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fixations-and-obsessions · 4 years ago

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Take Me High

Warnings- Smut, Oral F!/Receiving

Summary- You aren’t feeling well on Zemo’s plane and he comes to help you in the bathroom.

A/N- It has been a long time since I’ve written so I’m sorry.

Word Count- 2k

Sam and Bucky are your best friends in the whole world. You would do anything for them. Which was why you were stepping onto this plane with both of them- and Zemo. It was definitely not the ideal situation, but it was the best one you had. You trust that Sam and Bucky wouldn’t steer you wrong.

You had to admit you were very impressed with the luxury you were receiving. You snuggled more comfortably into your chair and let out a content sigh.

“Comfortable?” Zemo questioned.

You eyed him to see if there was any intended malice. Zemo offered a very gentle smile that sent warmth into your cheeks. You brushed it off as the lovely champagne you were supplied with upon entering.

“Yes, very. Thank you,” you averted your eyes feeling very self-conscious suddenly.

Zemo raised his eyebrows slightly. He was shocked to receive thanks.

Things were oddly easy with Zemo. There was pleasant conversation, even a few laughs and smiles. You couldn’t help but be grateful for his company. Everything had changed after the battle with Thanos. You lost Natasha and Steve who were two people that you loved dearly and were very close to. None of it was easy. No one ever talks about it but mourning is hard work. It’s messy, painful, and draining. And you mostly had to do it by yourself. Bucky had gone off to deal with the broken pieces of his life. Sam had left to see his family and work things out with them. Then there was you. And it was too much.

Somehow talking to Zemo and having Sam and Bucky chime in made you feel less alone. You were starting to ache less. You craved that.

Helmut was also enjoying himself as much as he’d hate to admit it. After being in a prison cell for years, this luxury and the company was much appreciated. Especially you. Helmut found himself always being drawn back to you. Even in silence. Even when someone else was speaking, his eyes would find you and watch how your face lights up when you smile at your friends.

“-my dad was so mad at me,” Sam smiled and chuckled at the story he was recounting for us.

Zemo quietly excused himself after laughing at Sam’s story. He briefly said something about checking with the pilot and catching up with the staff.

You stared out the window watching the clouds underneath you for a while. You thought back to Steve and Natsha and your heart felt heavy once again. You bit your tongue to try to get your mind back to you. It helped some but you were still feeling overwhelmed.

You stood up and smoothed out your shirt, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Bucky must have seen the odd look on your face because he asked if you were alright.

“Yeah, I’m just feeling a little nauseous from the plane. I’m going to splash some water on my face and be in an enclosed space with no windows for a bit.” Technically it wasn’t a lie because looking out the window did make your stomach a little uneasy earlier.

Bucky nodded and you ducked out to the small bathroom. You locked the door behind you and pressed your back to it. Closing your eyes for a moment, a tear slid down your cheek unprompted. You cursed at yourself and wiped at your face. You opened your eyes and pushed yourself off the door. Placing your hands on the sink counter made you feel better because of the inviting bite of the cold. You turned on the faucet and splashed some water on your face.

You let your hands stay on your face for a moment before returning them to the side of the sink and staring into the mirror. Deep breath in through your nose. Deep breath out through your mouth. You continued doing this.

Zemo emerged back into the main area of the plane. He looked at your vacant seat and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Where is Y/n?”

Sam looked up at him, “She’s in the bathroom, I don’t think she’s feeling well.”

Zemo nodded, “I have something that can help her,” he disappeared for a moment and came back with some pills and a water bottle. He knocked on the bathroom door. “Y/n, I have something that will help.”

The knocking on the door startled you. You turned off the faucet and took a look at yourself. You fix your hair a bit before you unlock and open the door.

Zemo slides in and shuts the door behind him. “I brought you this to help with the nausea,” He held out his hand with two pills in his palm.

You reach out to take the pills from him and your fingertips touch his palm. You gasp quietly and recoil your hand the tiniest bit. You hope he doesn’t notice but you allow your eyes to glance up at his to see that his are already trained on you. He seems to search your eyes for a moment. You avert your eyes and take the pills for his hand confidently this time.

His other hand reaches out to offer you the water bottle. You take it and open the cap. Taking a swig of the water to wet your throat, your eyes meet Zemo’s. You take a second sip and pop one of the pills in your mouth and swallow. You do the same with the second one. You haven’t broken eye contact with Zemo yet. However, it’s not intense or threatening, or even challenging.

Your hands shake slightly trying to put the cap back on the water bottle. Helmut’s eyes fall to your trembling hands. He reaches out and cradles your hands.

“Here, let me.”

Although his eyes are focusing on your water bottle, you stare awaiting the return of his eyes to yours. He looks up and smirks handing it back to you.

“Thank you,” you say quietly and sincerely.

He huffs, “You are always thanking me, darling. What for this time? The pills or closing the water bottle?

You swallow dryly, “everything.”

Helmut smiles at you and bows his head before taking a step towards the door.

“Wait,” you say louder than you’ve spoken since you’ve been in here. You reach out and grab his hand that is closest to you.

Zemo stops in his tracks and looks back at your hand that is holding his.

You drop his hand and blink furiously while shaking your head, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that.”

Zemo steps back towards you. This time he is the one to reach for your hand. With his unoccupied hand he tilts your chin up towards him. His eyes dart back between your eyes and your lips. You do the same.

After what feels like an eternity, he dips his head down and places his lips on yours. It was such a simple kiss and it left you yearning for more so you deepened the kiss and captured his lips. It felt like your heart has exploded. This was it. This was exactly what you wanted. What you needed. You couldn’t explain it but it was right.

You let go of his hand and cradled his face with both of yours. He let out a sigh and placed one hand on your hip and the other behind your head. Then he pushed you back against the wall gently and he deepened the kiss even further. You felt heat rush to your core. He swiped his tongue into your mouth and then it was your turn to sigh. You just melted for him immediately. Becoming putty in his hands, you let him explore your mouth with his talented tongue.

He broke away to let you breathe which you were thankful for. His eyes searched your face wildly. You pulled him back into you and kissed him with fervor. His hands slid up to your waist and his thumbs rubbed at the material there.

Helmut broke away again but this time to show his love to your neck. You tilted your head to allow him more access. He kissed and sucked at your neck all the way from your ear to your collarbone. You let out a few moans during his trek. However, you remembered that your friends are not far away and that you would have to keep mostly quiet.

You ran your fingers through Zemo’s hair to which he hummed in appreciation and nipped at your collarbone. He returned his lips to yours and you easily molded your body back into his. This time it was you who slipped your tongue into Zemo’s mouth and you could feel the smile at his lips.

At some point he had slipped his leg between yours and his thigh was placed against a very sensitive area. When you became aware of this, you ground down on his thigh. Your lips parted so you could moan, something that Zemo really loved apparently. He lifted his thigh to give you more pressure and you ground down and moaned once again.

Zemo growled deeply and attacked your lips. He swallowed your moans as you continued your ministrations. His right hand came down to unbutton your pants. He slipped his hand in your pants and rested his fingertips on your pubic bone. That was still way too far away for your liking. You bucked up into his hand and whined.

“More,” you moaned, “please”

Zemo pecked your lips, “anything for you.”

His middle finger traced up your clothed slit and you shuddered. He pressed down where he knew your bundle of nerves would be. You almost choked at the pleasure. Finally, he slipped his hand past your underwear and did the exact same thing as before but without anything in the way. You let your head hit the wall as your mouth opened. You tried to remind yourself to keep quiet, but you couldn’t help the moan that escaped when Zemo’s fingers entered you.

Zemo kissed and bit at your neck while his fingers thrust into you. You found yourself rocking into his hand when he would pull out. You reached down to palm his achingly hard erection through his pants. He released a guttural moan as you rubbed him. His fingers sped up and then slid out of you to quickly swirl around your clit before going back in. That made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Despite receiving pleasure from you, Zemo turned all his attention onto you. His thumb started swiping and rolling your clit at a brutal but steady pace as his fingers curled up into your g-spot. You gripped Zemo’s hair and his eyes were drawn to your face as you came around his fingers. Your head hit the wall, eyes shutting tightly, and your mouth falling open into a silent scream.

It was the most mesmerizing thing Zemo had ever seen. You looked absolutely gorgeous.

You panted hard and grabbed the front of Zemo’s shirt for stability. He slipped his fingers out of you and you whined at the loss.

He smirked at you and kissed your forehead, “Do you want some water?”

“I want you,” you panted and pulled him to you again. You kissed him fiercely and palmed at his pants. You moved to start taking them off of him when there was a knock at the door. You both stilled.

“Y/n, are you okay in there?” Sam asked with obvious concern leaking from his voice.

You took a deep breath to collect yourself before replying, “Yeah, I’m good now. I’ll be out in a sec.” You heard Sam’s retreating footsteps.

You looked at Zemo apologetically. He smiled genuinely at you and picked up your hands to kiss both of them.

“It’s okay, my love. We’ll have more time together soon.” He leaned closer and pecked your lips.

You nodded, “I should head back.”

“Go on, I’ll be with you shortly.”

You leaned in for one last kiss because you didn’t know how long it would be until the next one. You pulled away sadly and buttoned up your pants. You looked in the mirror and fixed your appearance as best you could. You spared one more look at Zemo before you left the bathroom.

You closed the door behind you to give Zemo some time to freshen up and calm down. You walked back to your seat. Sam and Bucky’s eyes followed you worriedly.

“Hey, are you okay? Why was Zemo in there so long?” Bucky asked

“I got a little sick and Zemo stayed with me and rubbed my back until I felt better.” You clarified, hoping they would buy it.

Sam scrunched his face up. “He rubbed your back?”

You nodded.

Sam turned to bucky, “I don’t like getting to know Zemo.”

#zemo #sugar daddy zemo #fatws #helmut zemo #baron zemo #marvel #mcu #winter soldier #falcon #sam wilson #bucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #natasha romonova #smut #fatws ep 3 #zemo x you #zemo x y/n #zemo x reader

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lokigodofaces · 4 years ago

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Okay, let’s talk about one thing that killed me in ep 3 of FATWS.

Bucky had already been through so much because of Zemo. Zemo framed him, brainwashed him, pitted him against Tony, and forced him out of the life he was living. Zemo had hurt Bucky so much.

The first thing Zemo does when he sees Bucky again is try to use the trigger words on Bucky. Before he can finish, Bucky says that they don’t work on him anymore. Zemo says that he knows that, he just wanted to see how Bucky would react. So, in the first ten seconds, we already have Zemo purposely bringing up something traumatic for Bucky just because he felt like it and wanted to see what Bucky would do.

Then Zemo “apologizes” to Bucky for what he did in Civil War, saying Bucky was a means to an end. So Zemo admitted he was using Bucky.

Zemo then goes through Bucky’s notebook and asks Bucky about Yori. So, Zemo doesn’t care about Bucky’s privacy. He knows what the book is, what the names mean, and yet he still asks Bucky, knowing that this is a very sensitive and very private topic. When Bucky tells him to cut it out, Zemo doesn’t shut up and keeps talking about the trauma Bucky went through until Sam changes the subject and talks about Troubleman. Further agitating the wound.

Then, instead of finding someone for Bucky to impersonate like he did for Sam, Zemo has Bucky act out the part of the Winter Soldier. He knows that Bucky doesn’t want this, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that he is forcing Bucky through something extremely traumatic.

And he orders Bucky to fight for him. Bucky is acting out the role of the Winter Soldier and attacks when Zemo says the word. Everyone with a brain should know how traumatic this must be for Bucky. You can see it in his eyes (Sebastian Stan is always driving us to tears with his eye acting). Seb is killing it with the eye acting the entire episode, but this scene and the next one to be mentioned were especially heartbreaking for me. And Bucky fights differently as the Winter Soldier, so the way he fights now is how he fought under Hydra’s control. We see him hold back when he’s not under control, but we see him ruthless now that he has a part to act. Zemo tells Sam that Bucky was quick to fall back into form, which I hated. He’s saying that Bucky was quick to revert back to how he was as the Winter Soldier, and the tone he uses is almost mocking. Zemo darn well knows that this is traumatizing Bucky, but he doesn’t care.

And then he uses Bucky as a bargaining chip. Based off of Sam’s reaction, I’m guessing that he had not told Sam and Bucky that this was his plan. He proposes trading Bucky for information on the super soldier serum. Which is human trafficking. Bucky did not expect this to happen, but he has to keep the act going. Again, Seb kills it with the eye acting here. You can see the pain Bucky is feeling. Zemo touches Bucky and circles around him in a super creepy way. First he put his arm on Bucky’s shoulder when he first says he’ll give Selby Bucky. Then he circles around Bucky from behind (keeping the merchandise in view for Selby), saying he’ll also give Selby the trigger words. Then, when he reaches Bucky’s other side, Zemo touches Bucky’s face, stroking his chin, telling Selby that Bucky will do whatever she wants. This is so dehumanizing, and you can see the discomfort Bucky is experiencing. And Zemo doesn’t even care enough to give Bucky a warning before they entered Madripoor.

And throughout the episode, Zemo makes it clear that he does not like super soldiers. The camera would often cut to Bucky after these remarks, showing us his reaction. He is uncomfortable hearing this. He didn’t choose to be a super soldier, he was forced into one. And now he is trying to live his life and move on emotionally from what Hydra did to him. Part of that is accepting that he is a super soldier and there’s nothing he can do about it. He already knows how Zemo feels about enhanced people. He doesn’t need to keep hearing about it. And he doesn’t need to hear the crap Zemo had to say about Steve. But Zemo clearly doesn’t care because he will not shut up.

The entire episode, Zemo knowingly and purposely demeaned and dehumanized Bucky. Knowing Zemo, he probably is trying to manipulate Sam and Bucky, and I would not be surprised if Zemo is using Bucky’s past trauma to get underneath his skin and to get whatever it is he wants. Zemo is treating Bucky like an object, and Bucky darn well knows this. But he is going along, because he is trying so hard to stop Karli Morgenthau. At first he was going only to try to convince Sam to take the shield. Now he is dedicated, dedicated enough to break Zemo out of prison. I’m guessing that this has something to do with his hatred of John Walker, or that this is personal now because the Flag Smashers are super soldiers, or he is using this to drown out his feelings. But now he is willing to work alongside the hellbeast Zemo, even though Zemo is treating him like an object constantly. This is giving me so many emotions right now. But, gosh, do I want to stab Zemo.

#falcon and the winter soldier #fatws #fatws ep 3 #power broker #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #winter soldier #white wolf #helmut zemo #baron zemo

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val-made-a-mistake · 4 years ago

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❝LOVE IN THE DARK.❞

(not my gif)

summary: one world, one people, one love.

warnings: fluff, alcohol, mentions of gore, mentions of nazis, mentions of animal cruelty

word count: 4.3k

a/n: aww. i wrote this fic because i didn’t see anyone appreciating karli like she should be (yeah she blew up a building but i love her okay) and it’s kind of chaos ngl. loosely based off of love in the dark by jessie reyez, but i also reference miami 2017 by billy joel and electricity by silk city.

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SOMEWHERE IN LATVIA

The evening was pretty chill, as far as life with the Flag Smashers went. Karli had started up a little fire by the creek and Billy Joel was playing quietly out of Wyatt’s tinny Bluetooth speaker that had come with the pack of beer bought sometime during the pit stop to Kaunas: everyone was talking, pushing around food on plastic plates, all was well.

You noticed Karli grinning at you as you inhaled your third s’more.

You beamed back with your mouth full. “What?”

She looked away immediately. “Nothing. Just looking, that’s all.”

“Oh.” You peeled your mouth away from the graham cracker. “You want this next one to be yours?”

“Eurgh, no. Chocolate makes me sick.”

“Oh my god, and you never told me?”

You gasped overdramatically. “I’ve been runnin’ with you guys for how long?”

Eight months. You thought you’d withstand the Blip when it came for your family in Moscow, but upon watching your mother succumb to tuberculosis, you’d had different plans— emotional, determined plans, and you’d been moving from place to place ever since, trusting next to no one, daring looks becoming your secret language and your legs ready to dash if anyone saw you graffitiing another GRC poster. That was how you came in handy for the Flag Smashers. Karli had to pick between you or Wyatt to receive the last dose of super soldier serum in Madripoor; she picked Wyatt as she trusted you too much. Spreading the word is just as important, she’d told you. Actually, Mama Donya said everything else is expendable.

“You can never know someone completely,” Karli admitted, staring at the ground now— sheepishly. That was out of character for her.

You went to open your mouth again, but you heard a tinkle of piano and looked around. It was coming from the speaker.

“Oh yeah!” Wyatt reached over and flicked a dial, turned it up. “They turned our power down!”

“And drove us underground!” another responded, pumping his fist in the air. The music was dangerously loud, you knew someone might hear you out here, but too many people had already joined in, and you as well.

“But we went right on with the show...oh...”

“Seen the lights go out on Broadway,” you murmured to Karli, nudging her with your elbow, “You ever been to Broadway?”

She shook her head. “Never been to New York.”

“Oh.”

You munched thoughtfully on a slab of sour chocolate. “My dad took me there once.”

“Really? What’s it like?”

You yanked your marshmallow out of the way of a particularly high flame and estimated it would only take a few more minutes to cook completely, it was already turning golden.

“Loud. Lotta people. Kept forgetting my MetroCard,” you replied quietly. “But I got to see a show. Pretty sure it was what made my dad go broke.”

Karli laughed hollowly. “Sounds like you had wonderful parents.”

You shrugged, sliding your marshmallow off of the stick. “They were convenient.”

She stared at you for a long minute, and for a moment there was only merry music in the background and people conversing. Her hair was quite beautiful when she twisted it into a braid like that, you noticed, even though the red coils were escaping in tufts across her forehead.

“To keep the memory alive...” Billy Joel sang, and you jolted out of it.

You went to smush the marshmallow between the cracker and chocolate, but Karli stopped you. “What the heck. Give it.”

You raised your eyebrow and handed her the gooey marshmallow without complaint.

She bit into it and smiled again. “Delicious.”

Now you were the one staring. “Dork.”

Unfortunately, Wyatt sauntered over and sat between you on the leaf-strewn ground, breaking your little moment. “Hey guys. Nice night, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Karli answered, looking away, and you gazed up at the moon instead.

