, licking and biting until a deep moan pushes its way up your throat.

“Tell me if you want to stop.” He whispers, stopping his actions until you give him a breathy yes. He returns to his ministrations with his mouth, and then you feel one of his nimble fingers run along the edge of your underwear. You instinctively roll your hips, your pussy fitting perfectly into the palm of his hand.

He chuckles at your neediness, letting out a low growl against your neck as he drags a finger through your dripping cunt; all he’s done is kiss you and you’re ready to fall apart. He gently toys with your clit, trying different patterns until he finds the one that makes your nails dig into his shoulders. He smiles against your skin now damp from the rising temperature of the elevator. He moves his finger from your clit, gently shushing you when you let out a small whine.

“Patience Princezná.” He whispers, pushing one long finger inside you, quickly followed by another. He bends and curls and presses along your walls, reaching a new spot that makes you almost collapse. He keeps a steady pace concentrated there, his thumb coming up to play with your clit and his mouth sliding against yours.

It’s all too much, you feel like you’re on fire or that you’re going to explode to pieces. A wave of heat pulses from your center, your ears ringing with the intense rush. Helmut watches that pretty little mouth of yours fall open, a silent scream as you pulse around his fingers.

The elevator dings, finally arriving at his room. He slowly pulls his fingers from you, licking them clean so he can guide you inside without staining your dress.

You quickly fix your makeup, staring at the reflection of the girl in the mirror. She’s strong, sexy and there’s a look of mischief in her eye. For a moment you forget it’s you.

“Helmut?” You call from the bathroom. You click down the hall, peering into the dark sitting room, listening for any sound.

“Here Princezná.” He walks out from the kitchen, two glasses of water in hand. He watches you take the glass, gulping it down in one swig. You are beautiful. But after everything last year… you’re only a distraction. You could never hold his heart, it died with his family.

“Princezná,” He whispers, gently picking up your hand. His eyes search your face, but no words come out. But you understand, this was a moment of passion.

“May we meet again.” You smile. He nods, pecking you on the cheek and sending you back down the elevator.

_______

Riga, Latvia

Present Day

“Helmut?” You frown as a familiar blonde man walks in with Sam and Bucky.

“Princezná” He smiles, striding over to you, immediately kissing your cheek.

“What are you doing here?” You smile at him, cupping his face in your hands. He looks exactly the same as the last time you saw him, that mischievous sparkle still in his eye as he smiles.

You turn to your friends, wondering how they could all know each other. The look on Bucky’s face is enough to immediately wipe the smile off yours. He looks appalled that you have any connection with Helmut. You glance at Sam, silently asking what’s Bucky’s problem but his eyebrows have seemed to have flown off his face.

“What?” You ask, stepping out of Helmut’s grip. The silence hangs between the four of you. You can practically hear the dialup noises coming out of Bucky’s ears, surprised he hasn’t lashed out. Helmut on the other hand wraps his arm around your waist, leaning his head against yours.

“Almost as fun as the last time we met Princezná.” He whispers in your ear.

“You know Zemo?” Bucky shouts, his fist clenching as tight as they go.

“Oh, very well.” Zemo mumbles into your hair, his silky voice sending a shiver down your spine.

“Zemo? Like...” You try to focus as he gently presses each finger into your side, a wave of goosebumps spreading over your skin.

“Hydra obsessed, used me as the Winter soldier, Zemo? Ya that guy.” Bucky growls, flexing his jaw.

“Princezná, am I your dirty little secret?” Helmut grins, his nose gently tracing your neck and eyes dancing with mischief as he looks over at Bucky.

“Can I talk to you?” Bucky glares, doing his best to ignore Zemo.

“Whiskey, on the rocks Helmut, make it a double.” You whisper as you follow Bucky into one of the bedrooms.

“What the hell?” He pins you to the door, clicking it shut. You glare at his arms, and then at him. He realizes he’s jumping all over you, boxing you in; and you hate that. It was one of the very few things you asked him not to do. He closes his eyes, inhales and takes a step back. You wait to see if he says anything. But he just threads his hands into his hair, taking another deep breath.

“I didn’t know who he was when we met.” You begin. He huffs in disbelief, shaking his head. “It was before I even met you!” You throw your hands in the air.

“Did you sleep with him?” Bucky demands. You two may not have been together but he doesn’t understand how you could be tricked by fuckin Zemo.

“No… well...” You mumble. Bucky rolls his eyes, turning in a circle. “I never even got his last name! Hell Bucky, we talked about you. It was so nice to talk with someone that had almost the same amount of knowledge about Project Rebirth and I knew things he didn’t, he knew things I didn’t” You can feel yourself sinking lower into the hole you are digging for yourself, might as well bury your own body. “He flirted, I flirted. He asked me to dinner, and then drinks…”

Bucky turns enough that you can see his profile, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he mulls over this information. Why couldn’t you have picked a different Avenger to obsess over? Why did it have to be Steve? And subsequently him? She helped the Dora Milaje, without her you wouldn’t believe that you could ever be a decent man, let alone a good one. He repeats in his head. But Zemo? Out of all people. He finally turns to face you, he understands Zemo’s attraction to you, anyone who says different is just a damn fool.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You grit through your teeth.

