#heinrich zemo

[nitpickrider]

What do you think your father was DOING to give you an idyllic rich kid childhood from 1933-1945? Explain it to me, Helmut.

[thevondoom62]

Not hard to see why Baron Heinrich Zemo was one of the most hated men in his country, even amongst the very worst of humanity.

[merrymarvelite]

Cover of the Day: Sgt. Fury and his Howling Commandos #9 (July, 1964) Art by Jack Kirby

[earthccc]

Incorrect 4 - Earth CCC - Marvel

Heinrich Zemo: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

*****

Helmut Zemo: Someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs in our apartment?

Sin: They're golden retrievers, dude. They retrieve gold. I did this for us.

*****

Viper: Okay! Let’s play Kiss Marry Kill!

Viper: First who would you kill?

*Red Skull points at Heinrich Zemo*

*Strucker points at Heinrich Zemo*

*Arnim Zola points at Heinrich Zemo*

Heinrich Zemo: *shrugs* I would kill me too.

*****

Fixer, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often?

Helmut Zemo, confused: I mean, this is my house, so yeah.

*****

Heinrich Zemo: My assistance will be an act of beneviolence.

Abraham Erskine: ...Don’t you mean benevolence?

Heinrich Zemo: No.

[wanderingmind867]

Baron Zemo is an unrepentant Nazi and a prejudicial monster, but I still feel a little bad about the cloth permanently grafted to his face. That has to be painful. Maybe it's not good to be able to feel sympathy for a horrible person like that, but it does sound painful. The man spends 20 years (at least) with a cloth grafted to his face. Does that affect his skin? His health? I have to imagine it's hard to eat or drink through his cloth covering. I'm also wondering what we'd find if his mask was removed. I kind of expect him to be badly disfigured, but I don't know.

[comicwaren]

From Captain America Vol. 11 #004, “A Series of Unexpected Attacks”

Art by Lan Medina and Espen Grundetjern

Written by J. Michael Straczynski

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Hunting Roses - Chapter 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His head shot up when he heard her tone change.

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

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

“Tony.” Natasha snapped.

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

“What gave it away?” Natasha asked sarcastically.

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

“Tony!” Steve bit out impatiently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Warn her?” Clint echoed, “Why?”

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

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

The present Avengers all made small noises of agreement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[87ofbite]

Studies show that killing nazis is the favorite pastime of at least 70% of Americans

[avengers-goober-behavior]

Baron Zemo prepares to invade Ukraine.

[dberl]

And so the forces of freedom and fascism come together to destroy even weirder fascism! It's the American Way!

Rumlow is actually able to re-crack the gem, ending this situation. Hilariously I’m not sure his boss would actually be happy about this outcome… but we will get to that later.

[nitpickrider]

Helmut Zemo, over dramatic from the first to the last.

[thevondoom62]

Paging Doctor Zemo...

I've really been wanting an updated Heinrich Zemo from Marvel Legends ever since we got this baggy suit body. I didn't think we'd get it this quickly. Also included was Arnim Zola! Fun! As someone who missed the previous two, sure, I'll take it. I gotta admit I mainly bought this pack for big bad daddy Zemo, though.

Zola is alright, but being a straight rerelease of a BAF that's over ten years old(!!!) means it feels dated. It has brighter colors and a new Kirby-esque face. Legs get very poor forward range, but considering the character, I don't need him to kick very high.

Zemo, however, wow! I love this thing. It cuts a very mean silhouette. The skirt and fur collar just really fill things out. As with the other figures that use this base, it's very fun and poseable too. The alternate head is gnarly and it means this figure is actually pulling double duty. After all, Heinie's whole thing is that he glued his sock to his head permanently. There have been times where Helmut has taken to wearing his dad's grody old stuff, so this head represents that.

Two things to address. One: you'll notice just how much the purple on the limbs contrasts against the torso. This is HIGHLY exaggerated by my flash photography. In-hand, it's hardly noticeable. Two: he came with a sword. Now, I don't really associate Heinrich with swashbuckling sword swinging like his offspring. Maybe he used one before, but ehhhh. I would have liked to see some kind of scepter like the old TB figure or maybe a canister of Adhesive X instead.

Overall, it's a solid set. Zemo is fantastic, Zola is fine, but I can see why people who have the previous two would skip this one. If you have Zola already, wait for a sale. If not? I got my money's worth out of it if nothing else.

[ex0rin]

Oh god, I can't decide if I'm more intrigued by 'Heinrich, WinterBaron' or 'Nagel/Zemo', so whichever one of those you feel more like talking about

Hello my love 😘

I knew in my heart you would be the one to ask about these two haha - the Nagel one was something you and Eve and I all talked about for a while in the FCCU where Sam and Bucky send Zemo undercover for more info about the serum and watch as Nagel doses Zemo's drink, tell him and have Zemo be like: it's cool, just follow wherever he takes my body 😅 Something something non con and sex pollen. I never got very far with it, but it was always going to be for you.