“Mama Donya said that a full moon means good luck,” you commented, sitting up straighter as the knife that had been thrown into your heart twisted, “A full moon symbolizes the height of power.”

Karli bit her lip and swallowed thickly. “When the rebels gather.”

“I miss her already,” Wyatt put in quietly.

“If she were here, she’d have told Y/N to stop eating s’mores two hours ago,” Karli laughed, and you paused in the middle of sticking yet another marshmallow on the twig. “Really, dude?”

Wyatt stared at you flatly. “She’s right. You should at least try to ration those.”

Without breaking eye contact, you pried the marshmallow off the stick and stuck it all in your mouth uncooked.

“Wow, hardcore.”

You winked. “You know it.”

Wyatt looked at you long and hard— you tried not to notice the way Karli’s eyebrows knitted together and sprang apart in a fluid motion— but shook himself out of it. “I mean it, okay? We all know Karl’s the boss, but if I were her...”

He glanced over at Karli this time. “I wouldn’t stay in Riga much longer.”

She pressed her lips together at this, thinking hard. “I believe I’m thinking along the same lines.”

“Where is there to go?” you put in softly.

When she looked back at you, you could’ve sworn her eyes glittered.

“Anywhere, if you’re brave enough.”

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SOMEWHERE IN FINLAND

Sipping a tequila in a bar just off the Baltic Sea, you watched as a group of Flag Smashers danced, trying desperately to fit in with the crowd so Karli could take whatever she wanted and get the hell out of there. Loss hung heavy on your mind now— it had been around a week since the group had lost Nico to the Captain America shield, and a little less since you’d had the time to mourn. You hadn’t known him all that well, but whenever he did talk, he seemed to know what you were thinking before you’d said it, and you’d appreciated that connection.

“Hey,” a stranger said, sliding up to you in what he clearly felt was a suave way, “What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

You surveyed him with your lips still wrapped around the glass. “Fuck off.”

The stranger’s face fell, but he didn’t go away.

“I’m not looking for company,” you hissed, and sure, it was a little overaggressive, but with some of the things John Walker had said to Karli, you had more than enough reason to be afraid of anyone who came your way, right? Now that Nico was dead, you were her most trusted member of the crew.

“Fine, fine...”

“Bitch,” you heard him mutter as he walked away. You downed your drink and signalled the bartender for another one.

Just like that, Karli appeared beside you, her hood covering up most of her face. “I got the money.”

She opened up a sliver of briefcase to reveal a cascade of dollars inside. “I haven’t bought us enough time. We need to go.”

“We’re going,” you muttered under your breath, trying to cancel that tequila order, “Okay, we’re going.”

To your surprise, as you both stormed away from the bar, the gang of Flag Smashers following your lead, Karli swapped out the hand on the briefcase to grip your wrist.

You could’ve sworn she heard your gasp, but—

BANG!

A gunshot ripped through the air, you whipped around just in time to see Wyatt go down, and the mask was on your face in seconds.

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SOMEWHERE IN SWEDEN

Another country, another funeral.

The most you could manage for Wyatt was giving his body the final push underwater; your vision had blurred with tears so intense someone had to refrigerate a spoon back at camp to stop the swelling of your eyes. Meanwhile, Karli had gone into some kind of shock. Her numbers were disappearing fast and the GRC was relentless in tightening borders, everyone affiliated with the Flag Smashers was on the cusp of losing. It was only a rumour circulating around the base, but apparently she’d gone out and killed a rabbit with her bare hands, by herself in the woods, and brought it back for everyone to eat. You understood the need to kill something.

When the days finally slowed, you found yourself sitting in your tent, hearing the breeze waft through the enclosure and feeling it tickle you through your comfiest pair of pyjamas. It was the first time since Finland you’d changed out of your clothes.

“Hey.”

You looked up, startled: Karli had poked her head inside of the tent.

“Hey,” you responded curtly.

“Can I come in?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Technically you’re already in.”

“I know, just...”

You fumbled with the zipper, and as soon as it was fully undone, she fell inside. Trying to keep some form of grace, she brushed a coil of hair out of the way and braced herself on her elbows. “Hey.”

You weren’t about to say “hey” a fourth time, but you weren’t confident enough to ask what was wrong with her either, so all you said was, “What’s up?”

Karli grimaced. “This rain has been putting out everyone’s fires, I got night watch eating Takis and breadcrumbs. Hope it ends soon.”

Night watch was always nasty no matter what the weather, you flinched just thinking about it. “It’ll all work out soon though, right? The gears are turning without us pulling them.”

“The gears are turning without us pullin’ ‘em,” she repeated, and looked at you in that strange way once more. “I think you’re right.”

Still wondering if the need for reassurance was a side effect of her grief, you said, “I know I am, Karl.”

She stared at the floor of the tent.

“Do you think I’d be a good Captain America?” she asked suddenly.

You tilted your head. “You’re not American.”

You watched rather nervously as Karli unbuckled her sleeve and flexed her arm. She was definitely firmer since she’d taken the serum, the stolen clothes that hung off her previously fit her now, but she also wasn’t anything like how Steve Rogers had come out in the 40s.

“Yeah,” she said plainly, “Maybe not. Don’t want to get citizenship, either. But - what if we became superheroes? After this is over and the world’s changed? Y’know, I once thought I’d be Professor Morgenthau before the Blip, now I’m not so sure.”

Her eyes were filling up with some kind of dancing starlight now. “But I do know that we can do anything.”

You narrowed your eyes. “We?”

Karli rolled hers. “Yeah. I mean, Steve Rogers had the Winter Soldier, Mr America, I - I mean, and - and Walker had, um-”

She cleared her throat awkwardly.

“They were calling him Battlestar in the news, remember? We can be just like that, but cooler. Think of it, Flag Smasher and-”

You opened your mouth and closed it, trying to find a name.

“Just ‘the Best’ with a period at the end of it,” you decided. “‘The Best.’”

Karli burst into laughter, and you smiled at her noise. You knew she always tried to sound tough, and she was tough, but whenever she laughed like that you realized how young she was. Not much older than you, you guessed.

“We’re gonna rule the world,” she grinned. Your smile grew weaker.

“Why don’t we focus on today instead?” you suggested. “C’mon, you should get some sleep. We gotta be on the road by tomorrow morning.”

Her lips parted— she looked so much like a doe— but she smiled, accepting it, and went for the flap of the tent. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Karli.”

“Let Wyatt and Mama Donya watch over your dreams.”

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SOMEWHERE IN ESTONIA

Back of a van, running on fumes both literally and physically. You’d downed what felt like a litre of sugary coffee that afternoon, feeling exhausted with every part of your body screaming for sleep, but you ignored it. You hadn’t slept in a week, you couldn’t. John Walker was now officially on your ass— he’d identified you as someone close to Karli, and your face apparently stuck out in a crowd, you weren’t sure if it was a backhanded compliment or not. Whichever, now you walked everywhere with a shotgun concealed under your armpit.

“What the fuck, man,” said the new guy in the most annoying Californian accent, “Can’t we just stop for gas, man?”

Karli glared at him. “You’re about this close to being left for dead.”

Your jaw hurt from how forcefully you’d clenched the inside of your mouth.

“Got word on the safehouse,” said Aminah from up front: she adjusted her hijab and beamed back at them. “They’re letting us in.”

Everyone around you gaped.

“Seriously?” someone asked.

“Seriously,” she affirmed.

Despite the obvious fatigue, everyone cheered and hugged the person closest to them: you wrapped your arms around a Madripoor native while Karli embraced someone you’d picked up in Riga. Maybe it was just a trick of the light, but he suddenly looked a lot like Wyatt. You’d been seeing his face everywhere lately.

“Oh my fuckin’ god,” you slurred. “Thank you, Mama Donya.”

“Thank you Mama Donya!” Karli exclaimed after you, bringing up the rear as everyone trooped out to the village.

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The water pressure in the bathroom was weak and lukewarm and the linen in the bedroom was scratchy, but you were grateful to have a bed to lie on after so many days of being on your feet. Even if it meant sharing a room with seven other people, three on the floor, two strung up on hammocks, and the last two on the beds.

And yet it was one of those horrible instances where you were so grateful to fall asleep, but you’d had your eyes open for so long you simply couldn’t. Your brain couldn’t get the memo. You heard everyone else drift asleep, you heard Aminah clicking her flashlight on and off in the other room, poised for night watch, and still you were awake as ever.

The hours passed by.

Your eyes were watering as you stared up at the ceiling. Go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep—

You felt a hand drift to your shoulder and you automatically lunged for your attacker’s throat.

“It’s just me!” Karli whisper-shouted, and you let go of her throat immediately.

“What are you doing still up?” you whisper-shouted back.

You squinted: in the dim light, you could see her silhouette shrugging. “I haven’t been awake as long as you, I can handle it.”

You felt a finger rest on your cheek. “You should get to sleep, though.”

“You scared the shit of me, so I dunno if I can anymore,” you mumbled, massaging your temples. You preferred not to ask why she was touching you. “Hold on, I’m getting up...”

You propped yourself on your elbows and fumbled for the band on your wrist: you’d been tossing and turning all night, so you rather Karli not see the atrocious state your hair was in.