“Like what?” He shrugs.

“Like I’m an idiot.” Now it’s your turn to clench your fists. He scoffs, shaking his head. “I’m not exactly the girl who gets attention from handsome men on a regular basis. I liked the attention. I liked being desired. I liked that we talked all night. I will not apologize for liking the way he made me feel, for letting myself act on a whim.” You cross your arms over your chest, leaning against the door.

He just stares, dumbfounded. He doesn’t blame you for wanting those things, just being dumb enough to not see you already have them. You turn heads with your confidence, the way you take control of a room, the way you ask questions that everyone else is too scared to, the way you jump into action when people need you. Guys just know to keep it to themselves because they would get their ass kicked otherwise.

“Does he still make you feel that way?” Bucky whispers. He looks up at you, your shoulders slumping as you stride over to him.

“Bucky, it was one evening several years ago. It was a little bit of fun, no feelings. The only person I’m in love with is you.” You place your hands on his chest. Bucky holds your whole heart, and you know that scares him sometimes, especially when his own mind was used against him for so long.

He gently engulfs your hands in his own, leaning his forehead against yours. You are the most beautiful woman to walk the planet and for some strange reason you chose him. You’ve seen him through a lot, seen him at his lowest, and yet, you stand by him. You’re his north star, the pair of eyes he could quickly pick out in any crowd, your voice better than any song, and your heart more pure than even Steve’s. He’ll always be yours, and he must remember that you’ll always be his.

_______

Sam had come up with the idea that there might be a funeral service for Donya. You would be surprised if there wasn’t; Karli seems like she would prize family and community above everything, even her mighty cause.

You had found out where the local displacement center was, showing Zemo on the map. He had recognized it, taking the three of you there.

“Shame what's become of this place. When I was young, we used to come here for fabulous dinners and parties. I knew nothing of the politics of the time, of course, but I remember it being beautiful.” Zemo comments, looking around the old buildings. Most look like they had been stripped of their beauty; jewels missing out of statues, walls graffitied, and windows broken.

“I'm gonna take a look around upstairs. See what you can find out here. And keep an eye on him.” Sam looks between you and Bucky. You both nod, watching him jog up the stairs.

“I'll stay out of your way.” Zemo directs at Bucky, holding his hands up in surrender. Bucky frowns but doesn't say anything.

“Princezná.” Zemo smiles, holding his arm out for you. You see Bucky stiffen as you place your hand on Zemo’s elbow, but if you want to learn more about this man you have to play the part he expects.

“The Winter Soldier doesn’t seem any less angry about us.” Zemo comments, walking you towards the group of kids playing in the courtyard.

“He’s not angry about us, just about you.” You say through your teeth as you smile at one of the smaller kids. Zemo matches your smile, taking a deep breath in as you pass under the stone archway.

“♪ Baa, Baa, black sheep, have you any wool? Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full; One for my master, one for the dame; One for the little girl who lives down the lane.♪” he kneels, throwing a bag of candy on the table in front of the kids. “Turkish delight. It was always my son's favorite.” He comments.

Your breath catches in your throat; you didn’t know Zemo had a son. You figured he lost a lover after your night together went no further than the elevator, but to lose your whole family…

“My old friend, Donya, passed away. Did you know her?” He asks one of the older girls.

“Yes.” She nods, her eyes flicking from the candy to his face.

“I would like to pay my last respects. Do you know where her funeral will be?” He holds a candy out to her, giving her a kind smile. She nods, and whispers in his ear. He whispers back, gesturing to Bucky and Sam as he tells her something. You turn to look at them, Bucky’s classic scowl clear even from across the courtyard.

“But this lovely woman here, she can always be trusted.” He kisses your hand, winking at the kids. They giggle as they dig into the bag of candy. He places your hand back in the crook of his arm, walking you over to Bucky.

“Cute kids.” He smiles, walking in between Bucky and Sam.

You share a look with Bucky, thankful he understood and relaxed his shoulders a fraction. You four walk in silence, the crunch of gravel mixing with the distant noises of people living their lives.

“Princezná …” Zemo whispers, surprised by your silence this whole trip.

“Were you trying to forget the pain, or at least numb it for the night.” You state. He takes a deep breath in, conflicted just as before.

“I let the grief consume me." He begins, he has nothing left anyways, "And then I met you. You pulled my focus back to my mission. A silly American girl gave me more information about the Winter Soldier than any scholar. You deserved to be rewarded.”

You roll your eyes, who would have thought Steve and Bucky would be getting you in trouble before you even met them.

“I’m sorry for the loss of your family. And your country.” You stop walking, bringing his face to look at you. He nods, his eyes not quite meeting yours. "But you choose this path, and it's one I can't bring you back from."

"Princezná." He gives you a small smile as Bucky and Sam catch up to you. He nods to Bucky, removing your hand from his shoulder and walking a head of you.

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