#helmut zemo x gender neutral reader

[kortsitron]

Dancing in the rain

Pairing: Baron Helmut Zemo × Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: once is kinda sexual tension, but besides that it's pure fluff

Summary: You wanted to go for a walk after a mission. And who would have known that some of your dreams might come true under the rain?

Author’s Note: I got the idea after watching Crimson Peak (dancing scene to be specific) and the fact that it was raining while I was watching a said movie. Originally I thought about Bucky for this one shot, then Loki and I noticed I have no fics for Zemo so I gotta fix that. Hope you're gonna enjoy this one shot!

my ao3

"Are you sure you don't want me to call Oeznik to get us? It looks like it's going to rain." Zemo commented, watching you walk in front of him.

You turned to him, walking backwards, with a soft smile. "I am sure, Zemo. I haven't had a chance for a walk like this in a while, so let me take my time." He shook his head and chuckled at your eagerness. He found it quite cute. "You don't care if it's about to rain?" He raised his eyebrow at you, before looking at the sky.

"Nope. I'm gonna enjoy myself, no matter if it's gonna rain or not." You turned back to him, hearing a chuckle escaping him, before he was at your side, offering you his arm to hold if you wanted. Without a second thought you gladly took it, slowing down to enjoy yourself even more.

As much as Madripoor was dangerous, even more at night - somehow you found it beautiful. The alley you were walking down with Helmut, was quite quiet, it seemed like only you two were walking down it. The lamps lights shining on the street, being the only source of light on that very street, but you couldn't mind. You liked the calming atmosphere it had and you thought you could ask for more at that very moment.

It was before you felt a droplet on your face. And from one small droplet, it slowly started to rain. Your eyes went to Helmut, who was already looking at you. You didn't realize he was staring at you for a while now, so you quickly looked away, a little embarrassed, feeling your cheeks start to burn.

You thought he was going to make a comment regarding that, but instead you heard him say "I hope it's not going to rain too heavily. Otherwise our walk wouldn't be so pleasant." He took a quick glance at the sky again, letting droplets fall on his face as you got a look at him again. "I don't mind the rain, at least not now." The happiness in your tone, made him smile at you.

Again you two kept quiet, letting the rain get you wet. Zemo held you close to him, making sure you would get cold. Then he felt you shiver. "Are you cold? Should I call Oeznik to get us?" Worry in his tone, but you shook your head at him.

"No thank you." Zemo nodded at that, and before he had a change to ask another question, you continued. "The occasion is perfect, don't you think?"

"It depends. Perfect for what?" He raised his eyebrow at you again, a little confused.

"It's like in the movies, you know? If we were in the movie, that would probably be a dancing scene." You couldn't look at him, while you explained what was in your head. It felt a little embarrassing, as much as you thought the dancing in the rain scenario was cute and quite romantic, it seemed a little cliché. You honestly thought Zemo might make fun of you for bringing such an idea up.

Instead you felt him let go of you. You watched as he fixed his hair, took his gloves off and fixed his outfit. "Well then, if you like the idea of dancing in the rain so much, who am I to not let your dream come true?" Your face was burning at that moment and you were sure he could notice.

And you watched him as he bowed a little before you, his hand getting wet as he waited for you to take it. "May I have this dance?" You nodded, deeply flattered by the gesture.

So you took it, setting your other hand on Helmut's shoulder, as his hand went on your hip. "Is that okay if I lead?" He whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. You were too stunned to speak, so you let out a quiet sound, confirming that you were okay with his idea.

So it started. Zemo slowly led you through the dance, keeping his eyes on you as you rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, trying to calm down. You could tell that your heart was beating way faster than it should and you had no idea how to stop it. It was all because of the closeness you got with Zemo.

You had a crush on him for a while now. He is always so nice toward you, ever since you met. So nice, kind and so gentle towards you. Caring about you and you didn't think if you ever felt safer with someone. Or happier at that point.

And before you think about your crush more, you felt Zemo letting you go to twirl you. You got so caught off guard by it, you almost fell on him. "Are you alright?" He asked, caughting you in his arms.

"Yes, I just got a little lost in my thoughts, that's all." You explained nervously, standing straight and fixing your posture. You took a look at Zemo, he was looking at you with a soft smile on his face. You felt like your ability to speak was taken away from you. Suddenly you felt so shy, when he was looking at you like that.

"Can I kiss you?" Helmut asked, waiting patiently for your response and reaction. He watched as your eyes locked with his, as you were trying to analyze what was happening before you. It really was starting to become a dream come true.