“What’s your plan for Estonia?” you decided to ask as someone in the room gave an extra loud snore.

“Run and hope we don’t trip,” she responded coolly.

“Yeah, should’ve known...”

You felt Karli lean in close. “I’d also like to give you the honours of killing John Walker.”

“What?”

“He might think he has everything under control, but we’re the hunters, he’s the fox. It’s only a matter of time before we corner him, or he corners us.”

“Or we corner each other?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

You bit your lip. “Why me?”

“He killed Nico and he threatened my girl. I think she should do it, really drives the point home. We’re unstoppable.”

Your lips parted at my girl.

“I suck at killing people,” you said instead.

This was true. You could throw knives fairly well and knew how to shoot your gun, but whenever you were forced to murder, your blade always struck a few inches under your victim’s heart, and then you had to either watch them bleed out or slit their throat. If you just aimed right the first time, the death would’ve been instantaneous.

“Yeah, but I’m already envisioning it. It shouldn’t be a heat of the moment thing, it’s always better when you relish it,” Karli replied.

You cocked your head to the side. “You sound absolutely insane.”

“I’m starting to think everything about this is insane, honestly.”

Silence fell— the kind of shuddering silence where feeling brewed stronger than ever, it won out over that calculating silence. And with feeling like this, you could almost hear it through the broken thrum of the AC.

There was literally no other reason to do it, but you leaned over, gripped the nape of her neck, and kissed her.

You couldn’t see anything, couldn’t tell if her eyes were open or not, all you knew was her lips were soft and they made a soft pop noise when you drew away.

“Sorry,” you said immediately. “I - I dunno what came over me-”

“No, don’t be,” Karli said wildly, “It’s - it’s-”

“I - um - what?”

You stared at each other.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “That was - it’s just that - that was, um, my first.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sor-“

You couldn’t finish the sentence because she’d already leaned over and kissed you back.

Brimming with exhaustion wasn’t exactly the state you saw yourself in when you finally gained enough confidence to kiss Karli, but you felt your tiredness slip away at her touch.

You heard the pop noise again— felt it, really.

“Thanks,” she mumbled. “I - I’ve always wanted to do that.”

You felt a tap on your nose. “Now go to sleep.”

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SOMEWHERE IN GERMANY

You felt her arms around you before you saw her.

“I got you ice cream,” Karli exclaimed, holding a cone in front of your face.

“Oh my god, hi,” you replied, taking it from her and whipping around. “What flavour is this?”

“Banana,” she responded. “Walked past a stand and I couldn’t resist.”

“Aw, cool. Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

Life with Karli after the Estonian safehouse had been very blurry. You suspected she was keeping things ambiguous on purpose, never wanting to put a label on things, never wanting to show the others that she held you in much higher, much more suspicious regard, and for the most part, it was working. You were shot somewhere near Hamburg, she tended your wounds quietly at night, siphoned away the pain faster than anyone else could. Love in the dark.

A lot of the time, you couldn’t hold enough of it in your hands, because you couldn’t see it. You’d lived in darkness, sure, knew how to trust the silhouettes of people without seeing them fully, but that didn’t mean this lack was lonely sometimes.

“What are we doing this afternoon?” you asked as you walked along the cobbled street, running your tongue along the dripping soft serve.

“I have some of my guys running around Berlin,” Karli answered. “Unless you wanna rob a bank, today should pass quietly.”

The words I wanna rob a bank were on the tip of your tongue, but you swallowed them. “Okay.”

You reached into the bag hanging off your shoulder and took out Wyatt’s old Bluetooth speaker. You figured he would’ve wanted you to have it; you actually tolerated his Billy Joel rants. “You think I can get good WiFi out here?”

Karli shrugged. “Dunno. Tonight, maybe?”

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You’d lit a few candles next to the Bluetooth speaker in some kind of attempt at a Wyatt shrine, you hoped the other Flag Smashers would know what you were getting at. The most you’d managed for flowers were a few dandelions you’d pulled outside of the safehouse, the treasurer of the Flag Smashers was supposed to get a better bouquet of flowers at the market and still hadn’t returned.

Karli stood beside you. “Looks good.”

You were scrolling through your phone for songs now. “I feel like it could be better.”

“I don’t think he would’ve wanted anything too extravagant, though. Plus, it’s not a full moon out.”

She stepped outside to look at the rising moon, and you followed her: she was indeed right.

You grinned in spite of yourself. “You remembered that?”

“I remember everything.” She shot you a smile as you stepped back inside.

BANG!

You both nearly jumped out of your skeletons, but it was only Aminah, struggling to get a folding table through the front door.

You darted to help her automatically; Karli checked her watch. “I should get changed!”

“You have a change of clothes?” you squawked, cuing into Aminah’s signal to lug it left.

“You get ice cream, I get this,” she called back.

Unfortunately, more people were coming in the door.

“Help me with the groceries!” said someone.

You obliged.

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Half past ten and you were applying extra sticky lip gloss in the mirror while a very weird combination of modern day dance music and blues played outside the bathroom door. You were convincing yourself you weren’t totally panicking to see Karli in whatever she was wearing, so you covered yourself as much as possible: one of your mom’s old shirts, your leather jacket over your favourite hoodie, jeans ripped at the knees, and your mud-stained shoes you wore no matter what was polite in whichever country you found yourself in. Your theory was that if you covered up as much skin as possible, she wouldn’t see you shaking.

You took a deep breath and brushed your hair out of the way— you could hear a Beatles song fade out into something new.

Trying to force your face into an unbothered expression, you stepped outside.

You automatically spotted Karli across the room, eating Ritz crackers and deep in conversation with one of the men that had taken the serum with her a few months ago, Matthew, and your breath vanished.

She hadn’t done anything special with her hair or otherwise put on any jewelry, but she was wearing a shabby mauve-grey dress, and it was the only excuse your vision needed to completely explode in colour.

Your chest tightened like beautiful, golden sunlight had burst in your heart.

“Hey!” you exclaimed, sidestepping over. “You look beautiful.”

“Same to you.” Karli offered you a Ritz cracker; you took it.

You nodded at Matthew and he nodded back.

“I was just telling Karli the situation in Berlin,” he said.

“What’s going on?” you asked, mentally trying to squish your completely out-of-control heart back to where it was normally was in your chest. It was somewhere in your throat now.

“The bill for a GRC-funded special ops squad got through today,” Matthew explained grimly, “Exclusively in Germany. Not good for us.”

“Modern day Gestapo,” Karli muttered, grabbing another Ritz packet from the basket. No one could have buffets on the run, so the Flag Smashers were reduced to buying any unrefrigerated snacks at any store they could find.

“No one can change laws right away, unfortunately, so I was thinking about organizing a protest,” said Matthew. “We all gather outside City Hall, signs maybe, no guns this time, and we shout until they hear us.”

Aminah happened to be passing by in this moment.

“Oh, I like this song!” she exclaimed. “Dance with me!”

And so she grabbed the Flag Smasher closest and started for the centre of the room. You watched as they went.

“You’re right,” you said determinedly, turning back to Matthew. “Name a date and place, I’ll be there. They’re not gonna suffocate us.”

“That’s my girl,” he said casually, bringing out his flip phone to check a new message, and Karli smiled anxiously.

“Dance with me?” she asked, and a bit taken aback, you nodded.

“You give me a feeling, feeling so strong…”

You couldn’t find the beat, so you were reduced to awkwardly moving your arms around as Karli let her dress swish, much more graceful. Laughing, she took your hand and twirled you.

You whipped around and twirled her right back: you saw a flash of white teeth and laughed like an idiot.

“I know you’ve been treating, treating yourself wrong...”

More people were joining in now: they stayed where they were in their conversations, but you could see their heads moving to the beat.

“Imma love you differently, give you electricity…”

You did some goofy variation of finger guns at her and she instinctively did them back.

“And even if I could I wouldn’t turn on you, and I would stop the world for you…”

Then Aminah was there, and you twirled her around, which turned into her twirling Karli around, and all of a sudden there was this weird system with half a dozen other people spinning and laughing and singing.

You found Karli’s hand and spun her around, to more of the giggles suited for someone much younger.

“This love has no ceiling, I cannot deny…”

“C’mon!” you heard her saying, and you were bouncing together, which quickly progressed to stumbling into walls, and before you knew it she’d pressed soft, smiling lips to yours.

You let out a noise— “Mmph!” — and backed into the hallway.

“In here, in here,” Karli said breathily, and punched the door open with her elbow. The handle flew into the wall with a loud CRUNCH— even though she’d taken the serum months ago, she was clearly still adjusting to the effects.

So incredibly caught up in your body’s warm explosion, you hurried inside and nearly tripped over your own feet, magnificently stubbing your toe in the process.

“Ow!”

“Shhh,” she whispered, prying the door out of the wall and closing it more gently.

Your mouths were connected before you knew it, and you revelled in the feeling. She was pushing you down gently, and you let her, snaking a hand around her waist.

“I love you,” you whispered senselessly, and Karli stiffened.

For a moment you regretted it as the awkwardness seeped in.

“You love me?” she asked hesitantly as she gazed down at you.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Unconditionally.”

When she kissed you again, you felt a smile on her lips.

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voidmakyr · 4 years ago

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Call me anyway (Bucky Barnes x F!Reader)

This is set in the TFATWS 3rd EP.

You are a former Flag Smasher living alone in Madripoor. You quit the gang some time ago. When the winter soldier stands in your door one night, you expected to be killed. But this wasn’t your end. It was the start of something that nobody saw coming.

Warnings: smut, swear-words, (sexual) persuasion.

A/N: As always, english is not my first languagge. I am way too lazy to proof read. I really wanted to do something for Zemo but I just can’t get over Bucky?

You tossed your keys down the hall table and stretched. You changed into a pair of boxers. It was another hot night, and as you pulled out the futon, you really wished the air conditioner were still working. You turned the box fan on and fed your cat. As soon as he’d polished off his fancy feast, took up pacing in front of the sliding glass door to your balcony.

Lightning flashed and you went over and slid back the glass door, moving the screen into place. You’d leave the thing open for only a little bit – the night air smelled good for once. Not a whiff of the usual garbage of madripoor.

You ducked into the bathroom. After brushing your teeth and scrubbing your face you ran a washcloth under some cold water and rubbed the back of your neck. Cool rivulets ran down your skin, and you welcomed the shivers as you walked back out.

You frowned. Something wasn’t right…

You went over to the glass door and you saw that your cat had sat down on his haunches and was purring as if he were welcoming someone he knew.

What the…

The man from last night was on the other side of the screen. You leaped back and dropped the washcloth, dimly hearing the fleshy flop when it hit the floor.

The screen slid open.

You panicked, but found you couldn’t move. You knew this man. He was called the winter soldier.

Oh, man, he really was handsome. He was tall and with your apartment being small to begin with, he turned it into a shoe box. He looked even better than the photos you‘ve seen. Dressed in black with dark hair and matching brown eyes. He wore gloves despite the heat.

Wait a minute.

What were you doing, measuring him for a suit? If this really was the winter soldier, there was no time for staring.

Running, you should be running. You should be making a break for the other door, running like hell.

But all you could do was stare at him.

You craned your neck to look up at his face.

God, he was gorgeous.

He must be coming to kill you, you thought. You didn’t know what you’d done to deserve a hit, but the longer you looked into his eyes, you could barely remember where you were.

You body swayed as he closed the distance between them. You were terrified of what was going to happen when he reached you, but noticed, absurdly, that your cat was purring and wrapping himself in and around the mans ankles.

That cat was a traitor. And if by some miracle you lived though the night, the cat was getting downgraded to mediocre cat food.

Your neck jacked back up as you met the man‘s steady, feral gaze. His stare burned.

And then the extraordinary happened. As he stepped in front of you, you felt a blast of pure, unadultered lust. Your body got wickedly hot. Hot and wet.

Your core bloomed for him.

It was chemistry, you thought numbly. Pure, raw, animal chemistry.

Whatever he had, you wanted.

„Don’t be afraid, (Y/N). My name is James. I wanted to ask you some questions“, he said.

His voice was low, a deep rumble in his solid chest. He had the sliver of an accent you couldn’t place.

„What questions?“, you breathed in a whisper.

„About your friends. The Flag Smashers...“

Dizziness made you reach out for the wall.

„Karli? Why..“ Confusion closed your mouth. „What do you want from them?“

His metal hand crossed the distance between your bodies and he took your chin between his forefinger and thumb. He tilted your face to one side.

„Are you going to kill me fast?“ you mumbled. „Or slow?“

„No killing. Just answers.“

As his head bent down, you told yourself you should fight him off in spire of his words. You needed to Gotthold arms of yours working, your legs, too. Trouble was, you didn’t really want to push him away. You took a deep breath.

Good heavens, he smelled fantastic. Fresh, clean sweat. A dark, masculine musk.

His lips hovered over your ear. The leather of his jacket creaked as his chest expanded.

„You are not one if them,“ he said softly, „not anymore, right?“

God, this had to be what people talked about when they waxed poetic about sex. You didn’t question the need to have him inside of you. You only knew that you were going to die if he didn’t take his pants off. Now.

You reached out, curious to touch him, but when you let go of the wall you started to fall. In what seemed like on motion, he turned around and caught you easily. As he swept you off the floor, you leaned into him, not even bothering to put up a pretense of fighting. He handled you as if you were weightless, crossing the room in two strides.

When he laid you down on the futon his dog tags fell forward, and you lifted your hand, touching the metal. You lifted your hands higher, touching his dark hair. They were thick, soft. You put your palm on his face and though he seemed surprised, he didn‘t pull back.

God, everything about him radiated sex, from the strength in his body to the way he moved to the smell of his skin. He was like no man you‘d ever came across before. And your body knew it just as clearly as her mind did.

„Kiss me,“ you said.

He hovered above you, a silent menace.

On impulse your hands went to the lapels of his jacket, and you tried to pull him down to your mouth.

He captured both your wrists in his metal hand.

„Easy.“

Easy? You didn’t want easy. Easy was not part of the plan.

You struggled against his hold and when you couldn’t get free you arched your back.

Your breasts strained against your Shirt, and you rubbed your thighs together, anticipating what it would feel like to have him between them.

If he‘d only put his hands-

„Sweet Jesus,“ he muttered.

You smiled up at him, relishing the sudden hunger in his face. „Touch me.“

The winter soldier started shaking his head. As if he were trying to clear it.

You opened your lips and moaned in frustration.

„Pull up my shirt.“ You arched again, offering your body to him. „Do it.“

His eyebrows were drawn tight, and you had some vague thought that you should be terrified. Instead, you brought your knees up and lifted your hips off the futon.

You imagined him kissing the insides of your thighs, finding your core with his mouth. Licking you. Another moan boiled out of your mouth.

——

Bucky was dumbfounded.

And he wasn’t a man who got struck stupid very often.

Holy Shit.

You were the hottest thing he’d ever gotten anywhere near. And he’d cozied up to a lightning stroke once or twice before.

You groaned again, your body undulating in a sexy wave, your legs opening wide. The scent of your arousal hit him hard as a body shot. God, he would have been sent to his knees if he hadn’t already been sitting down.

„Touch me“, you moaned.

Buckys blood pumped as if he were in a flat-out run, his erection throbbing like it had its own heartbeat.

„That’s not what I’m here for,“ he said.

„Touch me anyway.“

He knew he should say no. This wasn‘t fair to her. And they needed to talk. He had questions about... what again? Maybe he should come back later in the night. Try again.

You arched up, pushing against the hand he‘d clamped around your wrists. As your breasts strained against your shirt, he had to close his eyes.

Time to go. It was really time to go. He would check back with Sam and Zemo and just come back later, or tomorrow, or-

Except he couldn‘t leave without at least having a taste.

Yeah, but he was a selfish bastard if he laid one finger on you. A nasty, selfish bastard to take any of what you were offering without knowing who he really was. Dangerous, murderous, broken... a monster.

With a curse, Bucky opened his eyes.

Man, he was so cold. Cold down to his marrow.

And you were hot. Hot enough to make that ice go away, at least for a little while.

And it had been so long for him.

He let your wrists go.

Your hands grabbed his jacket, trying to push it back from his shoulders. He wrenched the thing off, and as it hit the floor with a thud, you laughed with satisfaction.

Bucky bent down over you and captured your lips with his mouth.

This time, when you thrust your breasts out, he got rid of his gloves and slid his normal hand under your thin shirt and onto your smooth, warm skin. Greedy to know the rest of you, he peeled your shirt off and tossed it aside.

Your breasts filled his palms, your nipples tight buds underneath the soft satin of your bra.

Buckys control snapped.

He let out a hiss and latched onto one of your nipples with his lips, drawing it into his mouth. As he drew circles with his tongue, he shifted his body and stretched out on top of you, falling in between your thighs. You absorbed his weight with a throaty sigh.

Your hands came between them as you reached for the front of his shirt, but he didn’t have the patience to let you undress him. He lifted up and ripped the material off his body. When he came back down, your breasts hit the wall of his chest and your body surged under his.

He wanted to kiss your mouth, but he was way past anything soft and gentle, so he worshipped your breasts with his tongue and then moved down to your belly. When he got to the waistband of your boxers, he drew them off your smooth legs.

Bucky felt something in his head pop as your scent reached him in a fresh wave. He was perilously close to orgasm, already. His release poised in his shaft, his body shaking with the need to take you. He put his hand between your thighs. You were so wet and hot that he growled.

Crazed though he was, he had to taste you before he invaded you.

He pressed kisses over your hips and across the tops of your thighs. Your hands tangled in his hair as you urged him exactly where he was headed.

He kissed your softest skin, drawing your core into his mouth, and you came over and over again for him until he couldn’t fight his own need any longer. He pulled back, shrugged out of his pants, and covered you with his body once more.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, and he hissed as your heat burned his erection.

He used what was left of his strength to pull back and look down into your face. Waiting for your okay.

„Don’t stop.“ you breathed. „I want to feel you inside me.“

Bucky dropped his head into the fragrant hollow of your neck. And slowly drew his hips back. The tip of his erection slid into place beautifully, and he sheathed himself in your body with one powerful stroke.

He let out a bellow of ecstasy.

Heaven. Now he knew what heaven was like.

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You eased into consciousness slowly. It was like surfacing from a perfectly performed swan dive. There was a glow in your body, a satisfaction as you emerged from the buffered world of sleep.

