#Baron Zemo's wife

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

MARVEL HEADCANON

Zemo met his wife when he ran EKO Scorpion; she had been chosen to be his second in command. She left the army when she got pregnant with his child.

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ICONS ONLY: Daniel Brühl Characters (2011 - 2021)

The criteria of this collection changed from iconic looks to favorites, so it ended up being a mix of both. I wanted to do a 3x3, so I kept it to a certain decade to limit the selection pool. It pains me that I had to cut Tony Balerdi, but he felt so out of place with this chaotic, feral bunch. Might just do a different one so I can make it up to him.

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do NOT watch a m*rvel show just to see an actor, next thing you know you’re writing fic in your head to compensate for the lack of characterization and complete sterilization of their sexuality

[elegantauthor]

Saving Grace Chapter 15

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Aurora Stark

Summary: Aurora’s disappearance makes international headlines.

Warnings: brief non-con

Series Masterlist

Zemo turned onto a narrow lane with overhanging trees, as a two-story manor loomed ahead in the semi-circle clearing. This was it, her chance to flee. Aurora waited until he parked the car and came around the passenger-side to open the door. He reached in to grab her, but she was ready.

Using her litheness to her advantage, she slipped through the gap between him and the door, and ran. She’d been trapped in a vehicle for over fourteen hours. Her limbs encumbered by fatigue, she forced herself to keep going.

She reached the forest’s edge, when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her torso, pressing her back against his chest. Her scream rent the air, disturbing a murder of crows in a nearby tree. She told him she wasn’t going to make it easy, and she meant it.

He carried her, kicking and flailing, inside. Forcing her to her knees, effectively ending her struggle, Zemo whispered harshly in her ear, “Attempt to escape again, and I will not be so nice.”

Aurora sat on the floor, knees bent and legs splayed at her sides. Following him with her eyes as he crossed the room to the bar to pour himself a drink, she tried not to let fear overwhelm her. Questions plagued her—most of them intrusive, undesirable, and unsettling.

“Get off the floor. You were not raised in a barn,” he scolded. “I am hosting a party tomorrow evening, and I need you to be presentable. As only Aphrodite’s daughter can.”

Aurora slowly stood, taking in her surroundings like a wide-eyed doe. As his words sank in, she thought about Madripoor, particularly Selby and the way Zemo had exhibited Bucky to her. “Are you going to auction me?”

“I’m going to use you,” he corrected. “You are invaluable. Among those in attendance will be human traffickers and other ne’er-do-wells. I want you to read as many as you can.”

“Are you even listening to yourself? Do you not hear the irony of your own words?”

Zemo’s expression darkened for a fraction of a second, before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into him. “I do not need a lecture on morality. Now, come with me. I will show you to your room.”

“As if I have a choice,” she scoffed, following behind him as he forcibly dragged her upstairs. He opened the door, revealing a double bed, chest of drawers, and an adjoined bathroom. The windows were barred, but through them Aurora could see snow falling. “At what point do I get to go home?”

“I have no intention of giving you back to the Soldat, if that’s what you’re asking.”

He lifted the gold chain, twirling the ring dangling from it, before slipping his hand around her throat. She whimpered, as he held her in place, trailing his other hand down her side with a barely-there touch. Agonizingly measured, he continued in a way that was both delicate and intended to inflict punishment.

Her skin crawled under the featherlight weight of his hand. Digging her fingers into the wooden frame, she stared up at the ceiling. She heaved a small sob, and that’s when Zemo stopped.

“Perhaps another time, liebling.”

After he closed the door, locking it behind him, Aurora slid to the floor and cried. “I- I’m so sorry, Bucky.”

~ * ~

“Hey, have you checked the news lately?”

There were televisions at every airport terminal. For the first time, Bucky noticed Aurora’s picture on the screen. Tuning in with his enhanced hearing, he was able to listen to the German-speaking reporter.

“Daughter of recently deceased, Tony Stark, and wife of Bucky Barnes, the newly reformed Winter Soldier, Aurora Stark Barnes was last seen two days ago. There is evidence to believe she is being held hostage by Baron Helmut Zemo.”

“Sam,” Bucky breathed into the receiver of his phone, “what did you do?”

“You could say I pulled a few strings. That’s your girl, Buck. Bring her home.”

He turned to Ayo, who met his tear-filled eyes with a fierce grin. “I told you, White Wolf, there is no place Zemo can hide.”

~ * ~

Six years ago

“Are you ready for this, pal?”

“Not getting cold feet, are ya?”

Bucky turned from the mirror to smile warmly at Steve and Sam—the two he’d chosen to be his groomsmen. He was grateful to each of them for their support, for not questioning whether he was rushing things. He’d come a long way in his healing journey. He wanted to do right by Aurora, with one glaring exception—he hadn’t been able to ask Tony for permission to date his daughter, let alone ask for her hand in marriage.

Sensing his trepidation, Steve walked over and squeezed his shoulder. “I know what you’re thinking, Buck, and don’t. Tony made his decision. That’s not on you.”

Bucky nodded. “I know, I just—”

How do you tell someone, including your best friend, that everything changed, and yet nothing at all seemed different? He was still a man from the Forties, with old-fashioned values. In four years, since escaping HYDRA’s control, he’d never met a woman who appreciated that more than Aurora. She enjoyed dancing. She listened as he regaled her with stories from his youth and divulged his deepest fears. In turn, he protected her and took care of her as best he could.

Before either man could say any more, T’Challa stuck his head inside the hut. “Gentlemen, it is time.”

Standing next to T’Challa, Bucky watched Steve and Sam join the procession, along with Ayo and Shuri. The melody to Can’t Help Falling in Love began playing, and the knots in his stomach loosened, as Aurora appeared beside her mom. It was an intimate ceremony, with their family and closest friends.

“Who gives this woman to be married?” asked T’Challa.

“I do,” answered Aphrodite, beaming at the couple.

Aurora walked down the makeshift aisle, stopping in front of Bucky. He took in her appearance with a boyish grin. Brunette hair styled in a pin curl and wearing a vintage-white shirtwaist dress, she looked as if she’d been plucked from every fantasy he had as a young man.

With his one hand, he carefully slipped a small band onto Aurora’s finger, before holding her gaze. “I knew you were special from the day we met. Steve had trapped my arm, to make sure I was me, and all I remember is your voice calling me out of the darkness where I was content to dwell. With this ring, I vow to spend the rest of my life striving to be the man you see, the man you deserve.”

“Do you, Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, take this woman to be your wife, wedded under the laws of Wakanda?”

Bucky nodded. “I do.”

“Do you, Aurora Stark, take this man to be your husband, wedded under the laws of Wakanda?”

“I do,” said Aurora, smiling up at him.

“By the power passed down to me by my ancestors as King of Wakanda, I pronounce you husband and wife.”

[fandomnerd9602]

Visits

Fem!Baron Zemo x Male Reader

For @wildcardjgambit

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. You had gotten your daughter out of the blast zone that was the Battle of Sokovia. And yet with all the loss, it wasn’t enough for your wife Baroness Helga Zemo. Her heart had turned cold, cold enough to commit atrocities in the name of your home country. She wasn’t always this way.

She was your light, a loving wife and mother. And now you hardly recognize the woman that stands before you behind several inches of bulletproof glass, bound in a straight jacket.

“Why?” is all you can ask.

“I did it for our home, the people we lost.” she answers back, tears streaming down her face. “Where’s my baby?”

“S-she couldn’t make it” you lied. The truth was that when little Marie saw her mother’s image up on the news screen with the words terrorist written across it. It broke her little heart, “that’s not my mommy” she cried.

You didn’t have much else to say to Helga, you just slipped her the papers you were dreading to deliver. You hoped it would never come to this but it wasn’t much left for a marriage nor was it the best life for your daughter.

Helga sighed and signed them. “I don’t regret what i did” she whispered as she slid them through the opening to you. “they took everything from us”

“And I tried to rebuild it for you. I don’t blame the Avengers. I just wish you had thought of Marie and I.”

And with that, you turned and left. The microphone allowing you to communicate with Zemo was shut off. And a good thing too, because if it was still on, you would’ve heard her cries of anguish.

The helicopter left the Raft, with you aboard. It dropped you off not far from the border of Sokovia. You found yourself feeling empty but you were ready to rebuild.

You found yourself at a nearby coffee shop, just trying to plan out yours and Marie’s next step. Your thoughts ran rampant when suddenly someone spoke up.

“Excuse me” a young Sokovian woman asked you, “is this seat taken? Everywhere else is full”

“Sure” you gave her a gentle smile, “I’m just planning things out”

“I know the feeling” the redhead smiled back

“Sorry I’m (Y/N)” you offered your hand. She took ahold of your hand and shook it gently.

“Wanda. Wanda Maximoff”

You felt something jump within you when your hand shook hers. You’re not sure if it was the spark of something or maybe rather just finding solace with a fellow survivor. Maybe that’s all it had to be.

Fan Cast: Marion Cotillard as Baroness Helga Zemo

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Masterlist

MDNI

Series

Mercy

Rating: Explicit 18+

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.

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Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Nine Point Five - Part Ten -

Miniseries

The Typist - Laszlo Kreizler and his Bitey Wife

Bite - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia

Chew - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia, prequel to Bite

Swallow - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia, prequel to Bite and sequel to Chew

Gulp - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft lactation and mommy kink, sequel to Swallow

Alpha Mine - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft Omegaverse, AU to The Typist series

Bokeh - Niki Lauda and his Photographer Wife (Mouse)

Muse - Niki Lauda x photographer!reader ft soft femdom and bondage and breeding

What Happens in Ibiza - Niki Lauda x photographer!reader x James Hunt ft threesomes, double penetration and anal

Life and Death - Niki Lauda x photograhper!reader x James Hunt ft heavy hurt/comfort and mild petplay

Brûlée - Dirk Brûlée and his Single Mama

Sriracha - Dirk Brûlée x single mom!reader ft sex toys/sybian

Red Carpet - Dirk Brûlée x single mom!reader ft breeding

Victory - Helmut Zemo and his Super Soldier

Pyrrhic - Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader ft 14k of HYDRA being the worst and Helmut Zemo being a consent king

Clutch - Helmut Zemo x Reader ft daddy kink, Hydra hunting and impact play

Oneshots

The Bath - Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader ft cockwarming

Ctrl and Power - Ernst Schmidt x Reader ft rough sex and secret relationships

Ganache - Tony Balerdi x Original Male Character ft food play and body worship

Requests and Prompts

Reader likes to come up behind Zemo and kiss or bite him

Roman Sionis fucking reader in his club and being a show off about it (and also he's a total switch)

Roman Sionis making female reader cockwarm him during a gang meeting

Obi-Wan Kenobi noticing female reader's tattoos after sex and pausing to enjoy them

[thefallennightmare]

Moment of Weakness-twenty six

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Author's Note: Hopefully this chapter makes up for the boring last two!

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Bucky stood close behind me as we walked the short distance from his car to the building where we were meeting Steve and Sam. According to Steve, there was someone inside that knew some information about the hit and he was willing to meet with us on one condition. Bucky had a tight grip on a bag that held that certain condition. 

Twenty thousand conditions to be exact. 

The guy wanted $20,000 in exchange for the info that we needed. I tried to tell Bucky that no matter what information this guy had, it wasn’t worth all this money.

“For your life? I’d drain every single one of my accounts.” 

I felt every inch of my body vibrate as we walked up to Steve and Sam, who stood right outside of the entrance of the club. 

“Is he here?” Bucky questioned. 

Steve nodded. “At the bar. 

“Is it in there?” Sam pointed to the bag. 

“Yeah. Asshole wouldn't take anything less than 20,” Bucky grumbled before resting his eyes on me. “Remember what I said?” 

I sighed but nodded. “Stay by you at all times.” 

With a motion of his head, we all headed inside of the lively club while all standing close to one another. Steve stood close behind me while Sam and Bucky were in front of us. There were bodies packed close together, dancing along with the loud beats of the music and we had to physically push our way through to make our way to the bar. Steve was right behind me, his warm breath across the skin of the back of my neck, and his arms were on either side of me to protect me from whatever would happen. 

Bucky looked over his shoulder to make sure I was still close so I linked my fingers with his, allowing him to guide me through the crowd. 

Through the clearing, we all stopped in front of the bar and Steve pointed to the lone man sitting in the middle with his back to us. 

“Perhaps we can go somewhere more private?” The man swung around in the stool, now staring at us. 

When his eyes landed on me, they widened for a brief second. “I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” 

I shrugged. “I don’t have anything to be afraid of.” 

“Hm,” the man hummed while taking a drink. “Baron Zemo.” 

“Y/N,” I gave a curt nod. 

Baron looked towards Bucky and motioned towards the bag in his hand. “Is that it?” 

Bucky dropped it to his feet. “Tell us what you know.” 

“If it’s anything like the last few times we’ve met, all the money is here?” Baron asked while placing the bag onto his lap. 

Clearly this wasn’t the first time that Bucky and Baron had met. 

“What do you know?” Steve now asked. 

“I received a call from Clint Barton a week ago to fly him and a lady friend of his to Hungary.” 

“Budapest?” Bucky spoke. 

I suddenly remembered the conversation that was being had between Bucky and the guy he had pinned to the bar last night. 

Baron nodded. “This wasn’t the first time I let them use my jet either.” 

Bucky’s hand was still linked with mine so I could feel when he tensed. “Them?” 

“Clint and the redhead,” Baron smirked while taking a drink. 

He knew who the redhead was, we all did. Baron was playing coy which irritated us. 

“I think she said her name was Natasha?” He said. 

Bucky went to lunge for him but I held him back, letting him know that we wouldn't get any more information if Baron was knocked to the floor unconscious. With myself standing in front of him to block him, I gave Baron a hard stare. 

“Cut the bullshit, Zemo. You knew Natasha was Bucky’s wife. How many times did you let them use your jet?” I asked. 

“Quite a lot over the last year and a half, even when the two of you were married. I caught them a few times being a bit too close, especially for a married woman,” Baron said over my shoulder to Bucky. 

My heart fell into my stomach with the realization that Natasha and Clint were seeing each other. But I could only hurt for Bucky so much because we were doing the same thing that they were. 

Sam could feel the sudden tension so he spoke next. “Are you planning on picking them up in Budapest to fly them back?” 

Baron only nodded. 

“When?” Steve asked. 

He lifted up his cell phone. “Clint will call me when they're ready to come back.” 

“As soon as he calls you, you let me know. Understand?” Bucky demanded, still standing behind me. 

"For a price,” Baron smirked. 

I went to refuse, not wanting Bucky to waste any more of his money on me, but he spoke faster than I could. 

“I’ll wire you another twenty when I have proof that they touched ground in New York.” 

The smirk on Baron’s face doubled in size but the conversation that they were now having fell on my deaf ears as I felt a burning sensation on the back of my head and it wasn’t coming from Bucky. 

While peering over my shoulder, I saw that not only was one set of eyes on me but at least three that I could notice. And it wasn’t the kind of gaze that was full of desire, it was more so filled with greed. 

One of the men pushed back his jacket, revealing a gun holstered on the side of his pants and I immediately patted Bucky’s chest with shaking fingers. 

“Bucky,” I muttered. 

He followed my eyes and I knew when he saw what I did because Bucky quickly went to head over to the man who was holding his gun. However, I held him back. 

“We can't afford to cause a huge scene right now. The less people know that I’m here the better.” 

Reluctantly, Bucky nodded and used his large frame as a shield, standing behind me once again. Our eyes locked when I placed a gentle hand on his cheek. 

“No one is going to try anything while you’re here, especially with Sam and Steve,” I reassured him.

I heard a snicker from behind me. 

“You think that you’re safe because you have THE Bucky Barnes at your side? There will be a time where he can’t be with you. I’d suggest you be careful.” 

I cocked my head to the side, lips parting in a smug smile. “Is that a threat?” 

Baron gave a one shoulder shrug. “What could you possibly do?” 

My knuckles collided with his chin, his body clattering to the hard floor below and he brought the stool down with him. The loud noise caught the attention now from everyone around us but I paid them no mind. 

Baron went to stand up but I placed the heel of my shoe deep into his chest, locking him into place on the ground. 

“Let’s get one thing straight, Zemo,” I dug my heel harder into his chest when I felt him struggle against me. “I don’t need them to protect me. Clearly, I have zero problem dealing with men like you.”  

Steve looked around us, people now crowding around us even closer, and gently grabbed my elbow. 

“Y/N, we need to go,” his voice was soft but urgent.

I watched as one guy with a knife gripped tight in his hand slowly stalked towards me which caused Bucky to wrap an arm around me and pull me into his chest. 

“Keep your head low,” he breathed in my ear. 

With my own arm wrapped around his side, I let him quickly lead me out of the club, Sam and Steve following very close behind. 

[duchessdepolignaca03]

WIP Wednesday - A Most Self-Indulgent WIP

Getting an early jump on WIP Wednesday (GASP). I think I am coming to terms with the fact that I have a very specific wheelhouse that I like to play in. And it's not going to be something that 99.9% of the fandom will care for, but my God am I going to write my self-indulgent bullshit. But still, I'd be interested to know if there's any interest at all in this BS :D

So I bring my latest WIP, currently titled: Horny Trophy Wife!Henry Committing Adultery with Alex in a Vaguely Historical European Setting, feat. not-Baron Zemo.

Warnings: Mpreg of the hand wavy variety, Forced Marriage, Infidelity/Adultery.

Read under the cut. Tags also under the cut!

Henry looks over at his husband across the table, and barely conceals the grimace that wishes to peek through his wide, placating smile. Five years of his life he has given this man, five years of wearing the mask of a happy, content spouse. It’s true that the Baron is handsome in his own right, unimaginably wealthy and educated and refined despite his humble origin, and on paper ought to be an ideal husband. But the Baron’s stubborn nature and Henry’s tempestuous fury make for a sorry, wretched match. 

Yet Henry cannot say their marriage has been unproductive. Four little angels he has given the Baron, all four with strawberry-hued yellow hair and eyes as blue and fearsome as his own. They are Henry’s creatures, clinging to him like barnacles even as they grew out of infancy. His little angels serve as balms to his unrelenting loneliness, the ache of foreignness and not-belonging that will never dissipate from where it has settled down into his bones like the bitter cold air of this unforgiving land.

Henry craves the excitement he has been denied his whole life. First, because he was a threat to his older brother, who was pale and sickly yet ambitious, a stark contrast to Henry’s vigour, fertility and frivolity. Henry’s circumscribed upbringing was intended to diminish him in the eyes of the world, lest the unparalleled beauty and grace of the spare cause him to rise above the anointed heir. The match with the Baron was therefore ideal: the marriage brought England wealth and a mighty ally, and Henry would vanish out of sight and out of mind. 

Then, because he was dutiful and sweet, he was with child within weeks of his wedding night. His fertile belly had scarcely been empty since, a consequence of his temper flaring up at his husband, making them both concupiscent despite the lack of affection for one another in their hearts. As each one came into the world, the Baron jested that Henry was birthing his own army to rival the Baron’s own. Henry demurely denied his allegations, instead dreaming of more illustrious futures for his babes than to become lords and ladies of desolate lands rich only in the treasures that could be hewn from the rocks. 

But there is little promise of excitement in his life, besides the happiness the children bring. Occasionally, his heart will race – like when there is little news days after the end of one of the Baron’s military campaigns, and he can briefly fantasize about a merry widowhood. Then news arrives and his hopes are dashed and his husband returns and he finds himself once again with child even though the last one is barely out of swaddling clothes. 

A visit by emissaries of a young nation sets the court abuzz. The new nation had been born out of the ashes of a rival empire the Baron had helped set aflame, and so the visitors were to be honoured with days of dazzling amusement. But Henry is in a melancholy mood, and cannot bring himself to pretend to look forward to the long, agonising hours of politicking he will have to attend at his husband’s side. 

There is a silver lining, however. A quite literal one. The Baron, in all of his wisdom and quest to show off his dearest prize, had commissioned an elegant gown for Henry to wear to the ball celebrating the emissaries’ arrival, inspired by the suits of armour from the ancient days of chivalry. And bashful as he might play, Henry is a creature of vanity, excited by the notion of being observed and desired as an ethereal, untouchable beauty: the Baron’s angel of war and mother to his nation.

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[queenoftheworldisdead]

C.R.E.A.M

Chapter 4

A/N: I edited chapter 1 and 2 so reader doesn’t know who Zemo is. Just fyi if you’ve read this series when I first wrote it. Reader is female. No physical descriptors used. Let me know if i fucked up and not do that. Chat me up i don’t bite!

Summary: Thor crossed the wrong man, now you are caught in middle.

Warning: Adult content only! 18+ only please. Dark! There is potentially triggering stories ahead.

Dark Thor x Reader, Dark Zemo x Reader (Mein Hase), Drug lord AU

Mein Hase: German for my Bunny 🐇

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You felt stupid. This was stupid. A smarter version of yourself would’ve lied—found an excuse to get out of this situation. But no, you’d panicked and let him lead you to his SUV.

You thank the elderly driver as he opens the door for you both. Sliding into the back seat, you feel the soft leather beneath you, warm but somehow stifling. The space between you and Zemo shrinks and the air becomes thick. You turn your gaze to the window, watching the city blur by in streaks of color, trying to focus on the familiar sights in a desperate attempt to calm the rising wave of anxiety threatening to swallow you whole.

“Thank you for joining me,” Zemo says, his voice measured. You don’t turn to look, but you sense him leaning away, his focus drifting to the passing scenery. The steady hum of the engine only amplifies the tension.

An itch tickles your neck, and you glance over. In the reflection of the glass, you catch his eyes on you, watching. You quickly look away, heart pounding.

You shift in your seat, the edges of your nerves unraveling. “I guess… I don’t understand why you want to have lunch with me.”

“Tell me, how much does Thor pay you, mein Hase?” His words cut through the air with the weight of judgment, a thin veil of disgust coating every syllable.

The ground beneath you seems to tilt. A wave of nausea rolls in. Your mind scrambles, flashes of that night with Thor—how he refused to listen—how he had taken what wasn’t his to take.

You say nothing. The silence stretching as you felt your mind spiral, tightening like a knot in your chest.

“Does he fill your apartment with pretty things?” His tone casual, almost mocking, but each word lands like a punch.

Thor. Just the thought of him makes your stomach churn. You hadn’t asked for the expensive dinners, the extravagant gifts, or the uninvited touches that followed. Everyone knew the Odinsons—respected, feared, untouchable.

His wife, a frequent guest at the auctions, painted the perfect picture of a family man. But beneath that, he was a criminal, a dangerous man second in line to a powerful empire. And a womanizer. You’d tried to say no, but men like him didn’t hear that word. They couldn’t. To them, 'no' simply didn’t exist.

Now it feels like it was happening all over again. Had Thor sold you off? You dig your nails into your palms, trying to ground yourself.

“I-I,” your voice cracking, barely a whisper. The tears you'd fought so hard to suppress finally spilling over, burning hot against your skin. "I never asked for this… I-I didn’t choose…"

"Calm down... breathe." He turns to you, a hand sliding across your back, a light touch—reassuring, but unwelcome. More like a violation than an act of gentleness.

"We’ve arrived, Baron Zemo," the driver’s voice cut through the haze, pulling you harshly back to reality.

Zemo's attention shifts slightly and before you could fully register it, your body moves. You bolt from the SUV, ignoring the calls to stop.

Horns blare as you dart onto the street, your feet hitting the pavement hard. You dash through the lanes of traffic, narrowly avoiding vehicles as you reach the other side. Everything becomes a blur—faces, cars, noise—all distant, out of reach. It didn’t matter where you were going, just that you had to get away.

💵

The encounter with Zemo leaves you feeling hollow, as if everything inside you has drained away. How many people knew? How many more times would this happen? You’d hoped, naively, that you were just some temporary plaything Thor would eventually get bored with and discard. But now, an even darker possibility gnaws at you—that you’re nothing more than a pawn, passed around in his circle of powerful friends.

Cold realization slows your pace. Your heart pounds in your chest. What did you just do? Disrespecting one of Thor's friends could mean swift, brutal punishment. What would Zemo do? You don't know anything about him. Was he just as dangerous, or worse?

You bite down on your bottom lip, your fingers trembling as you clutch your phone. Without thinking, you open the browser, your legs moving on autopilot in a direction you barely register. You search for Zemo’s name, desperate to know more about the man you’ve just fled from.

You read the results, the headlines screaming at you: Sokovian Crime Boss, Baron Zemo blood rivals with the boarding Asgardians, Turn Territory into a War Zone.

You squint in confusion at another article: Zemo listed among his wife and son. all killed during their son’s birthday party, with rumors circulating that the Odinsons were prime suspects in the attack. Your heart stops. how could that be? from the pictures that was the man you knew as Zemo.

Your stomach sinks, lightheartedness creeping in. Was he going to kill you to send a message? You were disposable—just another one of Thor's whores.

The weight of it all crashes over you. Your phone feels heavier in your trembling hand as the dizziness threatens to pull you under.

💵

Your body returns to the warehouse, but your mind is still far away. You move through the motions of your tasks. Zemo’s face haunts every step, but you try and push it away in vein. He knew too much—where you lived, worked, even your connection to Thor. Should you even be here? Were you putting your coworkers in danger?

A hand lands on your shoulder, and you flinch, your heart skipping a beat. Natasha’s voice pulls you from your spiraling thoughts, but the tension doesn’t leave your chest.

"You alright?"

You nod too and force a smile that doesn't reach your eyes. "Uh… fine." You lie, though the tremor in your voice surely betrays you.

Natasha’s brow arches, skeptical, but she doesn’t press further. "I just wanted to thank you for the great work you did at the auction. I know it wasn’t easy, but you were great."

"Right," you mumble, still distracted. The praise barely registers as you shift on your feet. "Glad I could help."

"Good... Because I need another favor."

You fight back a frown, but you can't stop your stomach from clenching at the thought of doing another auction.

"Tony’s hosting a charity casino night. I need you to go in my place to represent the warehouse."

"Me? What about you?" you choke out.

She hesitates, her gaze lowering briefly before she answers. "I’ll be there… with Tony."

The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. Your eyes catch the glint of a diamond on her finger. She notices and quickly shoves her hands into her pockets—it’s an engagement ring, no doubt.

"Natasha, I’m so sorry…" Your voice softens as you give her a worried look, but she refuses to meet your eyes.

She forces a chuckle, but it’s hollow. "Don’t be. I underestimated how far he'd go to torment me."

The weight of her admission makes your chest tighten. There’s more to her story, but you know better than to push.

"Anyway… the event," she continues. "It’s to celebrate his retirement. He’s passing the reins to his protégé. It’s supposed to be good faith event—introducing him to the other families, politicians, everyone. I know I’m asking a lot, but you won’t need to do much. Just show up, smile. People might hassle you for invites to the next auction, but you can handle that. Just… don’t mention my name this time. As far as they’re concerned, you’re in charge."

💵

You stand in front of your apartment door and breathe in. Today was long, too long, but now at least it was over.

You twist the key in the lock, and with a soft click, you push the door open. A wash of warm light spills into the hallway. Your chest tightens—you never leave the light on. The thought makes your pulse quicken.

Your eyes search the living room, nothing is out of place, but unease doesn’t leave you. Your thoughts fall to Thor, he didn’t have a key-not like a lock would stop him.

The familiar rattle of the kettle catches your ear, pulling you from your thoughts. You step in cautiously, your gaze drifting toward the kitchen. Steam rises, curling in soft wisps, the whistle still moments away. It hasn’t been on long. The realization makes your stomach twist.

“Hello again mien Hase. Welcome home.” Your breath catches in your throat. Zemo’s voice floats in from the hallway. He steps out slowly, a smile soft on his lips, but it does nothing to ease the gnawing fear clawing at your insides. If anything, it tightens the coil. “From the the look on your face I deduce by now you've figured out who I am by now-yes?"

Stiffly you nod as he moves to the kitchen. He opens the cabinet where you keep your cups and moves without fail to the next that keeps your teas. Every motion calculated, as if he’d done it a thousand times before.

“I assure you I am not a ghost,” he says, his tone gentle, almost soothing, though it sends a chill down your spine. “And you have nothing to fear. You’re not the one I’m after. Now, come. Have a seat. This is your home, after all.”

You don’t believe him, but you do as you're told, moving without protest. The bar-stool scrapes against the linoleum floor, the sound grating, as you drag it back and sit down. You swallow thickly, eyes on him as he steeps his tea with infuriating calm.

"Are you going to hurt me?" The question slips out before you can stop it, your voice trembling under the weight of your anxiety.

He chuckles softly, lips curving into a smile as he takes a slow sip from his cup.

"No, mein Hase." His voice dips, the accent curling around the words like a caress. "Tea?"

You shake your head, throat tight. "No, thank you."

He places his cup down with a careful clink, fingers spreading wide across the countertop, drumming lightly as he leans forward. The air between you feels thinner, suffocating.

"Relax, mein Hase. I've only come to congratulate you on your promotion."

Your brows knit in confusion. "I... I didn’t get a promotion."

He tilts his head, a mockery of surprise flickering across his face. "Really? How strange. Apologies, I must’ve been misinformed. Does that also mean you won’t be attending Herr Stark’s charity event?"

"Yes... I promised Mrs. Romanoff I’d attend on behalf of the warehouse." You answer, hands twisting together in your lap. You dig your nails into your palms, willing yourself not to shake. Running seems pointless. Calling for help, even more so. What would you say? That a man Thor tried to kill is sitting in the apartment Thor pays for? The police wouldn’t take you seriously. And Thor... Thor would find out.

Maybe that’s what Zemo wants. Have Thor find your corpse. Your stomach twists tighter at the thought.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, voice deceptively gentle, but you can’t find the strength to answer. Can’t even look at him. The air is getting thinner and your throat feels like it wants to close.

Hot tears spill over when you he touches you, it's almost tender, but you barely feel it through the haze of dread that clouds your mind.

"It seems I have a knack for making you cry," he tuts, a note of amusement in his voice. "I shall leave you to collect yourself."

You don’t stop sobbing as he bends down, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, nor as his footsteps fade down the hallway. The door clicks shut behind him, but the sobs wracking your chest don’t stop, not even then.

[yelenasdiary]

Forbidden Character Index

Here's a list of the characters that are either mentioned within the series or have a small part. It also includes their job (if any) and/or their relationship.

Female Characters -

Y/n Bishop - Helps out at Sam's store || Kate's younger sister.

Kate Bishop - Hunter || Y/n's older sister.

Yelena Belova - Bounty Hunter || Nat's younger sister.

Natasha Romanoff - Owns an Orphanage || Yelena's older sister.

Wanda Maximoff - Sticks to Herself || Pietro's sister.

Maria Hill - Helps Nat with the Orphanage.

Carol Danvers - Law Woman.

Aunt May - Journalist, Baker || Peter's Aunt.

Pepper Potts - Tony's Assistant & Wife.

Maya Lopez - Native American of the Cheyenne Nation. 

Agatha Harkness - Outlaw.

Peggy Carter - Law Woman || Wife of Steve.

Kamala Khan - Apart of Y/n's friend group.

Eleanor Bishop - Kate & Y/n’s Mother.

Lady Sif - Bounty Hunter.

Jane Foster - Lumberjack bookkeeper || Wife of Thor.

Valkyrie - Outlaw.

Shuri - Scientist || Sister of T'Challa.

Cassie Lang - Apart of Y/n's friend group || Daughter of Scott.

America Chavez - Apart of Y/n's friend group.

MJ - Apart of Y/n's friend group.

Melina Vostokoff - Scientist || Yelena & Nat's Mother & Wife of Alexei.

Male Characters

Bucky 'James' Barnes - Owns and runs the Saloon.

Derek Shepard - Kate & Y/n’s father.

Sam Wilson - Owns and runs the General Store.

Steve Rogers - Sheriff of Blisswater || Husband of Peggy Carter.

Peter Parker - Paper Boy || Aunt May's Nephew.

Tony Stark - Owns Stark Industries || Husband of Pepper Potts.

Bruce Banner - Main Doctor of Blisswater, also a travelling Doctor.

Steve Strange - Apothecary.

Clint Barton - Gunsmith.

Pietro Maximoff - Works around at different ranches || Wanda's Brother.

Nick Fury - Barber.

T’Challa - Banker || Brother of Shuri.

Thor - Lumberjack || Husband of Jane & Brother of Loki.

Loki - Outlaw || Brother of Thor.

Peter Quill - Blacksmith.

Scott Lang - Stable Owner || Cassie's Father.

Erik Killmonger - Outlaw.

Baron Zemo - Outlaw.

Johann Shmidt - Outlaw (Red Skull Gang).

Alexei Shostakov - Lumberjack || Yelena & Nat's Father & Husband of Melina.

Ned Leeds - Apart of Y/n's friend group.

General Dreykov - Outlaw.

Original Characters -

All OC's are just fill in characters. They'll most likely be mentioned but will have no major roll. These are people who live in and around the map, basically NPCs.

[wandafiction]

Family - Just Us Chapter 44

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2686

Series List | Chapter 43 | Chapter 45

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"I love you nugget. I will see you later, yeah?" Morgan nods frantically with a wide smile on her face.

"Yes please sissy! We still need to do film night!" She hugs me tightly and I give her a small squeeze before planting a kiss on her forehead. 

"We do indeed. Right, go with Papa T and I will see you soon."

"I love you 3000 Y/n." I feel the tears sting my eyes at her words.

"I love you to nugget." She climbs off the bed, grabbing Tony and Pepper's hand walking in the middle of the two of them as she drags them out of the hospital room. I then turn to look at Carol.

"Are you going to be okay?" I hate making her worry, but that will never stop because she is my sister.

"Go be with your wife and child, before they think you've ditched them for me." Carol huffs out a laugh. "Oh and say hi to that stupid cat of yours."

"It's not stupid Y/n, it just doesn't like you." I hold a hand to my heart.

"Oof. What's not to like about me?" Carol raises a playful eyebrow towards me, so I grab the pillow from behind me and Wanda and chuck it at her, making the other two women who haven't left my side laugh out. 

"Rude."

"You love me."

"I guess." Before I can grab something to throw at her she rushes out of the door and looks through the pane of glass where she receives a middle finger from me, and she gives one right back in return. When she disappears my phone goes off.

Carol: Love you bitch.

Me: Yeah, Yeah. I love you too.

I lock my phone and place it on the bedside table, the room is engulfed in the most silence it has been in a few hours. After the questioning by Christina, we continued to talk about the legal proceedings and how my case is the cherry on the top in getting rid of ultron. I should probably explain a few things so you are all caught up too.

So I bet you are wondering what does Carl have to do with this? Well Carl is the son of Baron Zemo, yes that Zemo. Zemo and his wife could have been the next leaders of Sokovia and they would have been the best there was, they would have been able to create something good out of their ruling. Anyway, Ultron managed to scare them off by doubling his troops and creating fake propaganda. He was also able to get a hit on his son, Carl, the same boy I saved. He hired someone to kill the kid. Fortunately, I was there when this went down and was able to use my basic skills that Dr Cho had taught me to keep him alive until we could get him safely to hospital. 

When Zemo and his wife came to see him, they were still in hiding and I promised them I would make sure he was okay. I never break a promise. So that's why he stays with the woman at the coven café, hiding him in plain sight. I paid off all his medical bills so nothing could be traced to Zemo. Shield have been after Ultron since he came to power but they never had enough evidence behind them to put him away, he did a good job at hiding the fact he put a hit on a child. Even though everyone knows it was him. It seems that he did something wrong when covering his tracks up with the murder of my wife and child so now Shield has the authority from the UN to put him behind bars for good. This also means that Zemo will finally be able to make something good out of Sokovia. Let's just hope he can lead a country better than he can dance.

So yeah I kind of have a crazy back story, doesn't everyone in these types of stories? Doesn't it give me some humanity and something you guys can hold onto and I don't know, come up with theories?

"Baby?" Wanda's voice pulls me out of my world and I hum in acknowledgement to her voice. "Where did you go? I've been trying to gain your attention the past few minutes."

"Sorry I was away with the fairies, just thinking over everything that's happened today." Damn you fairies. 

"Well I was just going to ask if you were up for two more visitors?" 

"Sure princess." Wanda nods at Nat who comes and gives me a hug whispering in my ear.

"You have my number if you need anything." 

"Thank you." Natasha leaves the room, I'm assuming to go get our other guests. Wanda moves around on the bed, shuffling her body down the bed so her legs intertwine with mine and her head comes to rest in my lap as I am still sitting up against the head of the bed. She wraps one arm around my waist, while the other bends and she moves her head to use it as a pillow on my lap, her hands drawing small circles with her index fingers. 

"I'm sorry you went through all that Y/n. I know sorry doesn't offer much, but I truly am sorry that you have been through much hurt at such a young age." I can hear the sadness in her voice and when I look down at her I see the small pout on her lips.

"We all go through stuff Wanda, some people experience it over their lifetime and some people experience it close together. But we all experience hurt and heartbreak. It's just the way of life. I've come to understand that those sorts of things are out of control, even when I think they aren't. I know I can't control what is not in my hands." 

"Your therapy session seems to be helping already." 

"Why do you think that?"

"Because you said it was out of your control when earlier you couldn't help but pin the blame to yourself." Wanda's head turns in my lap to look up at me and I give her a smile and she beams up at me.

"That's because I know it's true. I don't blame myself anymore, not in my heart but when I have flashbacks that bad my brain takes time to reboot as I like to call it to remember the work I have put in to make it catch up with my heart." 

"That makes sense. Can I have a kiss?" She puckers her lips as I laugh at her goofiness as I lean down our lips touching in a gentle kiss. When I sit back up she rubs her lips together savouring the moment.

"You never have to ask for a kiss Wanda?" 

"Yeah but it's fun to hear you laugh about it. I love your laugh." Her nose scrunches as I laugh out some more and I can feel her whole body snuggle closer to me. 

There is a small knock on the door and when I look up through the pane of glass I can't see anyone which makes me scrunch my eyebrows. Wanda seems to know who is out there though as she giggles and tells them to come in. I light up with a huge smile on my face as the twins enter the room, closing the door gently being them. When I see the both of them make their way to the chairs in the room, I pat the bed instead telling them to join me and Wanda. I bring my legs up to sit criss-cross applesauce, but Wanda remains in her position obviously comfortable and content with where she is. 

"How are you feeling Y/n?" Billy asks as he sits down towards the end of the bed looking between me and Wanda with soft eyes.

"Better thank you Billy. You guys didn't have to come but I'm grateful you did." Tommy climbs up next to me, sitting against the head of the bed with me and I wrap a protective arm around his shoulders as his head rests against my shoulder.

"Of course we did. When we heard you were in hospital we wanted to come straight away, but thought it best that you see your family first. When Sharon let us know that you were awake we finished our game and came straight here." I pull Tommy closer and pat the space in front of me to signal Billy to come closer. He sits criss-cross applesauce right in front of me, our knees almost touching, Wanda's arm that was around my waist moves to drape over Billy's legs. I lean forward grabbing onto one of Billy's hands, and Wanda instantly places her hand on top as they all rest on Billy's knee. 

"You boys are so thoughtful, kind and caring. In the few days that I've known you I can see that, and I feel that. You have an amazing mom and you are two amazing children. There is just so much love that you three share and I'm in awe everytime I see it. I just need you to know that I care about you guys too, and I will do anything for you guys. Okay?" 

Wanda plants a kiss on my leg squeezing the small group of hands together and Tommy snuggles closer to me. It makes me smile wide and I can feel Wanda smiling too and I'm sure her nose is scrunched.

"Y/n?" There is a shyness to Tommy's voice, so I gently turn to look at him and he seems to shy away at the three pairs of eyes on him when he looks at Wanda and Billy.

"What's up Tommy." I keep my voice calm and collected, whatever he wants to ask he is nervous. 

"I know that we have only known you for like 4 days since we met on Friday, but after this weekend I have to ask something."

"You can ask me anything you want Tommy."

"Are we like a family now?" I smile at his question and internally scream with joy.

"If that's what you and Billy want."

"It's what I want." Tommy looks up to his brother for approval and Billy looks between me and him with a huge toothy smile on his face.

"So is this, like how we make this family official? Just say yes, because if so then yeah I love that it's the four of us." Billy says excitedly.

"The four of us against the world!" Tommy waves his arms about in the air to emphasize his point. "Is that okay mama?" 

"I love you two boys and I love Y/n, so I absolutely love the idea of having us as one big family." I lean down to kiss the side of Wanda's head and the boys cover their eyes jokingly.

"My poor eyes. I'm blinded!" Billy falls back, allowing his back to hit the bed as he pretends to be hurt. All it does is give me the perfect opportunity.

I quickly lean forward bringing my hands to his tummy and start to tickle him. His body wiggles underneath me as he arms flail about trying to get me off, but his giggles echo around the room. His brother teams up with me as he starts tickling Billy's side, Wanda sits up laughing at the site. Her smile grows bigger as she moves to hover her face over his and brings it down to leave a kiss on his forehead. 

"Mwuah." Kiss on the cheek. "Mwuah." Kiss on the nose. "Mwauh." Another Kiss on his forehead. 

We keep up the torment until he is telling us to stop, so we all pull back but his body is still squirming and his laughs don't die out for a while. Once he calms down and catches his breath he sits up and looks between the three of us with a small pout on his face.

"That was mean, my lungs hurt." He crosses his arms trying to act angry but I can see the smile on his face growing.

"Aww you love us really." Wanda coos at him like a little baby earning an eye roll from Billy.

"Yes I do." Billy replies without hesitation. "I love you all."

"We love you too Bill." His brother pokes his tongue at him.

"Yeah no I lied, I love 2 out of 3 of you. Sorry Tommy, but calling me Bill gets you left out of the club." My heart skips a beat at his words but I hide my elation at his words but Wanda can't hide hers. 

"So that means you love Y/n?" Billy simply rolls his eyes at his mother's question.

"Of course I do. She loves you, she makes you happy and we get on with her and we want to hang out with her more so yeah. I love all my family." He points at Tommy. "I will let it slide this time because Mama's going all sappy."

"Awww is Mama sappy at the fact we all love each other dearly." Tommy mocks her, earning a light smack to his leg by Wanda.

"It's okay Wanda I love you the most, but the boys are a close second." I see Wanda's hand move but hesitate from hitting my leg as she turns to look up at me with unsure eyes. "You're allowed, it's just when it comes close to my face or leaves my peripheral vision."

"So hitting your legs is okay?" I know Wanda is concerned but I can't help but wiggle my eyebrows at her and the boys scrunch their faces in disgust.

"Sorry! Yes you are allowed to playfully smack my leg when I'm being sarcastic." 

"Okay good." Her hand makes contact with my leg and all four of us laugh together at Wanda's child-like behaviour.

"So now that we are a family. Can we do family Halloween costumes this year and maybe a family holiday or something?" Billy asks, as Wanda settles her head back into my lap.

"I like that idea. What do you two think?" I turn to look at Billy and Wanda who are both smiling.

"Please mama! We can go on a small holiday and then come back for Halloween night!" Tommy leans forward slightly so Wanda can see his puppy dog eyes.

"Where would you guys like to go?" The boys celebrate as Wanda all but agrees to the idea.

"I didn't get that far ahead." Billy shrugs his shoulders.

"So, this is just an idea and your mom has to ok the idea. If she says no, then we can figure something else out." Wanda looks up at me from my lap, raising her eyebrows in question. "I do have that cabin Wanda."

"Oh right. Are you sure it would be okay to go there?" 

"Of course. We bought the place a few years ago, but I haven't really used it in a while. We can fly out and rent a car. Maybe go for the week and come back for the weekend of Halloween." Wanda hums in thought then looks to her boys.

"What do you two think about spending a week in the Canadian wilderness in Y/n's cabin?" Both boys bounce excitedly on the bed.

"Yes please!"

"Yes, that sounds really cool!"

"Well I guess we have a plan for the school half term."

"Just make sure you okay it with their dad, I don't want to take them to another country without him knowing." 

"I will baby." 

"Okay so what do you want to do for the rest of the night boys, as I am being discharged in the next hour." 

"Can we just have a family night on the couch again like yesterday." Tommy asks.

"Yeah what Tommy said, I just want a lazy night with you guys." 

"Sounds good to me. What about you princess?"

"Family night on the couch sounds good to me."

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Alone in Berlin (2016)

Captain America: Civil War (2016)

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The Cloverfield Paradox (2018)

7 Days in Entebbe (2018)

The Alienist (2018 - 2020)

Just One Last Question (2020)

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La Contadora de Películas (2023)

Race for Glory: Audi vs. Lancia (2024)

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[thedogsled]

The Baron's Collection

Card Number: B089 Square Filled: K2 AU: Thief Word count: 375 Rating: G Main pairing: pre Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo Major tags: alternate universe, thief Bucky, royalty au Summary: Bucky messes with the wrong Baron.

The world knows very little about Baron Zemo. They don’t know just how rich he is, for one thing, nor about his priceless collection of antique cars. There’s his dead wife and son, of course–being royalty, that kind of information tends to hit the front page quite often. But Zemo pays money to keep his domestic affairs private, generally speaking, and that includes his homes, his warehouses, his bachelor pads–and his garages. It’s the latter of his properties which draws Bucky Barnes’ interest. He’s not just an avid collector himself, after all - though he can’t help but partake - but someone who acquires fine specimens for the collections of others, and Zemo owns some vehicles which are not just rare but one of a kind; the only one remaining in the world. The prices Bucky can get for taking on the risk of stealing them is significant enough that he goes looking for that secret information, drawn to it like a moth to the flame the moment he gets a sniff that he might be on to something.

His insider is an old man, a long time butler of the Zemo family who, Bucky learns, resents the fact that service to the Zemo family has left him without a family of his own. What’s the point of his riches, his lifetime of service, if he has to spend his golden years alone? Oeznik gets him into the garage, and from there all Bucky needs to do is choose his prize, drive it out, put it in a container and hello Madripoor, why yes, he would like the Presidential suite.

But there’s a hitch. The garage’s lights come up, floodlit, and Bucky is suddenly surrounded, big looking goons in every direction, and no way out. And Oeznik - that son of a bitch - opens the door of the beautiful coupe that Bucky had his eyes on, to permit a man to climb out of it. Baron fucking Zemo himself, complete with signature long coat and signature dorky smirk.

“Mr. Barnes,” he says, with that slick European accent that Bucky has to bet is at least half fake. “Can I call you James? How good to meet you at last. I’ve heard you have a talent for securing motorcars…”

[st-eve-barnes]

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You could be mine (Zemo x fem reader)

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Hunting Roses - Chapter 4

AN: This is a yandere Zemo fic. That means that it will have dark content. I do not endorse these relationships and behaviour in real life. This chapter contains mentions of death, tears, pain, divorce, grief, manipulation, fear, panic, and funerals. Also, please let me know if you like the new mood board!

Steve Rogers who was also known as Captain America was not having a good day.  To begin with, General Ross, a man who operated on fear and not respect had introduced the Sokovian Accords to the Avengers.  In doing so, Ross had ensured that each one of the Avengers thoroughly understood that an overwhelming majority of the governments around the world supported the Accords and what would happen to anyone who opposed the Accords in any way, shape, or fashion.

Steve wasn’t blind.  He’d seen the way that Ross zeroed in on Wanda and heard how he kept repeating and emphasising the complete title of the Accords.  He was proud of the way that you and Rhodey had stood up for her.

Steve’s mind was whirring when Ross announced that you had immunity and the other Avengers didn’t.  He had just realised that the singular offer of manipulation was part of a bigger, hidden plan when his phone vibrated.

The message that lit up his screen only contained two words.  But those words were enough to cause another crack in his heart.  Steve’s gaze became unfocused and all he could see were the words, “She’s gone.”

His body trembled as he announced that he had to leave.  Steve couldn’t bring himself to turn around to look at any of his team because he feared that they would see the tears pooling in his eyes and the pain in his heart.

Fifteen minutes later, Steve found himself carrying Peggy’s coffin with five other people.  He had tuned out the whole service and his gaze had become blurry as he stared unblinkingly at Peggy’s coffin.  While there were certainly people in the church that knew of his dual identity, he was sure that none of them would judge him for his grief.

The end of the service came too quickly and not fast enough for Steve and he once again found himself guiding Peggy to her final resting place.  Due to the large crowd, it was easy for him to slip away and return to the now empty church.

That was where Natasha found him.  Natasha had just finished explaining that Tony, Rhodey, and Vision had already signed the Accords.  When Steve asked about Wanda, Natasha replied that Wanda was under house arrest and Tony’s protection.

Steve’s throat felt dry as he gathered his courage to ask Natasha if she had signed the Accords too.  He was afraid that her answer would mean that he would lose another friend.

Steve felt his heart constrict as Natasha confirmed that she had signed the Accords.  He blew out his breath in a disappointed exhale and bent his head to look at the ground instead of Natasha.  Steve couldn’t even find it in himself to reproach Natasha when her phone rang in the church and she answered it.

His head shot up when he heard her tone change.

“Say that again,” the spy commanded, lowering the hand that held her phone to waist level and pressing the speaker button.

“I’d be more than happy to arrange a hearing appointment for you, Widow, although I didn’t think that I’d need to do that for a couple more decades.”

“Tony.” Natasha snapped.

“Not in the mood for jokes I see.” Tony replied smoothly.

“What gave it away?” Natasha asked sarcastically.

“The general tone of your voice, the fact that….”

“Tony!” Steve bit out impatiently.