"Yes please." You finally whisper, after what seemed to be hours for you. You felt his hand go to your face, before his lips pressed against yours. You wrapped your hand around his neck, being so eager so closeness. Being so eager for him. 

Zemo's lips were soft and they felt so good against yours. You imagined how it would feel to kiss him, but you never expected to experience it. Nor did you expect him to be this good. And before you let yourself go completely, he let go of you. 

His hair was messy, but happiness on his face was clearly visible. "I wanted to do that for a while now." He admitted, as his thumb, brushes against your red cheek. "I'm guessing that you feel the same way?"

"Yes, Helmut." You almost moaned his name out. And you couldn't help yourself from hugging him. He chuckled at your reaction. Pleased with how things went.

You quickly let go of him, shivering again. He noticed, and before you could get a chance to stop him, Zemo was taking coat off. "Helmut, yo-you don't have to!" You protested, you were cold, but you didn't want Zemo to get sick.

"Maybe, but I want to make sure you won't get sick. You're soaked up." He replied, as he put his coat on your arms. He brought you to the side, hiding both of you from the rain. "I enjoyed our walk, but let's get you somewhere warm now."

You signed happily. "But we will do something like this again, right?"

He smiled at you. "Of course."

[arcriotwrites]

~𝒯𝒽𝑒 ℬ𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓃'𝓈 ℬ𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎~

Helmut Zemo x AFAB reader (gender neutral names) 18+

Warnings: Swearing, smut, choking, teasing, hand kink, fingering, oral (female anatomy used), established dynamic, brat taming, dom!zemo, use of petnames (Bunny, Darling, etc.)

Author’s Note:

I am back with another one! I feel like Zemo doesn’t get enough love as it is so I’m writing for him😤. I’ve had this idea for a long time and finally have found the brain power to write it. This is an 18+ fanfic, PLEASE TAKE THE WARNINGS SERIOUSLY! Enjoy!

The bright lights and loud music of the bar seemed to welcome you in. Wolfman’s Bar sits along a quiet street in Madripoor, if there is such a thing as a quiet street here. The entrance is in a back alley, needing strict access to even enter the bar. You step onto the concrete sidewalk, knocking firmly against the heavy metal door. The metal vibrated with the bass of the music, your attention on the man as he opens the door. He takes one look at you and steps aside, welcoming you in. A smirk rests on your lips as you saunter in, noticing many people turn and whisper to each other upon your arrivals you pull the maroon leather jacket off of yourself and drape it over the back of one of the barstools, taking a seat. The bartender comes over to you almost instantly.

“What can I get you, Jester?”

The name rolls off his tongue with a hint of fear and you can’t help but feel proud.

“A dirty martini should be fine.”

You watch as he quickly shuffles off to fulfill your request. As you sit there, you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket, you pull it out to look at the text.

Carlos: Slight trouble with current mission, need 2 more days to fulfill your wishes.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you type back, your back straightening slightly.

Me: You have one day. If the money isn’t transferred by this time tomorrow, the hunt is on.

You let out a deep grumble as you hit send, sliding your phone into your pocket once more. You tap your fingers in your lap as you wait for your drink.

You suddenly feel a hand between your shoulder blades, your right hand flying to your thigh, pulling your handgun from it’s holster.

“Calm down, darling. It’s just me.”

His voice hits your ears like a drug, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You turn around to see him. Before you stand Baron Zemo, or at least what everyone here knew him as. You knew him as Helmut, being the only one who is allowed to use his first name.

“Welcome back, Helmut. What brings you to my domain?” You ask, a smirk settling on your lips as he sits on the barstool next to you. You clip your gun back into the holster that is strapped to your thigh. As you do so, the bartender sets your drink down in front of you and you nod a thanks at him before taking a sip.

“I had some time off so I figured I’d pay you a visit. I heard the Powerbroker has taken a step back huh?” He asks, his eyes never leaving you as you set your drink back on the bar top.

“Yep. With Selby dead thanks to you and the Powerbroker regaining a home in the US, that leaves Madripoor with no leader, at least until recently.”

As you speak, you can’t help the proud smile that falls on your lips. You run your fingers along the base of your martini glass, wiping off a smudge. You turn to look at him once more, noticing confusion evident in his eyes. You let out a soft laugh, seeing the wrinkles of his face deepen as he puts on a curious expression.

“What do you mean by that, darling?” Your smirk only deepens at his question, finishing your drink swiftly before standing from your chair and grabbing your jacket from the back of it.

“C’mon. We can talk more at my place. I got a nice house in high town.” You say as you start to walk out of the bar. You feel a hand on your wrist pull you back. As you turn you almost slam into his chest.