„You are beautiful,“ he whispered.

His mouth came down on hers. But he wasn’t looking for anything. The kiss was not a demand. it was closer to a thank you.

Somewhere in the room, a cell phone went off. The ring wasn’t yours.

He moved so fast you jumped. One moment he was by your side; the next he was at his jacket. He flipped open the phone.

A flip phone? Weird.

„Yeah?“ The voice that had told her you you were beautiful was gone. Now he growled.

You pulled a sheet around your chest.

„Give me ten.“ He hung up the phone, put it back in the jacked, and picked up the pants he‘d been wearing. His metal arm reflected the tiny lights coming through the blinds.

The threat of re-dressing brought back some reality. God, had you really just had sex - really, really good, mind blowing sex - with the winter soldier?

„James... You are the winter soldier, right?“, you asked.

As he pulled black leather up his thighs, you caught a terrific shot of his ass.

„Not anymore. Don’t be afraid.“

When he sat down next to you, „I‘ve got to go. I might not get back tonigh, but I‘ll try.“

You didn’t want him to leave. You liked the feel of his body taking up more than its fair share of your bed.

You reached up to him, but took your hand back. You didn’t want to seem needy.

„No, touch me,“ he said, bending his body down, giving you all the access you could ask for.

You put your palm on his chest. His skin was war, his heart surging in an even pump.

„I need to know something.“, you said softly. „What the fuck do you want from me, if you’re looking for the flag smashers?“

He smiled a little, as if he liked your swearing.

„Are you trying to stop them?“, you asked.

„Yes, but-“

„Get out. I am not helping you.“ You stood up and put your clothes back on. There was no way, you were going to be a snitch. Even if you were no longer part of the team.

„(Y/N), they have... we need to stop them. They are dangerous.“, he said while looking to the ground. He didn’t seem to confident about that.

He now stood in front of your door to the balcony. Slowly you opened the glass door, took a look outside then went back to your bed.

„Because of the serum.“ You said calmly.

„You know about the serum?“

You laughed. „I don’t just know about it.“ You positioned yourself and got in a strong stance. You smiled. „I got it.“

With one forceful kick to his chest, Bucky got pushed out of your room. He could barely grab the railing to not fall eight down on the street. In front of him the glass door closed, big metal bars flew from the top to secure the entry even more. The blinds closed and he couldn’t see you anymore.

He couldn’t remember the last time he was taken by surprise. It wasn’t pleasant. When he looked down on himself, he saw a little piece of paper in the small pocket of his jacket.

It was a phone number.

XXX-XXXX-XXXX „Call anyway.“

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lethalprotectors · 4 years ago

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Yo enough about sugar daddy Zemo, I live for pimp daddy Sam, king literally drank fresh snake guts just to stay under cover.

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wicckip · 4 years ago

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Karli blowing up that building was so contrived but they have everyone hook line and sinker

#fatws spoilers #fatws #fatws ep 3 #falcon and the winter soldier #falcon #the winter soldier #baron zemo #zemo #helmut zemo #sharon carter #sharon fatws #sambucky #karli morgenthau

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currentlyonstandbi · 4 years ago

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not a day goes by since episode 3 where i don’t think about whether there will be repercussions from everyone in the bar filming the winter soldier fight

#like bucky .. that shit is on fb 0.2 seconds after someone hits record #and you do not even have your face covered #US government is not gonna care what you say . you have been spotted in the presence of escaped criminal zemo #and are currently beating the shit out of people in public #tfatws #fatws #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #falcon and the winter soldier #fatws ep 3 #tfatws ep 3

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ivydean · 4 years ago

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cant believe there are only three more fatws episodes. how am i gonna deal w not getting anymore sam and bucky content. they finally both have storylines and personalities <\3

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nyx-aira · 4 years ago

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ok ok what about Sharon x reader where they’re on the run after Sokovia accords and someone almost finds them and y/n gets injured so Sharon takes care of her? and gets really protective?

Agent my Agent

Requested by @jessromanoff

Summary: A stroll through the city ends up in a fight you're not sure you're able to win.

A/N: I finally finished your request, I kinda changed it a little bit but I hope you still like it

Tag list: @escapetodreamworld @midnight-lestrange @king-star @ynscrazylife @ineffablebean

TW: mention of injuries

You and Sharon had been on the run ever since she helped Cap out, stealing his shield and getting branded enemy of the state. You remember the night when she packed her things and wanted to leave but you promised her once you would never leave her alone so you came with her.

It wasn't easy, everyone was searching for you but you made it work, with the help of some of Sharon's old contacts and your rather unique skills you managed to get out of the country unharmed and into a safe haven: Madripoor.

A city without laws, true to it's old pirate values. It took some time to climb up the society ladder but after getting a good offer as a hustler Sharon made some good money and what could you say, Hightown really was the place to be.

"Sharon, I'm going out." You shouted through the apartment, letting your girlfriend know that you were leaving. She was a well known person and even though you lived in Hightown this was still Madripoor so you had to be careful where you went.

"Where to?" She asked as she stepped through the door, looking at a list with presumably new clients.

"I need to go for a walk, I need some fresh air." You said as you searched for your jacket. Even though it was usually pretty warm in Madripoor you always wore long sleeves because of your...ah...condition. You might have escaped the US government but you both knew there were people here who had a vendetta against both of you.

"Where is my damn jacket?" You muttered under your breath as you searched through the apartment, making a mess out of the living room.

"Kitchen." Sharon just said and pointed to a chair where lo and behold, there it was.

"Be careful." She whispered as she gave you a short kiss on the cheek and passed you your jacket.

"I will." You promised as you grabbed your keys and a dagger, after all this was Madripoor.

When you stepped out of the apartment you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. It was good to be outside again, to feel the wind brush across your face and to smell the ocean breeze. Of all the places you've been to the last years this was the first time you had been near the ocean in all those years. Deciding to stroll down to the docks you started walking, following the smell of the ocean and the sound of the waves.

As you finally arrived at your destination you couldn't help but smile as you saw the waves crash against the port, rocking the boats and luring you closer to the water's edge. Its been a while since you've been swimming but it wouldn't be a great idea to just jump into the water right now. That's why you were content with just walking around the port, ignoring the sailors and salesmen as you continued to stroll around. It was a nice day in Madripoor.

Meanwhile Sharon was back in your apartment, preparing the last contracts for another deal. She looked at the clock again. It's been only 30 minutes, she told herself. There couldn't go anything wrong with you going for a walk. She knew where you were going, you were armed and there was nothing to worry about. You were fine. That's what she told herself but that didn't stop her from looking at the clock every ten minutes and the bad feeling in her stomach growing as time moved on.

You had found a more secluded area of the port and had climbed onto a big crate to have a better view of the ocean. It was relaxing, watching the ships come and go. It was getting pretty warm out in the sun, no shadows to hide in, you were sitting directly in the sun and the breeze didn't really help much. After making sure there was no one around you got rid of your jacket, glad that you made the decision the minute the air hit your skin.

You had been dozing off in the sun when you heard a crash and shot up from where you were laying, getting down immediately when you saw at least six men combing through the area, all armed to the teeth. Cursing under your breath you jumped down from the crate, careful not to make a sound as you landed on the hard concrete. You just wanted to grab your dagger when you realised it was in your jacket. And your jacket was on top of the crate.

Letting out a string of curse words you pressed your back against the crate and prayed that they wouldn't find you. The odds weren't in your favour after all.

Sharon was getting nervous, it had been an hour and even though she knew you could take care of yourself she also knew when to trust her gut. And right now it screamed at her to find you.

"Shit, shit, shit." You muttered as you slid behind a container to take cover, you had been shot and not just once. Lucky for you this didn't mean you would die immediately but if you didn't get out of there soon even you would die from a bullet to the chest.

Groaning you got up from where you were hiding and prepared to run when you looked at your arms. They were almost completely white now, the colour reaching past your elbows and reminding you that there was no hiding like this anymore. Making a decision you hoped it was the right one.

You stepped out in the open and immediately six guns were aimed at you as the bounty hunters stepped out of the shadows. You looked them up and down, searching for some wounds or weaknesses, and luckily for you you found some. Twisting your palms you got rid of the bullet in your thigh, transferring the injury to the man closest to you. Judging by his screams you had chosen the right one as he fell down. An sport injury in his knee was another ones downfall as it gave you the opportunity to loose the stab wound in your knee and bring him down as well. That's how you continued to fight them, turning the injuries and pain they gave you into their own. Sometimes being cursed had its advantages.

You got rid of the last bounty hunter the same moment you heard a bang, then everything went black.

Sharon ran faster when she heard the explosion, cursing herself that she didn't change her outfit from before. When she rounded the corner she saw six dead men under the rubble but no sign of you. Scared as she couldn't find you she was just about to call for help when she saw someone move under the remaining container. Running over to you she carefully pulled you out from the rubble only to find you covered in burns and scratches. Horrified from what she saw she let out a sob and cradled you closer to her chest as the tears ran down her face, falling onto your injured skin.

Sharon opened her eyes when she saw a glow emitting from your body, your injuries healing in the places her tears hit your skin. The realisation hitting her she hoisted you up on her shoulder and walked to the water's edge. Careful not to hurt you any further she gently got into the water, holding onto your body and praying that it would work.

Soon enough your injuries started to heal and the burns disappeared. You woke soon after, sputtering water as you almost chocked to death, startled to wake up not on land.

You looked around to see Sharon next to you, a relieved smile on her face as she pulled you closer.

"I'm so glad you're okay."

You smiled at her and pulled her closer.

"A curse does have its advantages sometimes."

"Yes it definitely does." She agreed as she pulled you in for a passionate kiss. You smiled into it as you realised she had chase you down in her black dress and heals, make up now completely ruined as she had jumped into the water to save you from your injuries. Breaking the kiss you smiled at her.

"Agent my Agent." You said looking at her with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "You saved me."

"Shut up." She muttered as she dragged you into another kiss. She was glad that you were okay because she honestly wouldn't know what to do without you.

#tfatws #fatws #tfaws #fatws ep 3 #sharon carter #sharon carter x reader

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cptnrexicon · 4 years ago

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no no no, here's the thing

I'm perfectly aware that zemo has done some fucked up shit

I'm aware that he'll most likely pull some stunt that might fuck bucky and sam up later in the series

do i still think he's hot?

yes I Do

#zemo #falcon and the winter soldier #fatws #fatws ep 2 #fatws ep 3 #baron zemo #helmut zemo #marvel #bucky barnes #sam wilson

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the-chocoholic-writer · 4 years ago

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Madripoor

Zemo and Sarah’s time in Madripoor

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR EP3, violence, flirting, ect.

Words: 3527

“He’s just through that corridor.” The security guard points to a door down the large hallway. Sarah stand between Sam and Bucky as the guard stops walking.

“Alright. Give us a sec.” Bucky turns to the two as the guard walks off. “I’m gonna go in alone.” Sam and Sarah look at Bucky like he has lost the plot.

“Why?”

“Cause you’re Avengers. You know how he feels about that.”

“Buck it’s not like you two were known for frolickin’ in the sun together.” Sam gestures to where Zemo is.

“This is dangerous Bucky... HE is dangerous.” Sarah states, looking at Bucky, concerned.

“He was obsessed with Hydra... We have a history together. Trust me...” He looks at them. “I got it.” He walks off before they can say anything.

“I hope he’s alright in there...” Sarah says to Sam, after Bucky leaves the pair alone.

“He will be... He’s Bucky.” Sam places his hand on Sarah’s shoulder and gives her a soft smile.

~Later~

“What are you talking about? You wanna break Zemo outta jail? Where the hell are we, Buck? Have you lost your mind?” Sam shines a torch around the large empty room.

“We have no leads, no moves, nothing.”

“What we have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind bars.”

“And we also have eight Super Soldiers that are loose.” Sam covers his eyes as Bucky shines the light at his face.

“Sarah how do you feel about this?” Sam turn to Sarah. Sarah quickly turns to Sam.

“I don’t think it’s safe to break Zemo out... remember what happened last time we dealt with him?” The pair look at Bucky.

“Exactly. Zemo’s gonna mess with our minds. Especially yours. No offence.” Bucky flips a switch and these large lights begin turning on. The three switch their flashlights off.

“Offense.” Bucky glares at Sam. “Super Soldiers go against everything he believes in. He is crazy, but he still has a code.” Bucky walks away from Sam and Sarah.

“I’ve been on the wrong side of that code, Buck, and so have you and Sarah. He blew up the UN, he killed King T’Chaka and framed you for it. Did you forget that? You think the Wakandans forgot about it? It’s a rhetorical question. They didn’t. I know why this matters to you, but c’mon it’s pushing you off the deep end.” Sam takes a step forward as Bucky opens his arms.

“Sam, we don’t know how they’re gettin’ the serum. We don’t even know how many of them there are.” He sighs softly.

“This is a little too crazy Bucky... we will figure it out okay? We don’t need Zemo.” Sarah steps forward and gives him a soft smile and she rests her hand on his arm.

“Look, let me run you through a hypothetical. Can I run you through a hypothetical?”

“Bucky...” Sarah’s smile turns into a frown, as Sam turns to look at him.

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t... do anything...” Bucky loos to the left, refusing to make eye contact.

“The weakest point in the system isn’t the software, the hardware, it’s the meatware. The human element. Now, in this lockup, it’s nine to one, prisoners to guards, and if two prisoners start fighting then the protocol says four guards have to respond.”

“So why would two prisoners start randomly fighting at that moment?”

“Who knows? There could be many reasons...”

“What I’m hearing is that you started it.” Sarah crosses her arms.

“The point is, these things escalate. Lockdown procedures would have to be initiated, and with all those bodies flying around left and right, it wouldn’t be hard to slip down a hallway or two.” Sarah shakes her head and facepalms, exasperated. Bucky starts up again. “And if the fire alarm got tripped while the prisoners were being separated... someone could use the chair to their advantage.” Bucky does a small shrug.

“I don’t like how causal you’re being about this. This is unnatural. Are you... And where are we, man?” Suddenly, a door loudly opens.

“Bucky, you didn’t...” Sarah gasps at him.

The three look over at a plastic curtain, seeing the silhouette of a man grow smaller the closer he gets, until HE emerges.

“Whoa. Whoa, whoa. hey! What are you doin’ here?”

“No, listen. I didn’t tell you ‘cause I knew neither of you would let this happen.” Bucky looks at Sarah, who is staring at Zemo, eyes wide, knowing memories of what he had done were running through her mind.

“What did you do?!” Sam gets in Bucky’s face.

“We need him, Sam... Sarah.”

“No, Bucky, this is crazy. Even for you!” Sarah growls, a glare plastered to her face.

“You’re going back to prison!” Sam points at Zemo.

“If I may...” The man in question begins.

“NO!” The three yell at him. He looks a little startled by the sudden synchronisation but nods softly and whispers out a small “Apologies.” Bucky turns to Sarah and Sam.

“When Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you both backed him. You broke the law, and you stuck your necks out for me. I’m asking you both to do it again.”

“I really think I’m invaluable...” Zemo once again interrupts. Sarah groans softly as Sam turns to him, with a glare.

“Shut up.” Zemo squints at him. Sam looks at Bucky and sighs, shaking his head.

“Okay. If we do this, you don’t make a move without our permission.”

Zemo makes a face for a second and nods.

“Fair.”

“I don’t like this...” Sarah looks at Bucky and Sam. The pair shrug and turn back to Zemo.

“Okay, Zemo. Where do we start?” The three look at him as he smiles.

“So our first move is grand theft auto?” Sam looks at the large number of cars.

“These are mine. Collected by family over the generations. I spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the serum.” Sarah, Sam and Bucky look around at all of his cars. “Because once it’s out there, someone can crate an army of people... Like the Avengers.” Zemo looks at Sam, his eyes flickering over to Sarah who stands beside Sam. “I ended the Winter Soldier program once before. I have no intention to leave my work unfinished.” He grabs a large coat from the top of his car. “To do this we’ll have to scale a ladder of lowlifes.” He begins walking away from the trio and the car.

“Well, join the party. We’ve already started.”

“First still is a woman named Selby. Mid-level fence I still have a line on. From there, we climb.” Sarah looks at Sam and begins to follow Zemo, Bucky and Sam right behind her.

The four walk towards the door of a private jet where an older man stands, waiting.

“So all this time you’ve been rich?”the look of confusion on Sam’s face made Sarah giggle softly, to herself.

“I’m a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country.” Sarah watches as Zemo and the older man talk in Russian, happiness and comfort evident on the Baron’s face. “Please.” Zemo gestures and leads the three up the stairs of the jet.

Once the four are in the jet, Sarah sitting across from Zemo. The older man explains the fridge is out.

“If it doesn’t pass the smell test... give it to them. But not the beautiful woman.” Zemo smiles as the older man laughs and leaves. Sarah zoned out of the conversation for some time, translating Zemo’s words and tries to figure out if he had actually meant to say beautiful or not. She is only snapped back to reality when she sees Bucky with his hand around Zemo’s throat.

“I’ve seen that book. It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What’d you think?” Sam looks at Bucky expectantly.

“I like ‘40s music, so...” Bucky shrugs.

“You didn’t like it?”

“I liked it..”

“Trouble Man is amazing.” Sarah states.

“It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-America experience.” Sam and Sarah look at Zemo confused for a second before they turn back to Bucky.

“He does have a point.” Sarah agrees with the Baron.

“He’s out of line, but he’s right. It’s great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.”

“I liked Marvin Gaye.”

“Steve adored Marvin Gaye.” Sarah shakes her head softly, takes out her phone and headphones out and puts on some ‘calming’ music by Pan!c at the Disco, trying to delve into her own little world as she looks out the window of the jet.

~~In Madripoor~~

“We have to do something about this. I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.” Sam complains.

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake names Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.” Zemo shows Sam a picture of the man he is impersonating on his phone as the four continue walking.

“He even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me, though.”

“Well you aren’t the only one who hates this plan, Sam...” Sarah walks in between Bucky and the Baron, in a small black dress and black heels that Zemo had bought for her to wear. “Do I really have to wear this? And who the fuck am I supposed to be?” She looks at Zemo, an annoyed glare pointed at him.

