#Helmut Zemo x AdoptedSister!Reader

[missjaystone]

Happy Birthday

Summary: Helmut gave you the best and the worst gifts of your life on the same day.  Pairing(s): Helmut Zemo x AdoptedSister!Reader Word Count: 2,630 Warning(s): NONCON/RAPE, Incest, Manipulation

(THIS IS A DARK FIC MINORS DNFI: DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT)

A/N: I’ll be real, @mypoisonedvine​ inspired me to write this and now I’ll be dragging you all to hell with me. A/N PS: *Psst* find part 2 here: The Greatest Gift of All

You only stepped into the wine cellar for a minute. You were out of wine and just wanted to get some more from the cellar without bothering your family's staff, they had enough to do every day and they'd have more than enough to do tomorrow. You searched the extensive cellar before settling on a pinot noir from Boudreaux, France, a pinot grigio from Veneto, Italy, and a Rosé from La Rioja, Spain. Why your family thought it needed this much wine was still a mystery but it came in handy sometimes. As you reached up to get the rosé from a higher shelf, you heard footsteps approaching "Oeznik, is that you? Do you think you can help me get this bottle? I'm not quite tall enough." You laughed quietly to yourself but when there wasn't an answer, you turned around and to your surprise, Oeznik wasn't behind you. There, in his Colonel uniform, stood your older brother with an amused smile on his face.

"Helmut!" You exclaimed happily, setting the two bottles down and running to hug him tightly. He let out a small 'oof' when you collided with his chest, wrapping him in a tight hug "Mama and Papa said you wouldn't be able to make it!" "Well, what kind of brother would I be if I missed my little sister becoming a woman?" He asked happily as his own arms tightened around your body. You felt him pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips staying there for a moment before he stepped back, hands resting on your biceps "my god, you've truly grown up since I last saw you, draga. You've grown into such a beautiful young lady, give your favorite brother a twirl? That shade of purple looks absolutely perfect on you," You rolled your eyes but blushed hard under his compliments.

With a nod, you took a step back and twirled; your silver stiletto platform heels glint under the lights of the cellar and the skirt of your plum-purple chiffon dress that stopped just above your knees twirled effortlessly with you. The beaded bodice clung to your curves, the neckline showing a tasteful amount of cleavage while the strap crossed your shoulder blades and exposed the lower half of your back. Helmut clapped slowly a few times, that bright loving grin on his face before his expression fell to one of deep thought "somethings missing." You frowned and looked at him curiously, your head cocking to the side some like a puppy "what is?" "My gift to you, follow me," he said with a soft hum, already leading you towards the bathroom attached to the wine cellar. You looked at him curiously but followed, ignoring the slight shiver that ran through your body when you felt his hand rest on the exposed small of your back.

He turned on the light and stood behind you, reaching into his pocket "now, close your eyes, draga." You gave him a final curious look in the mirror before closing your eyes. You felt him drape something around your neck and you were practically bouncing with anticipation while you waited to open your eyes. "Okay, you can open them," he finally said and you wasted no time complying. A small gasp left your lips as you looked in the mirror, eyes immediately drawn to the diamond-studded necklace he placed on you. It was absolutely incredible, it was a series of small diamonds laid in gold that met on either side of an amethyst that had several slightly bigger amethyst hanging beneath it. "Helmut, it's beautiful, I'm at a loss for words," you said as you lightly ran your fingers over the gems, eyes watering. "I only want the best for my little sister. I bought the necklace from Tiffany's and paid a private jeweler to add those beautiful amethysts," he said softly as he hugged you from behind, looking at your reflections with a proud smile.

"Oh, Hel, it's the most beautiful thing I've seen in the world," you said softly, quickly wiping the tears that fell before they ruined any of the makeup your mother's makeup artist spent two hours on. "You look like the most beautiful young lady I've ever seen," he said softly as his head rested on your shoulder. Helmut was always a physically affectionate person when you were growing up, he often let you sleep in his room whenever you had nightmares and stayed up to take care of you when you were sick, so you didn't think twice about staying like this for a few moments. "We should get back to the party, I think our family will notice if I'm gone for too long," you stated. You made a move to leave but his hold tightened some "they'll be okay for a few more moments." "Still, Helmut, papa has a bunch of people he wants me to meet," you reasoned, making more of an effort to leave the bathroom.

In the blink of an eye, Helmut's entire demeanor changed, he kicked the door shut and locked it. You started to face him, to ask him what he was doing but his hand quickly grabbed the back of your neck as he bent you over the counter "Helmut! What the fuck are you doing?!" "I have another gift for you, Liebling, I'm gonna make you a woman," he huffed, holding your neck firmly as he worked to undo his uniform, all of his awards for honor and gallantry gleaming under the lights and taunting you as you worked to loosen his grasp on your neck and escape. "Stay fucking still before I rip this dress off and send you upstairs naked with my cum dripping from your cunt!" He hissed coldly while bunching your dress around your hips, pushing the lacy black fabric down until it pooled around your ankles. His venomous words quickly making you freeze, the only movements from you was your quivering lip and shaky, uneven breathing.

"Good girl, I'm glad you can follow orders," he said coolly as if he didn't just threaten you. "Helmut, p-please, this-this is-isn't right," you stammered out as his grip on the back of your neck tightened some. "Of course it's right, Draga, you were adopted so I could have someone, someone special to enjoy. Our parents foresaw that I'd need someone and they gave me you," his voice sounded far too sweet for the words he said, it made your stomach twist uneasily. You screwed your eyes shut, you could pretend this wasn't happening, right? You could pretend you were with somebody, anybody else. You tried to steel yourself when you heard his pants hit the floor, a shuddered breath escaping you as you tried to mentally prepare yourself. You bit back a nervous whimper when you felt his head dragging through your wetness, making a shameful and embarrassing blush color your face.

"See, Draga? Your body wants me to do this, your subconscious mind wants me to do this, the only thing stopping you from admitting it is you overthinking this," he said. His hand on your neck trailed down to the collar of your dress, bringing the zipper down with it, making the fabric fall slack. His hand snaked under the fabric instantly, a quiet groan of satisfaction leaving his lips as he lazily fondled your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. "You are allowed to make sounds, Draga; in fact, I encourage it, nobody will hear us," he chimed in as he toyed with you, teasing your sopping entrance with a proud smirk on his face.

A loud, deep groan drowned out the sound of your pained whimpers and uneven breaths as he entered you with little resistance; the only resistance came from him trying to work his length into your tight, untouched core. He hissed and let his head fall back some when he bottomed out "I knew you'd stay a virgin, little sister, you were saving yourself for me, weren't you? God, I'm so proud of you." "Hel-mut, p-please, stop," you whimpered out, knuckles turning white from the tightness you gripped the counter with. You felt the hand on your hip leave, only to feel a light slap on your cheek "open your eyes Draga, I want you to look at me when I'm fucking you." When you hesitated, he slapped you again, this time slightly harder than before "open. your. eyes." Each word punctuated with a slow pull of his hips followed by a quick push back into you.

With a resigned sigh, you opened your eyes, reluctantly meeting the brown ones you used to find so much comfort in. He tucked some hair behind your ear and smiled at you lovingly, the way a big brother looks at his sister when she graduates school, not while he's forced himself balls deep. His hand found its way back to your hip as he set a rhythm with his hips, eyes boring into yours "you feel so good, little sister, so much better than anyone else I've ever met. It's like you were made for me, huh?" He chuckled darkly as he watched you do your best not to show how you felt, but the way you held your bottom lip between your teeth told him otherwise. He leaned over you and whispered praises in Sokovian, taking his hand off of your breast and moving it down until his thumb came into contact with your clit. His thumb worked fast, tight circles on the little bundle of nerves while his hips sped up, getting rougher.

He angled his hips some and pulled out almost entirely, only to immediately slam back inside of you with a vengeance; he quite literally started pounding the moans out of you. Your moans were a mixture of pain and pleasure, you thought you actually felt the head of his member hitting your cervix with each thrust. "Have you any idea how many nights I stayed awake stroking myself, imagining this moment? All those summers our family went to the beach and it took all my patience and control not to take you in front of everyone when you wore those tiny bikinis? Now, you're finally mine and this moment is better than I ever imagined," he rambled, his breathing getting noticeably more shallow while his rhythm became less consistent. "Fuck, I'm so close, Liebling, I can't wait to paint your tight, warm walls with my seed. I always thought you'd look so beautiful with your belly swollen with my child, your breasts full of milk for the future generation of Zemos," he rambled, a sudden urgency behind his thrusts as he chased his own high.