“You know the rules. Follow them.” His voice sounded deep and gruff in your ears, his tone commanding. A shiver runs down your spine as you remember what he told you during his last visit.

Never stray too far from me.

He chuckles deeply as he watches you process what he said. You swallow hard, nodding before turning and starting to walk towards the exit, slower this time. You look back at him every few seconds to make sure he is right behind you. As you exit the bar, he grabs your hand. The feeling of his hand in yours has your mind fogging a bit, the feeling so familiar yet from so long ago.

Once you reach your house, you bring him inside, shutting off the security system. As you flip the lights on, you see him taking off his coat, draping it over the black armchair in the foyer. You walk into the living space, glancing around as you light the fireplace. The warmth of it makes you hum slightly as you feel arms wrap around your waist. You look down and see the deep purple sleeves and aged hands that rest near your stomach. A smile breaks out onto your lips as you lean into his touch.

“I missed you, Baron.” You whisper softly, hearing a slight hum vibrate through his chest. You always knew that name affected him and now was no different.

“I missed you too, Bunny.” As the petname rolls off his tongue, you can feel your mind fogging again, just like it had earlier when he grabbed your hand. He always called you that. To him you were something delicate, something to handle with care. No matter how wild you could be, you were always his soft, delicate bunny.

You hear him chuckle as your eyes close, not having noticed you were now fully leaning into him, a blush creeping up your neck and to your cheeks. His voice is husky now, his accent thick.

“Did my Bunny miss my touch hmm?”He smirks as he speaks, you’re able to hear it in his voice. All you can do is nod, scared that your voice will betray you if you try to speak but he cuts you off in your actions.

“Ah ah ah, words, darling. You know how this works.” His tone becomes authoritative, causing you to shutter against him.

“Yes, I did.” You say, your voice coming out soft and obedient. It was as if your body was acting out of need, not want. You needed his hands on you, you needed him to keep speaking to you like this. A part of your brain flips, starting to drift in thought.

What would happen if I didn’t submit?

A small smirk crawls its way to your lips, slowly sliding yourself out of his arms. You turn to look at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you cross your arms over your chest. You watch as he looks you up and down, as if examining his prey. He seems to scoff slightly as you look at him, determination evident in your posture.

“Actually, I don’t need your touch. I am perfectly fine getting off by myself.” You spit out, smirking the entire time. You knew the words you spoke weren’t true, all those late nights whimpering his name into your pillow out of frustration. You watch as he raises his eyebrows, shaking his head as he smirks.

“Oh is that so, bunny? So you weren’t frustrated with my absence? You didn’t miss my hands tracing your body, feeling every inch of you? You didn’t miss me leaving marks on your thighs, owning every inch of you?” As he speaks, he takes steps closer to you, starting to walk you back against the wall. He towers over you now, your back flush against the wall as you realize he has trapped you just as he planned. “You didn’t miss the way my tongue felt as I licked that pretty pussy clean?” He whispers in your ear now, his voice deep and gruff. His words have you leaning your head back against the wall as you close your eyes, taking a deep breath to try and stay nuetral. You feel his hand wrap around your hip, his thumb digging into your side. God his hands always interested you. They were so callous and rough from his work, covered in scars from the countless fights he got into. Despite this, he always touched you with the softest touch. The veins that ran down his forearms and into his hands always had you mesmerized, remembering all the countless nights you spent tracing them when you couldn’t sleep. Though there was another side to those hands. The way they held a gun so steady, he could get a headshot from a mile away. The way that they ran down your sides and to your legs, spreading them open as they had many times before.

As your mind started to drift, you could hear him chuckle. You hadn’t noticed you had zoned out, blushing deeply when you noticed you are gripping his sweater. You blink a few times, slowly letting go of his shirt, clearing your throat.

“Still trying to be defiant.” He states it as a fact, not a question. The disappointed tone in his voice makes you falter slightly, like your brain is fighting itself. Without any time to prepare, his hand comes up around your throat, squeezing the sides in a tight grip as he presses you back into the wall harder. “Come on now. You know exactly where this would get you, pinned to the wall, unable to breathe. Hm? Did you want this? Did you plan this since you saw me? Planned to work me up so that I’d fuck you senseless hm?” His angry tone makes your head spin. You can’t tell if it’s the lack of oxygen or the way you can feel his hand sliding from your waist to the front of your shorts that is making you feel lightheaded. You can feel him undoing the button and zipper, anticipating his touch. You craved it. Him feeling how wet you are because of him, his finger teasing your clit until you are sobbing, begging him to fuck you. Yet as your mind reels, his hand comes to rest back on your waist, his grip on your throat loosening slightly. You gasp, feeling your lungs burn as you try not to cough. He smirks, chuckling at your red face as he runs his thumb over your cheek.