And the Heinrich one! This one I can give more of at least. A sequel to And One For the Little Boy with a super great title tbh, kinda sad it'll probably never see more use than this ask -

I'm giving you all 800 words because I don't actually think I'll manage anything for you for your birthday this year (and it kinda breaks my heart, I swear I tried 😭) and you deserve something you'll actually enjoy:

Set Before the King Heinrich/Helmut

Zemo shoulders his duffel bag and steps out from the giant sliding metal doors of the Hydra Preparatory Academy in the American Appalachian Mountains - he keeps his eyes on his scuffed up boots and counts the steps to the small private jet that awaits him across the walkway. 

He’s been enrolled in the Academy for a single season, the winter one, and has little to show for it aside from the aches deep in his bones and the bruising around his jaw and joints; word had travelled too-quick from the Hydra Installation to the Academy - his peers spreading a mix of truth and lies about his encounter with The Winter Soldier. 

They have not been kind. 

Zemo stops, his breath catching in his throat when he sees the immaculately clean and polished leather of tightly laced dress shoes; he lifts his gaze slowly and straightens out his shoulders, he tilts his chin up and presses his mouth into a firm line - he was not expecting to be greeted by his father. 

Heinrich stands tall, his arms folded tightly over his chest; he no longer towers over Zemo in height, but his very presence still makes Zemo feel like he’s back to being that small little boy with bare, sun kissed knees. 

Zemo’s father is dressed from toe to collar in black - his jacket is balanced over his shoulders, giving off the appearance of a cape; he cuts a striking figure with the early sunrise peaking just over the mountain range. 

Heinrich is frowning and Zemo swallows down the fear and panic that rises like bile at the back of his throat; he waits, watching his father look over his appearance - Zemo’s hands shake and he balls them into tight fists at his side. 

Zemo winces, remembering how he had thrown on his wrinkled uniform this morning; he’d left his shirt loose and untucked and his pants folded up over the loosely laced up boots he’d slipped on without thinking - Oeznik had been meant to meet him, he should have had time to redress before seeing his father again. 

Heinrich tsks, his lips pursing at the corner, his nose twitches like he’s just seen or smelled something foul and he turns without a word, climbing up the folded out stairs to board their private plane - Zemo hesitates, looking tentatively back to the doors of the Academy.

He hears the sharp snap of his father’s fingers and he follows, wordlessly. 

They sit across from each other inside and Zemo tries not to squirm under his father’s constant and calculating gaze; he sits up straight the entire time, his back never touching the soft leather of the chair behind him.

The silence feels deafening. 

It’s over five hours into the flight before his father speaks. 

“Did you think that I would not hear about your time away.” Heinrich says - his voice is low and even, just loud enough that it makes Zemo flinch; Zemo knows that it’s not a question, not really. 

There could never be a right answer. 

Zemo stays silent.

His lips are dry and his mouth feels sticky and parched, he’s been too scared to make a sound, even if it had been only to ask for water; the aches in his body feel more pronounced after being still in the same position for multiple hours and he can feel the static of his legs having fallen asleep hours ago - he curls his toes inside his boots and exhales slowly through his nose at the pin-pricks that radiate up along his calves. 

“Every single thing you do comes back to me.” 

“I’m-” Zemo starts; he winces at how cracked his voice sounds - he carefully licks his lips and swallows around nothing before trying again, “I am sorry, father.” 

“Are you?” Heinrich asks - he leans forward in his seat, shortening the distance between them; he raises an eyebrow and tilts his head slightly to the side, “Have you heard the things they say?” 

His father reaches across the space and curls his fingers around Zemo’s chin, digging his fingertips into the skin - he runs his nails through the short, spiky hairs that now pepper along Zemo’s jawline and his frown deepens making lines of displeasure appear on his forehead. 

“Yes sir.” Zemo breathes out - he can feel tears building up under his eyes and struggles to blink them away; he presses his lips into a firm line when a single drop slides down the side of his face, carving a wet line down along his cheek to touch his father’s fingers. 

Heinrich scoffs and pulls his hand away, jerking Zemo’s head to the side as he does so; he leans back in his chair and looks away from Zemo, staring out the window with a scowl.  

“You are such an embarrassment to me.” he says.

(I love you so much Shan ❤️)

[jimintomystery]

Although I love love love the idea of a noble line being cursed for 13 generations to burn their faces with superglue, I regret to report this isn't what happened to the Zemos.

For reference:

Baron Zemo I-XI: No superglue exposure or masks or facial disfigurement (kinda boring tbh)

Baron Zemo XII: Got superglue dumped on head, mask permanently stuck to face, but no facial disfigurement (I guess?)

Baron Zemo XIII: Fell into boiling superglue, wasn't wearing mask, no stickiness issues, but all the facial disfigurement

super glue is already nerve-racking to use but having a whopping 13-generation-long lineage of men getting facially disfigured by accidents and other shenanigans involving what's essentially extreme super glue is either ridiculously horrible luck or an abusive rite of passage

[earthccc]

Pregnant Meme Animatic - Marvel Earth CCC

Characters : Red Skull - Viper - Baron Heinrich Zemo

[wanderingmind867]

One Question: How can you be a Nazi scientist hated by even his own people? Zemo must've been doing some really crazy stuff, to earn the ire of even (presumably) some of Hitler's loyalists: