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krazykiki05 · 1 year

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There’s Not Enough Hours in the Day

Zemo accidentally had a daughter at 16 with a 17 year old. When she found out what he was doing back in 2016, she teamed up with the Avengers to help fight her father at the age of 19. During this time, she helped Bucky and they grew close.. She moved to Wakanda to help him readjust to modern life. When Bucky came back from the blip, he lived with her. He would miss therapy if it wasn’t for her. She would have never seen her father again if it wasn’t for him. I I PART 2 I I

“So our first move is grand theft auto?” Sam says as the lights to the garage turns on. “These are mine.” Papa says with slight malice to the tone. I ran to my favorite car, the red jeep. Bucky follows me. I ignore what my father says and I reach into the backseat by crawling, leaving my ass hanging out for Bucky to look at. Pulling out my personal weapons, I remember my father letting my drive this car for my 18th birthday. I set the duffel bag on the driver’s seat, sifting through it to make sure everything was in there. “Babe…” Bucky muttered, pushing my hand away to rummage through it himself. “All this yours?” I nod proudly. “Ever since I was 11, that man could buy me some kind of self defense weapon, when I hit 15, they started becoming more like these.” I explain before pulling out a pocket knife from a set I remember getting for my 15th birthday. I see my father walking away, I go to follow him. “First stop is a woman named Selby. Mid-level fence I still have a line on. From there, we climb.” Papa says.

~~~~~~~~~ As we get closer to the plane, Sam speaks up. “So all this time you’ve been rich?” “I’m a baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed our country.” “So if you’re a baron, and she’s your daughter, that makes her-” I finish Sam’s sentence. “Baroness.” “How come you never told me?” Bucky asks, sounding a bit hurt. “It didn’t seem to matter.” I answer. “Hello, Oeznik.” My father greets the old man in Sokovian. “Welcome, gentlemen, and lady.” Oez says back. I smile at him. “Old friend.” Papa says, pulling him in for a hug. After they pull away I hug Oez, him kissing my cheek. “Please.” papa ushered the men into the plane.

Once we are in the air, I make myself comfortable in the seat across from my father since the boys were sitting on the other side of the plane across from each other. My knees were tucked up to my chest, overcoat being used as a makeshift blanket. My father chuckles softly as Oeznik comes in with two glasses of champagne. “Apologies if it’s a little warm.” He starts while handing the glasses to my father and I. “The fridge is out. But I will see if there is good food in the galley.” “If it doesn’t pass the smell test,” My father says in Sokovian. I roll my eyes. “Give it to them.” Oeznik chuckles. “It’s good to have you back sir.” He says before turning to me. “Let me see if I can make your favorite.” He says. I stop him before he exits. You don’t have to, I’m not hungry.” I say in Sokovian, trying to sharpen my skill. Oeznik was getting older, not as young as he used to be when I would ride this plane as a small child. Oez’s smile drops and my father snaps his head at me. I look at him. “I’m not!” I defend in English. Father tilts his head. “You should eat something.” He orders in Sokovian. “I ate before I came.” Father scoffs. “Don’t lie to me. I’ve been with you all day.” Father’s face grows darker in order to ask the next question. “Is it back?” I felt Oeznik lean in closer too. I swallow. I couldn’t tell him the truth. Not right now. “No.” Father tilts his head back to relax. “Oeznik, just make her something small, then.” Papa orders, eyes locked with mine the whole sentence. “Yes, sir.” He responds in English before walking away. “The hell was that?” Sam asks. Oh shit, I forgot they were there. My father continues to study me. “Nothing that concerns you.” He answers. I glanced at Bucky who had a suspicious look on his face. “Okay, then why don’t you tell us about where we are going?” “I’m sorry.” Father mumbles, looking back down at his book. “I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems important.” He reaches in his book and pulls out a smaller one. I recognize it to be Bucky’s from its days of sitting on the mudroom table. “Who is Nakajima?” Papa asks. Bucky Is quick to get up, slamming him against his seat, holding him by his throat. I stand up myself. “Buck, stop!” I plead, placing a hand on the arm around my father’s neck. “If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” He growls, I yank on his arm again. “Okay, James, he gets it.” I snap. Bucky’s eyes snap towards me, before his hand releases their grip. He knows when I say his real name, I’m pissed. Bucky immediately softens going back to his seat, pulling me with him until I sit on the arm of his chair. I drape my legs over his and his metal arms hooks around my waist to keep me from falling. “Sorry.” He mutters, barely audible. “I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.” Papa said. I glare at my father. “Don’t push it.” My boyfriend growls before nuzzling his face into my torso. I keep his head there by hooking my arm around, and running my fingers through his hair. “You must have really looked up to Steve.” Papa acknowledged. “But I realized something when I met him. The danger with people like him,” He starts. My hand slides down to Bucky’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “America's Super Soldier is that we put them on pedestals.” Sam and I both noticed Bucky get antsy, shifting in his seat. “Papa.” I warned. “Watch your step, Zemo.” Sam did the same. “They become symbols. Icons.” He did heed our warnings. “ Then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought.” He looks at the man I’m trying to protect. “You remember that right? As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like Red Skull? That’s why we are going to Madripoor.” I don’t know why my father has to make short answers long. “What’s up with Madripoor? You guys talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Sam asks. Bucky speaks up. “It's an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago.” “It was a pirate sanctuary in the 1800s.” I add. “It’s kept its lawless ways but we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves.” Papa explains. “James, you will have to become someone you claim is long gone.” My eyes widened. “No.” “Annika, please-” “There has to be another person!” “Annika, it’s fine.” Bucky says, placing a hand on my thigh. I look down at him as he looks up at me. He sucks at hiding the pain in his eyes. “Bucky…” I mutter. He sends me a fake reassuring smile. “Oeznik will be back soon. He will be very mad if he does not find you safe in your own seat.” Papa calls. Sam was taken back by the tone of his voice. A tone he saved just for me, I rolled my eyes and sat back in my own seat. Just in time for Oez to come out with three platters. One for me, Papa, and Sam and Bucky to split. I didn’t make any sign to move. Papa glares at me. “Eat.” He commands in sokovian. I ignore him.

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