“Look at you. You’re so desperate aren’t you? It’s taking everything in you to not fall to your knees and beg me to take you right here right now. I can see it in your face. I can see it in the way your hips pressed against my hand when I undid your shorts. You need me so badly yet you won’t say it. You know the rules, Bunny. I won’t do a damn thing until you ask me to.” His voice is stern, a teasing tone tagging onto it as he reminds you of the rule you hated most. You hated asking him, vocalizing your filthiest desires seemed like a nightmare. You swallow hard, feeling his hand against the front of your throat. You clear your throat, your eyes glazing over as you look up at him, deciding that your current aches are far more important than the anxiety rising in your belly.

“Please touch me, Baron.”

Your voice comes out just above a whisper. You watch the smile spread across his face, a mischievous look falling over his eyes.

“There you go. You did such a good job, Bunny. Come on, let your Baron take care of you.” He speaks softly, his tone completely different than the stern one he held moments ago. He takes your hand, leading you over to the leather couch that sits in front of the fire. He takes a seat, spreading his legs open. “Take those shorts off for me, darling.”

You can tell it’s a command yet his voice comes out gentle. It’s as if he is silently letting you know you can back out. He was always doing that, making sure you were ok and comfortable, letting you know you could stop at any time. You nod softly as you slide the shorts down your legs, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. You watch as his eyes fall over you, his tongue poking out to lick his lips.

“God… I missed looking at you.” He whispers out, breathless. You blush deeply, the red tint now spreading to your ears as he looks at you like a predator watching its prey. “Come here.” He motions with his fingers as he speaks, adjusting how he sits to sit back further on the couch. You walk to stand in front of him, your hands clasped behind your back. You feel your mind fully leave, any thoughts you had fog over and the only thing you can focus on is him.

He suddenly grabs your waist and turns you around, pulling you to sit In between his legs on the couch, your back flush to his chest. His cologne fills your nose like a drug, making you hum in delight. He lets his hands roam you, sliding down your back and around your waist, finally rest on your thighs. You can feel yourself squirming slightly, the puddle you sit in becoming uncomfortable.

“Do you want me to take care of you, Bunny?” He voice is soft in your ear, the words spilling from his lips like a prayer. There he goes again, asking you if you are ok without being direct.

“Yes, Baron. Please.” Your words come out broken, not expecting to hear yourself sound so desperate. When you speak, you feel his hands grip your thighs, gently spreading them apart.

“There you go. Let me control you, bun. Just relax ok? I’ll take good care of you.” His voice fills your ears as you feel his middle finger lightly drag up your underwear. As his touch reachers your clit, you jump in his lap, slamming your legs shut out of shock. You hear him chuckle as he pulls your thighs apart again, continuing his feather light touch over your underwear. “Look at you.” He presses his finger into the wet patch that had soaked through; “so wet for me already.” You nod quickly at his statement, feeling your hips rise, trying to chase his touch. Both of his hands grip your hips, slamming you back onto the couch. “Stay still.” His tone is stern, dangerous. The contrast in his gentle touch to his aggressive tone makes you whimper.

“Give into me, bunny. Come on. You almost had it, then you got too greedy. I will touch you however and whenever I want.” His tone is soft, gentle, as if trying to coax your body into doing as he says. You relax back against his chest, resting your head back onto his shoulder. “There you go.” His touch returns to your clothed pussy, rubbing gentle circles against your clit, feeling the wet spot grow as he does so. You can feel his shit eating grin against your head, placing a kiss to your forehead. You let out a breath you hadn’t noticed you had been holding, soft moans leaving your lips. You bite your lip as his speed and pressure picks up, your legs starting to shake at the shocks that run up your spine. As it begins to be too much, he withdrawals his hand causing you to whine in protest.

“Sshh bun, you’re ok, patience.” His tone is gentle once more, soothing your aching body back against his chest. You feel his finger slide your underwear to the side, his finger starting to run up and down through your wet mess. He hums in approval as he slowly traces around your entrance, feeling how your body quivers against him. You moan as he finally touches you, finally feeling what you have needed for the past 7 months. Finally having what you dreamed of every night.

He slowly pushes the tip of his middle finger into you, going in and out slowly, gently.

“You’re so tight, darling. Is all of this mess for me hmm?” His voice is teasing, slowly putting more of his finger into you with every push. All you can do is nod, moaning as he pushes his finger fully into you. “Your body missed me, darling. I can feel it in how your walls throb against my finger.”