“Steve.  I’m sorry to hear about Peggy,” Tony stated sombrely, “and I hate to be the bearer of more unwelcome news but (Name) is nowhere to be found and a woman claiming to be the ex-wife of Baron Helmut Zemo has arrived at the compound along with Zemo’s father and son.  They are insistently demanding to talk to as many of us as they can.”

Steve’s feelings about Natasha signing the Accords were pushed to the side at Tony’s words and he and Natasha shared concerned looks.

“We’ll be there in ten minutes,” Natasha promised.

Steve couldn’t think of a time when he had been more grateful for Natasha’s driving ability even if she was a slightly reckless driver on normal occasions.  Neither of them spoke as she sped through the streets arriving at the compound in exactly ten minutes.

Steve’s curiosity and apprehension built with every step.  He and Natasha walked in silence through the compound and Steve pretended not to notice her side glances every few minutes.  While he walked, he wondered exactly what the Zemo family was doing at the compound.  He also worried about the fact that you had disappeared from the compound.

Over your time with the Avengers, Steve had been able to piece together bits and pieces of your history.  His mind kept returning to the fact that years ago, you and some others had fought against a bill called the Mutant Registration Act.  The reminder of the Act was enough to have Steve fighting a shudder.  He’d done some research on that act and he had been appalled at the fact that the Act had even been allowed to enter the Congress chambers.

Steve had also been horrified at the amount of support that the Act had amassed.  It seemed that the America he had fought for in the forties was slowly slipping away and being replaced with an unfamiliar, unpredictable, and harsher America. 

Three people stood up from their chairs as Steve and Natasha entered the conference room.  Tony, Rhodey, Clint, Wanda and Sam all turned to look at them.  Vision was the only one who didn’t.  His head was cocked to the side and he was gazing at Wanda with concern.  While Natasha sought Clint’s gaze for reassurance, Steve looked at Wanda.  Her eyes were red and the skin around them was red too and Steve felt sympathy and protectiveness surge through him.  He also noticed that Vision was standing close to her.

When Wanda spoke, her voice was firm, “Baron Heinrich Zemo, Heike Párduc, and Carl Zemo, may I introduce Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff?”

Steve frowned slightly as he tried to figure out why Wanda had introduced the three visitors the way she had.  The closest he could get to an answer was that Wanda wanted to introduce them as humans not by their job titles.  He melted when he saw Carl wave to him and he returned the gesture.

“And your other friend?  Phantasm?” Heinrich demanded forcefully, “Where is she?  We came to speak with her!”

Steve’s mind registered the with in Heinrich’s sentence and for some reason, that four letter word had his muscles tensing.  Steve estimated that Heinrich was in his mid-sixties but the man still had a formidable air around him.  Heike seemed to have a similar fire in her eyes.  With her styled, curly blonde hair and light blue eyes, Steve could be forgiven for thinking that Heike was a woman he had encountered in the forties.

Heike’s son on the other hand had innocent brown eyes underneath furrowed eyebrows and neatly parted, short brown hair.  It was easy to tell that Heinrich and Carl were related just by looking at them and Steve’s heart sank because if he could spot the similarities, chances are that other people could as well and Carl could be used as leverage against his family simply because his grandfather was royalty.

Heike turned to her son, who had sat down again while looking at Steve with an awed expression.

“Show them what you can do,” Heike urged quietly and Carl frowned deeply, closing his eyes.  When Carl reopened them, Steve was shocked to see his shield sitting on the table between them. 

Without thinking about it, Steve reached forwards to touch his shield but his hand passed through it as if it wasn’t there.

“Carl’s talent appeared the night we left Sokovia.” The Baron rumbled, his voice losing some of its forcefulness as Heike smiled at Carl proudly and the illusion of Steve’s shield vanished when Carl grinned happily up at his mother.

“We think it has something to do with his father’s innate talent of persuading people to see his point of view,” the Baron continued.  Steve understood the underlying meaning of the Baron’s words.  It seemed that the Baron’s son had no qualms about using words or force to encourage his audience to see his point of view.

“Though that isn’t the only reason why we came,” Heike revealed, “it is a small part of it.  We all wanted to thank Phantasm for her actions in Sokovia and we wanted to warn her.”

“Warn her?” Clint echoed, “Why?”

Wanda and Heike looked at each other and then Heike asked Wanda and Vision to take Carl on a tour of the compound.  Heike and Heinrich watched them leave and then Heike turned back to face Steve.  When she spoke, Steve noticed that her voice had risen slightly and he could detect notes of urgency and panic in it though her tone remained level.

“You must understand that Helmut and I fell out of love a long time ago.  We chose to stay together for Carl and because we didn’t want to give the Sokovian media any opportunity to report gossip.  I’m sure you understand that concept.”

The present Avengers all made small noises of agreement.

Heike cleared her throat, “When we landed in America and had not heard from Helmut, I began to dream of a different life.  In Sokovia, not only was he a former Colonel of the Sokovian Armed Forces but he was a commander of EKO Scorpion, an elite strike force.  As a result of his time with those organisations, I began to witness a darker side of the man.  There was a ruthlessness to him and so, I quietly made inquires about divorcing him.  Heinrich found out about my endeavours and to my surprise, he supported me.”

“People change over time.”  Heinrich asserted, “Sometimes it is not for the better.” 

Tony nodded, “I’ve had that happen to me once or twice with people I’ve known for a long time.”

Heike nodded, “Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, I was able to recover the divorce papers that I had signed before we fled Sokovia.  When Helmut arrived unexpectedly on our doorstep, he inquired about your friend and there was a longing hidden in his inquires and I thought to myself, “Why would he hide his intrigue?”  All of the answers I considered left a bitter taste in my mouth and so, I took the opportunity and presented Helmut with the divorce papers that I signed.  As soon as he left, I felt as if I had played right into his hands and so, we made plans to come here to warn Phantasm.  It seems we have arrived too late and she is gone.”

“I have a few ideas where she might have gone.”  Natasha spoke up reassuringly and some of the tension left Heike’s body although Steve saw that Heinrich was still unconvinced, “We’ll find her and we’ll tell her what you told us.”

“I will also admit that I am worried about Carl,” Heike continued and Heinrich nodded, “while I know that Helmut would be incredibly protective and if the occasion asked for it, downright wrathful if any of his enemies tried to harm Carl in any manner, Carl is a young boy who adores his father.  He knows he has a talent and if he thought he could help his father by using this talent…” Heike trailed off.  Steve could see the shock on all the Avengers’ faces particularly Natasha, Rhodey and Tony’s faces at the implication that an innocent child could be manipulated into helping his father simply because they were related.

Heinrich confirmed the hidden message in Heike’s final speech for the Avengers, “It would be best if Helmut never found out about his son’s talent but we do not live in an ideal world.  We must be practical.  Do you know of a place where my grandson can learn to use his talent safely and without fear?” 

“There’s a place called Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters,” Natasha explained “and it would be the first place (Name) would go to feel safe again.  On the outside, it appears that the school is academically focused but that is a façade.  Its true purpose is to provide a safe environment for children and adults like Carl.”

“Can you escort him there?” Heike pleaded, “I fear that my ex-husband has eyes and ears everywhere and that it will be sooner rather than later that he finds out about Carl’s gift.”

Natasha raised her chin, “I will escort him there and do my absolute best to protect him,” she vowed.