You felt like you were seconds away from biting your own lip off, trying everything you could think of to stave off the impending orgasm you felt quickly approaching as the knot in your belly tightened. His rambles turned from English to Sokovian to just incoherent rambles. "Come on, little sister, just let go and cream all over your dear brother's cock," he hissed in your ear. You shook your head at the request but you knew you couldn't stop it. He only pounded harder, angry at your denial. You tried, you tried so hard not to but you couldn't stop the orgasm that racked your body in waves. He chuckled lowly and smirked at you in the mirror as he watched your expression contort into one of pleasure. He pulled your ass flush against his hips and came. You felt more and more nauseous when you felt each rope of cum shot into you. Your legs shook beneath you and your head hung in shame, tears streaming down your cheeks and falling into the sink as you sobbed quietly.

Helmut leaned over you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you securely to him "sh, shh, it's okay little sister, I know it hurt this time but it'll get easier the more we do this, I promise." He moved your hair over your shoulder and planted soft, gentle kisses on the back of your neck and exposed shoulders "I love you so much, Draga, more than anything and I wish I didn't have to be so rough with you, but you didn't give me a choice." "Please, Helmut, go away forever," you whispered shakily between sobs. He tsked quietly "no, you're mine and I'll be home more often to make you see that you were made for me. Now, let's get dressed, fix ourselves, and rejoin your birthday party upstairs. I'll be pulling your panties back up quickly, by the way; we don't want all that seed dripping out of you, do we?"

You gave a silent, shaky nod and the second he pulled out of you, he leaned down and pulled your underwear up, but not before gathering the small amount that was dripping out and pushing it back into you. He brought his drenched fingers up to your face "lick them clean, Liebling." It was a soft order, but an order nonetheless, so you complied. You held his wrist and slowly took his fingers into your mouth, lightly sucking and swirling your tongue around the digits. He pulled his fingers out when he was satisfied and resumed getting dressed, helping you fix and resituate your dress. Once again, he hugged you from behind and rested his head on your shoulder, running his fingers over the necklace he gave you "I love you, Draga, never forget that. Okay? Happy Birthday, baby sister." You nodded slowly, trying not to burst into tears. Just like that, he left the bathroom, grabbing the bottles of wine you came down for on his way out.

Your eyes shot open and you woke up in a feverish sweat, shooting up to a sitting position trying to catch your breath. It must be that time of year again, your birthday; you hadn't officially celebrated it since the incident almost a decade ago, but every year without fail you had continuous nightmares in the weeks surrounding your birthday. After it happened, you endured it while you were in college until you graduated, then you moved away without a word. You stopped talking to your parents save for the occasional holiday card and you never talked to or about Helmut; they knew you knew. After a year of shitty jobs and moving around, you landed a nice job as a conservationist at a zoo in Poland. You loved it and felt like you could relax some, but you still never dated. You probably should have gone to intensive therapy but you couldn't bring yourself to.

You glanced at the time on your phone and let out a soft sigh as you fell back into bed. It was 9:30 and you didn't have to be at the zoo until noon so you had a couple of hours to relax. Unfortunately, your peace was disturbed by a knock on your front door. Your plan was to ignore it but when the knocking didn't stop, you forced yourself out of bed with an annoyed huff. The cold wood made you shiver for a second before your feet got used to it and you walked to the living room. The knocking didn't stop until you unlocked both deadbolts and the lock chain. "Can I he...lp you?" Your voice quickly died when you saw the person standing there. Chocolate brown eyes sprinkled with mischief and a smile to match, his hands occupied by a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and a gift bag "there's the birthday girl, beautiful at ever." "Helmut," you mumbled in shock, your heart stopping and the ache between your thighs returning with a vengeance. "Aren't you going to invite your favorite big brother in?" He asked with that damn head tilt of his.

[missjaystone]

The Greatest Gift of All

Summary: Helmut’s visit doesn’t go the way you thought it would at all. Pairing(s): Helmut Zemo x AdoptedSister!Reader Word Count: 4,035 Warning(s): Smut, mentions of noncon, begging Zemo

Here’s the Sequel, don’t forget to read Part 1: Happy Birthday

"Liebling?" He asked curiously. You were frozen in place, a mixture of shock and fear gluing you to where you stood and left you unable to move or speak. "Draga, aren't you going to invite me inside?" He asked with a slight frown. "No." You said flatly after another long moment of silence. "Beg pardon?" He asked, blinking in surprise before his eyes very briefly darkened angrily. "I said no, Helmut," you repeated while nervously biting your lip; you were already planning how you'd escape him this time. You were shutting the door but his hand on the wood stopped it; he looked at you with big, sad puppy dog eyes "Draga, please, I've only come to talk to you." "Leave me alone, Helmut," you said with a small whimper, trying harder to close the door on him only to have him shove it back open, the doorknob denting the wall where it hit.

He stepped inside and set the flowers and gift bag on the nearest table, closing and locking the door before looking at you "I've come to say that I'm sorry, Draga. I never should have done those things to you. That isn't how I wanted it to happen." There was a clear regret and humility in his voice, it almost made you lower your guard some, almost. It actually made you angry "but you still did them, Helmut! You violated me at my own birthday party and every time you came home after that! You treated me like I was just your fuck toy, our parents started looking at me with shame and disgust, because of something I had no control over!" You shouted, not even bothering to wipe the tears of anger that started rolling down your cheeks. His eyes softened some with sadness and he opened his mouth to speak but you weren't done.

"No, I'm not finished, Helmut! From the first day they brought me home, I knew I could count on my big brother to be there for me. I didn't have a lot of friends, but I had you, I could always trust you and then you did that. Even though you had 15 years on me, you were my best friend and it felt like all of it got washed away at once, like you never really cared," your voice broke towards the end as the angry tears turned sad. "Liebling, no, of course, I cared for you. I cared for you more than anyone," he said with a frown. "Then why'd you do it, Helmut? Why'd you continue to do those things to me? Why'd you continue to take me, no matter how much I fought or said no?" You asked, watery (e/c) eyes meeting his saddened brown ones. "I-I don't know, (y/n). I watched you as a small child and then I left to join the military and only saw you once or twice a year, and somewhere along the line, I stopped seeing my little sister and saw the woman you were becoming. Then, I was gone for two years and all of a sudden, you were a beautiful, smart young lady and part of me forgot you were the same girl who used to cry to me about the mean girls at school that taunted you for being adopted," he said with a small sigh.

He cautiously stepped forward and took one of your hands, looking down at you "I came home that day, expecting to see that little girl and when I saw you looking so grown up, I didn't know what to think. My impatience got the best of me and then it was the rejection spurring me on. I thought maybe if I did enough, you'd love me the way I loved you. I thought I could make you love me when I wanted it, even when you didn't." You frowned at him, looking down at your hands to avoid falling into his big brown eyes. "For the first time ever, I felt like I couldn't trust you, Helmut, and that hurt more than anything. I felt my heart actually break," you whispered, a soft sniffle leaving you. "I know, Liebling, and all these years I was locked in a prison cell, all I could think about was how much I regretted hurting you. I swore that if I ever got out, I'd find and apologize to you," the hand not holding yours gently cupped your cheek. "Liebling, I married a woman who looked like you because I thought it would be the same, but it wasn't, and I had a lot of love for her, but I wasn't in love with her like I am with you; I've never loved anyone the way I love you. It shouldn't have taken me eight years alone in a prison cell to acknowledge and accept how cruel my behavior was. I love you with my whole heart and-and all I'm asking for is a chance to prove how much, to show you," he pleaded, releasing a shaky sigh as he waited for your answer.

"Helmut, it's not that simple, after everything that happened-how can I believe you mean it, that you won't do it again?" You asked after a long, tense silence. He gulped quietly and looked at his feet for a minute before getting down on his knees "Draga, I'm begging you to give me a chance. I'm not here as Baron Zemo, I'm not here as Helmut Zemo the criminal, I'm not even here as your brother Hel. I'm here as a man who made the greatest mistake of his life, who hurt the first person to truly love him for himself, and I'm on my knees begging for one chance to prove how much I love you, how much you mean to me. I-I want to spend the rest of my life loving you, giving you everything you could ever want, having a family together, and making you feel happy and loved until my last breath. I've done wretched things in this life, things that stemmed from my grief and pain, but there's nothing I regret more than hurting you and making you believe I never loved or cared about you."

You were speechless as you looked down at him; he was literally on his knees begging you, his eyes glazed over in watery as tears threatened to roll down his cheeks despite his efforts and his lip quivering some. He looked scared and for the first time in your life, he looked as vulnerable as you felt. When you locked eyes with him, you immediately felt your resolve vanishing. All of the anger, shame, and fear you'd held onto for all these years seemed to just melt away. "Helmut," you said quietly as you gently ran your fingers through his hair while your other hand cupped his cheek. There was a part of you that wanted to tell him no, he wouldn't get the chance, so you could hurt him worse than how he hurt you. But you couldn't do that.

Maybe it was the lack of physical intimacy over the past decade or maybe it was some kind of misplaced affection you held from when you considered him your brother, but looking at him, you felt your heart swell. Sighing quietly to yourself and closing your eyes for a second "one chance, Helmut, that's all." He jumped up before you could process it, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug and burying his face in the crook of your neck "I promise, Draga, you won't regret this." You felt a slight wetness on your shoulder and it took a minute to realize that he was crying. You slowly wrapped your arms around him and stayed like that for another couple of minutes. He planted a soft kiss on the skin at the nape of your neck before looking at you "I'll be gentle, the way I should have been all along, Princeza. That is, if you'll have me?" He questioned nervously.

You gave a slight nod and he smiled sheepishly before cupping your cheek, leaning down to capture your lips in a light kiss. He waited until he felt you reciprocate the kiss before dropping his arms around your waist, holding you flush against his chest. He deepened the kiss intimately and didn't pull away until you were both panting slightly. He picked you up bridal style and carried you back to your bedroom (which wasn't hard to find, it was a one-bedroom apartment.) Helmut laid you down gently and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before trailing them down your neck, continuing to move his lips down your body slowly as he unbuttoned your sleep shirt. "You're still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, Engel, you take my breath away," he whispered as he stood up to take in the sight of you. Of course, you blushed brightly under his compliment, making him smile. He knelt down and slowly pulled your shorts and black boyshorts as he did. His eyes briefly met yours every few moments as he kissed along your inner thighs, paying more attention to how you reacted to the light touches.

He didn't look away from your eyes as he dragged his thumb between your lips slowly; a small spark of joy flickered in his gaze when he saw you jolt at his touch. "You say the word and I'll stop, Engel. Okay?" He asked, only leaning down and attaching his lips to your clit when you gave a nod. He sucked lightly and teased your entrance with his thumb. All of his movements were gentle as he got into a smooth rhythm, finding just the right speed to move his thumb and finding the perfect time to lick a stripe up your slit, just barely delving his tongue into you. When you were letting out sweet, soft moans and squirming underneath him from the under-stimulation, he slowly pushed two of his fingers into your tight channel. Though he quickly ceased all movements when he heard your sharp inhale, looking up at you with a worried frown "did that hurt too much, Engel?" You shook your head after a few seconds "I'm fine, Helmut, I promise." He watched you for a moment before accepting it and beginning to slowly move his fingers, his thumb grazing over your clit with each movement.

A small sense of relief filled him when he saw your body slowly but surely visibly relax under his ministrations, your juices slowly lubricating his fingers and making it easier for him to push in a third. He gradually moved his fingers faster and leaned down to play with your clit, his tongue circling the bundle teasingly slow. Time lost its meaning while he slowly fucked you with his fingers and mouth, slowly building from a slow and gentle pace to that of a starving man devouring his first meal in a month. Your moans and whimpers from above spurring him on. A small sense of satisfaction flooded his mind when he felt your walls tighten around his digits right before you came, his hair tangled between your fingers being tugged lightly as a subtle, almost subdued orgasm overcame you. He lapped up your juices needily, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your inner thigh as it came to pass.

He quickly kissed his way back up your body until his lips met yours, slowly pulling his fingers out of you without moving his lips away from yours. After hastily undressing and positioning himself between your legs with his tip centimeters away from your entrance, he looked down at you, stroking himself with his hand covered in your slick "can I, Engel?" He saw the hesitation on your face and began to panic before you spoke up, a small teasing smile on your face "I don't know, can you, Helmut?" A deep chuckle escaped him; you and he always made fun of one of your tutors for being snooty about that, once denying you water because you wouldn't say 'may I get a drink'. He planted a kiss on your forehead before giving you an impassioned kiss, using the kiss to distract you some as he slowly pushed his member in, inhaling sharply at the tightness that engulfed him.

"Verdammt Perfekt [fucking perfect]" he swore under his breath and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours while he paused to collect himself. He opened his eyes again when he felt a soft kiss being placed on his chest. You looked up at him with a soft, reassuring smile "I'm okay, Hel." He returned the comforting smile and slowly sunk in until he was buried to the hilt, pausing a couple more times when he felt your muscles tighten. He rocked his hips slowly against yours and held your hands above your head, intertwining your fingers together. You wrapped your legs around his waist and an arm around his neck when he let go of one of your hands to begin toying with your clit. The movements of his thumb matched the languid nature of his thrusts. There was no hurry or anger like there had been in the past; only a loving lust and promises to be kept.

The way his name left your lips like a soft, breathy prayer was possibly the greatest sound he'd ever heard and he'd never get tired of hearing it. "I love you so much, Liebling," he muttered against the skin of your collarbone, more kisses trailing along the outline of the bone. "I love you too, Hel," you whispered while you tucked a tuft of hair out of his face. His thrusts were faltering as he neared the end and between the way you tried bucking your hips against his and the way your walls squeezed his member like a vise, he guessed you were too. He cupped your cheek and looked into your eyes "can you look at me while you come, princeza? I wanna see how you look at blissed out." You whined softly when he slowed down after you didn't answer and nodded quickly, looking into his eyes once more. He alternated between whispering praises in Sokovian and in English as his hips picked up.

Your eyes fluttered shut and your lips parted in an angelic moan as you came around him, an image he'd commit to his memory for the rest of his life. His hips sputtered and a quiet, almost whine-like moan let his lips as he came with a few more rolls of his hips, pressing his hips flush against yours as load after load painted your walls. A shaky exhale left him when you both settled down. He ever so slowly pulled out, frowning at the way you winced. Once he was sure you were comfortable in bed, he got up and went to find the bathroom, coming back with a damp cloth and the gift bag he brought with him. He set the bag on the side table and carefully cleaned up the mess between your legs, keeping his touch as light as possible around the sensitive areas.

When the rag was disposed of (tossed into the bathroom sink, you saw him do it even if he denied it), he reached into the bag and brought out a long thin box "happy birthday, Engel." He opened the box to reveal a simple gold necklace with a single round pendant on it. You curiously rubbed your thumb over the pendant's stone, trying to figure out what it was. As if he could read your mind, he spoke "it's called a moonstone, a lot of people consider it a stone of 'new beginnings' and say it's supposed to soothe emotional distress and ward off nightmares. Do you like it?" He asked nervously after more silence. You sat up and tore your gaze from the elegant piece "it's perfect, Hel, thank you." You carefully set the container on the table and leaned forward to kiss him softly, a kiss he gladly returned before crawling under the sheets with you. His arms immediately found their way around your waist and pulled your back to his chest so he could spoon you, face nuzzled comfortably in the crook of your neck, taking a few moments to inhale the apricot scent of your shampoo and conditioner.

His eyes opened when he heard you dialing something on your phone "what is it, Draga?" You shushed him and held the device to your ear as it rang. He heard someone else and tried to listen in on the conversation but he wasn't that fluent in Polish. He pouted for a good five minutes while you talked on the phone with a man on the other end. "What was all that?" He asked when you set your phone back down. "I just called into work to say I wouldn't be coming in for a few days," you answered; when you flashed him a quick, teasing grin, he knew you caught him pouting. "Tease," he mumbled jokingly, holding back his own grin. You turned some and gave him a soft, quick kiss "be glad it's only teasing." "I am," he answered happily, stroking a few stray strands of hair out of your eyesight.

He let out a soft hum and reached over you to the bag, fumbling around in it before pulling out a small, velvet box. "This is also your birthday gift, Engel," he said as he propped himself up on his elbow, opening it to reveal a matching gold band with a smaller, oval-shaped moonstone with a few small diamonds on either side. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Engel and I'd love nothing more than for you to say yes but if you aren't ready, then consider this ring a promise. A promise that I'll always love and care for you, a promise I'll give anything for your safety and happiness, and a promise that I'm yours and yours alone until my last breath." He plucked the ring out of the box and slid it on your finger, holding your hand out to see it in the light. He looked at you for your reaction, emitting a sigh of relief when you looked at the piece adoringly "yes, Helmut." Your words were so silent he had to ask you to repeat them and then he practically jumped out of his skin with excitement.