“Yes, darling. And you are my fiancée, it would be too suspicious for a new face to show up without a specific reason. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error.” Zemo states as a black car pulls up in front of them. He reached forward and opens the door for Sarah, who nods at him as she climbs into the middle seat, between Sam and Bucky. During the car ride, Zemo’s eyes flicker up to the mirror, watching Sarah. She notices his staring and she looks down, a soft blush covering her face. Suddenly, a group of motorbikes come out of nowhere, surrounding the car.

The car pulls up and Sam, Bucky and Zemo climb out of the car. Sarah turns to climb out after Bucky but an outstretched hand stops her. Specifically Zemo’s hand, waiting for her to take it. She reaches out and places her small hand in his and he helps her out of the car, wrapping his arm around her waist. Sarah tenses and he leans down, lips millimeters away from her ear.

“You’re my girl here, that’s your character.” He whispers huskily. The hand on her waist gives her a soft squeeze. She takes a small breath and leans against him, as the four of them walk along the walk above the large crowd of people.

As the four of them walk into the Princess Bar, Zemo’s grip on her tightens, pressing her close to him. The fur on his coat tickles her cheek and neck. “Here we are... Ready to comply, Winter Soldier?” Zemo asks as he leads Sarah, Sam and Bucky to the bar, still holding the woman’s waist. As the four make it to the bar, the bartender walks over, surprise written all over his face.

“Hello Miss, Gentlemen. Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

“His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.” The bartender looks at Zemo with suspicion, then looks at the Sam.

“The usual?” Sam nods.

“Ah... Smiling Tiger, your favourite.” Zemo says, watching the bartender cut open a snake, using it to make the Smiling Tigers usual drink.

“I love these..” Sam says with slight hesitation. Zemo lifts his drink.

“Cheers Conrad.” Zemo drinks his own as Sarah sips on her drink, watching the two. Sam hesitates, then takes the drink like a shot, giving the bartender a thumbs up.

A man walks up behind Zemo and as he turns, moves Sarah out of the way of any possible harm.

“I got word from on high. You ain’t welcome here.”

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me...” Zemo gestures to Bucky.

“New haircut?” The man questions Bucky.

“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo watches the man. He looks at Zemo, then at Bucky, then Sam and lastly towards Sarah who is peeking out from behind Zemo’s protective stance.

“A Power Broker? Really?” Bucky looks at Zemo, obviously done with this situation.

“Every kingdom needs its king.” Zemo slides his arm back around Sarah, softly and sneakily massaging the small area on her waist. “Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?” Sam questions.

“Only by reputation.”

“That doesn’t sound to good.” Sarah mumbles, taking another sip of her drink.

“It’s not. In Madripoor, he is judge, jury and executioner.” Zemo looks around the room and then turns back to the bar. “Winter Soldier. Attack.” The moment the man roughly placed his hand on Zemo, Bucky’s metal arm shot out, grabbing his wrist and twisting, pushing the man to the middle of the floor.

Sam, Sarah and Zemo watch as Bucky kicks ass left and right, causing not only damage to the people but to the furniture around him. Zemo leans close to Sarah and Sam.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo states. Bucky slams a man down onto the bar, then the sound of guns cocking. Sam and Zemo look around the bar at everyone and Zemo grabs Sarah, pulling her close, trying to protect her. Sam places a hand on Bucky’s arm.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.” Zemo whispers to Sam, then he turns to Bucky. “Well done, Soldier.” The bartender watches as Bucky doesn’t let go of the man.

“Selby will see you now.” Bucky let’s go of the man, slowly.

“Thank you.” Zemo nods and gives Sarah’s waist a squeeze. Sam turns to Bucky.

“You good?” He says softly. Bucky looks at Sam quickly before following Zemo and Sarah. Sam following shortly after.

“You should know, Baron. People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.” The woman, Selby, state as the four enter the room.

“Not a demand. An offer.” Zemo sits down, Sarah sitting down on his lap.

“A lot has changed since you were here last.” Sarah decides at that moment to play the character she was given and rests her head on Zemo’s shoulder, playing with the ends of his hair, sneakily paying attention to the entire conversation. Sarah then slides off the Baron’s lap, he gestures for her to sit back where he was sitting and he walks over to Bucky.

“And I give you him.” He walks around, behind Bucky, who looks like a statue. “Along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.” Zemo runs his fingers over Bucky’s chin, softly grabbing and wiggling the end.

“Now that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately. However, I want something else to go along with him.” She smirks at the two men, slowly turning to look at Sarah, who is still sitting on the chair opposite her. “I want that pretty little thing as well.” Zemo walks away from the soldier and Sarah scoots out of the chair for him to sit, taking her original place in his lap.

“Not this one, she’s mine.” His hand cups Sarah’s butt and squeezes, as a way of staking his claim in front of Selby. Sarah, deciding she didn’t like the way the woman talked about her as though she’s an object, steps in.

“I belong to my Baron.” She runs her fingers through the back of his hair. Selby looks disappointed by gives Zemo the information about the Super Soldier Serum and a man called Dr. Wilfred Nagel.

“You can’t find Nagel without me.” Sam’s phone vibrates suddenly.

“Sam? Who’s Sam? Kill them!” Suddenly Selby is on the floor dead with a bullet wound and then chaos ensues. Bucky and Sam take out two of her bodyguards as Sarah pulls a knife out from under her dress and stabs another in between the eyes. She lets the body fall and hit the ground, turns to look at the three men who came with her, staring at her in shock.

“Did you three REALLY think I was coming HERE, defenceless??” Sarah rolls her eyes. The four move towards the exit.

“They’re gonna pin this on us.” Sam states, leaning against the door. Zemo sighs, as Sarah sheaths her knife, the three men’s eyes lingering on her exposed thigh.

“We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead.”

Bucky, Sam, Sarah and Zemo quickly leave the area, the sound of phones receiving messages going off all around them. Zemo’s arm is once again around Sarah’s waist.

“This is not good...” suddenly the light above them go out and multiple gun shots are heard. The four duck and Zemo turns and drags Sarah off down an alley, leaving Bucky and Sam.

“Zemo wait! I can’t run in the-“

Sarah trips, her eyes closed as she waits for the rough impact but instead feels the soft fur from Zemo’s coat. He caught me... the two stare at each other for a moment before Zemo picks Sarah up and continues running down the alleyway.

Finally they got to the end of the alley and turn the corner to see Sam and Bucky standing there, as a body falls.

“You seem to have a guardian angel.” He points out.

“Well this is too perfect.” The last person the four expected to see was Sharon Carter to walk out of the shadow. “Let go of Sarah and drop it, Zemo.” Zemo puts the gun down and lets of Sarah reluctantly.

“Sharon?” Bucky takes a step forward.

~~~~ skip forward to the party at Sharon’s~~~~

Sarah stands off to the side of the crowd still wearing the dress Zemo bought her. Bucky and Sam are talking as she looks around at the dancing crowd only to see Zemo...

Sarah let’s put a tiny laugh, shaking her head at the sight. When she looks back up at him, he is gesturing for her to come dance with him. Sarah thinks for a second before a goofy smile appears and she pushes off the bar and joins Zemo in the crowd.

“Those are so great moves!” She calls out to him over the crowd, he grabs her hands and continues dancing.

“Then dance with me!” He calls back, a large goofy smile on his face. The pair end up dancing and looking at some of the artwork together until they meet up with Sam and Bucky, waiting for Sharon.

“Hey, guys. I found him.” Sharon motions for the four to follow her. Sam turns to Bucky.

“Here we go.”

“Alright, he’s in there. Container four-two-six-one. Sarah and I will keep an eye out while you guys talk to Nagel. But hurry. We’re on borrowed time.” Sharon holds out her palm with five ear pieces for everyone. Sarah, Sam, Bucky and Zemo take theirs and Sharon leads Sarah away from the group, noticing how Zemo watches as the two disappear.

Minutes later, Sharon turns to Sarah.

“So, Zemo seems to have taken a liking to you?” She smirks.

“No he doesn’t.” Sarah shakes her head as she looks around, guarding the shipping container. “It was Allan act. I had to pretend to be his fiancée to get into the club.”

“It’s pretty obvious it wasn’t an act, when I showed up pointing that gun at him, he was being protective.” Sarah rolls her eyes as Sharon nudges her.

The pair are oblivious to the fact that their earpieces were still on and Zemo, Sam and Bucky could hear everything. Sam and Bucky turn slowly to glare at Zemo and if looks could kill, he would have been dead already. However he isn’t paying attention to the two, instead distracted by the voices in his ear and the burnin blush covering his cheeks.

~~~ After the explosion and Zemo’s scene of him kicking ass ~~~

Zemo pulls up in front of the group and shrugs.

“Supercharged.”

Bucky climbs in the passenger seat and Sam climbs in behind him, Sarah walking around the front of the car. Before she opens the passenger door behind Zemo, he opens his door.

“Come here for a second.” Sarah looks at him inquisitively but complies, standing in front of him. Zemo reaches up, grabs her waist and pulls her onto his lap, passionately kissing her for a minute, Sam complaining in the back. He pulls away and smirks, giving her a small wink. She blushes and he pats her ass, for her to climb into her seat. She does so in a daze and once she is buckled in, Zemo takes off.

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