The next three weeks were filled with slow, gentle lovemaking sessions with almost no room left untouched; your bedroom multiple times, the living room couch and coffee table, your desk, the kitchen counter, and breakfast bar, the dining table, the bathtub, the shower, the bathroom counter, everywhere. One of the mornings you woke up a little later than normal to the smell of breakfast and sweet delicious coffee. You made a quick stop by the bathroom after getting out of bed, feeling slightly better than you had the previous couple of days but still under the weather. After making sure the door was locked, you reached into the back of your vanity drawer and took out a couple of boxes of pregnancy tests you'd bought last night. You waited in near silence for the tests to finish after you'd done your business, all you heard was Helmut's faint whistling traveling through the apartment vents.

The twin lines on both tests didn't come as a surprise, but you felt newfound happiness bubbling inside of you. You dried them off and wrapped them in toilet paper before leaving the bathroom, pulling on a shirt on your way to the kitchen. The sight of Helmut cooking in his robe with his hair still damp from his shower, whistling an old Sokovian tune was almost too good to disrupt "somebody's happy this morning." He glanced at you over his shoulder and grinned "why wouldn't I be? I get to see the most beautiful woman in the world first thing in the morning and last thing at night. And I couldn't remember which you liked better so I made hazelnut waffles with blackberry cream and strawberry crepes. I also made Rüdesheimer Kaffee because who can resist?" His radiant joy was contagious and adorable "well, I'm afraid I'll have to resist the Rüdesheimer for a while." A concerned frown crossed his face "why? What's wrong, Engel?" "Close your eyes and hold out your hands," you said while struggling to contain your excitement.

His brow furrowed slightly but he did as asked, his brow furrowing with even more confusion when he felt you place something in his hands. "Okay, open them," you said happily, biting your lip to contain your excitement. "What in the world?" He muttered to himself as he stared at the plastic sticks before he realized what they were. Then when he took a closer look, his eyes widened before he looked at you "are these-?" You nodded excitedly. "And you're-?" He asked, too excited to finish his question as he pointed to your stomach.

Another excited nod had him throwing the sticks aside and picking you up in a twirling hug. When he finally set you on your feet, he quickly pulled you into an excited, overjoyed kiss, his hands cupping your cheeks and keeping you close while yours rested on his chest. Too bad your joy and excitement were cut short by the door being kicked open, two men quickly entering the apartment. One man with slightly gapped teeth in some type of rest and white suit stood next to a furious-looking brunette in a leather jacket and- oh shit that metal arm was terrifying. Your immediate reaction was to hide behind Helmut for protection, using his clothed body to hide your clothe-lacking body.

"Well that wasn't very gentlemanly of you, James, I thought you were supposed to be raised with manners and those good old American values," Helmut taunted. "Do not start with me, Zemo. We have been on a wild fucking goose chase looking for you in three different countries!" The brunette spat angrily, metal fist whirring as it clenched and unclenched. "I fail to see how that's my problem, I left comprehensive clues for you to find, now can you leave? We were in the middle of celebrating," Helmut responded coolly with a shrug. "Buck, calm down, he's got someone," the man in red and white muttered to his friend, finally noticing your scared form behind the man. "I don't care!" The man shouted before looking at his friend then you, a guarded expression on his features "who the fuck are you?" "If you'd like to know who she is you should be more polite, that's no way to talk to my fiance," Helmut had a sudden edge in his voice, making him sound more protective as he stood up straighter to conceal you more behind him.

Both men's expressions quickly turned to ones of confusion. "Excuse me?" The less angry of the pair asked, looking between the two of you. "You heard me, Samuel. This is my fiance, my starlight, (y/n) Zemo and before you two so rudely barged in we were celebrating because I gave her the greatest gift of all," Helmut said firmly. "And what was that gift?" The brunette asked with an irritated tone to match his equally irritated expression. Helmut looked back at you and smiled wickedly, nodding to the tests on the table "the gift of motherhood." Both of their expressions fell. The one man, Samuel, as Helmut called him muttered awkwardly "damn, dude works fast." "Shut up," the other muttered awkwardly. Neither of them knew what to do in this situation which led to an awkward silence.

"I made hazelnut waffles with blackberry cream and strawberry crepes. If either of you is hungry, you're welcome to join us for breakfast," Helmut finally said to break the tension, moving to get plates from the cabinet. "Absolutely not," the brunette, or James as Helmut called him said. Though at the same time, Samuel just gave a shrug "fuck it, this day's weird enough." There was an unusually long staring contest between them like they were mentally arguing before they took some food and coffee and sat down for the most uncomfortable breakfast in the world.