His statement makes me shiver, feeling his other hand slide up your chest to your neck, gripping your jaw gently and pulling your head back so you look at him. As he does this, he rapidly picks up speed, sliding a second finger into you. “If you didn’t miss me, bunny, then how come your pussy is making a puddle on this couch for me hm? How come your body is shaking in pleasure as if you haven’t felt this in months hm?” His tone is still gentle, almost mocking you as you moan loudly against his neck. The pleasure mixed with his words makes you writhe in his lap, gasping as tears start to roll down your cheeks. It’s too much, the way he taunts you, teases you while fully handling your body in anyway he wished.

As it all builds, you feel your climax reaching its peak, desperately needing the release you had waited months for.

“Baron please! Don’t stop…. M-I’m close.” You gurgle out, your body shaking against his as he fingers you relentlessly.

“Come on, give it to me, Bunny. Show me how much you missed me.”

At his words, you cum, feeling your hips stutter against his hands as he continues at a brutal pace. You gasp and moan against his skin, eventually biting into his neck as you groan. As you come down from your high, he slows down, eventually pulling his fingers out of you. He examines the glistening digits, seeing your gaze on his hands. You watch as he slides his fingers between his lips, sucking them clean. The sight has you squirming, seeing him savor every inch of you. He pulls his fingers from his lips and wipes them on his dress pants. He smiles softly down at you as you look at him dazed, your head empty.

“Do you want me to clean you up, darling?” The question doesn’t process in your brain for a few seconds yet you find yourself nodding without hesitation. He picks you up, laying you on your back on the couch. You look down at him as he crawls down your body, sliding his tongue over the mess on your thighs. The feeling makes you gasp, shivering against the cold leather. You watch him as he makes eye contact with you, sliding his tongue up between your folds, watching you as you moan. His slides his tongue over your clit, noticing how you jump at the contact. He smirks against your pussy, licking at you slowly and gently. Once he decided it was enough torture, he sits up.

“Come here, Bunny. Let yourself doze off, ok? That was a lot after our long break hm.” He says, chuckling as you shakily crawl over, curling up against his chest. You can hear his heartbeat, the sound making you smile. He was really here, he was truly here to take care of you after so much time apart.

“I love you, Baron” the words come out of your mouth as you doze off, the last thing you hear before sleep takes you;

“I love you too, Bunny.”

[bluebirdsboi]

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Title: 5 Times Bucky's "kindergarten teacher" Side Made an Appearance Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: C4 - Kink: Brat Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky x Steve Warnings: N/A Major tags: Violence, Spanking Summary: "Let me get this straight,” Sam says with a skeptical look. “Hydra made the Winter Soldier an underground kindergarten teacher?” Or, how Bucky is terrifying even when living out nursery rhymes. Come to read this super not serious fic, stay for the amazing art from Kay. Word count/format: 2438

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Title: Starvation (Chapter 2) Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: K4 - Kink: Held Down Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky x Sam Warnings: N/A Major tags: Sex Pollen, Deepthroating, Top Bucky Summary: When he’d been given the news that Bucky had been dosed with something in a Hydra bunker, Sam had immediately thought of all the disastrous things it could’ve been. An aphrodisiac hadn’t been on that list. Word count/format: 1901

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Title: Starvation (Chapter 3) Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: K2 - Falcon Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky x Torres x Sam Warnings: N/A Major tags: Top Bucky, Threesome, Accidental Voyeurism Summary: When he’d been given the news that Bucky had been dosed with something in a Hydra bunker, Sam had immediately thought of all the disastrous things it could’ve been. An aphrodisiac hadn’t been on that list. Word count/format: 2077

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Title: Clint will do anything for that date, even be a Landscaper Creator(s): Rufferto Link: tumblr Square: B5 - Fix It Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky/Clint, Winterhawk Warnings: Alternate Universe, No Powers, Disabled Character Major tags: Disabled Character Summary: Clint accidentally gets himself roped into fixing the landscaping of his new neighbors to spite the Home Owners Association. Fixing it isn’t the problem, Clint can learn! The problem is he actually went there to date Bucky. Georgette the bulldog is a minor but very important character and must be included. Word count/format: art for an already written story on a03

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Title: The Not so Secret Admirer - Chapter 3: Cuddles & Fluff Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: U1 - Fluff Rating: Mature Ship(s): Jame “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis Warnings: set up, secretiveness, No Nut November, sexual frustration, man tiddies Major tags: Avenger Tower, Canon divergence, Idiots in love, secret admirer, Jane is not awake yet, matchmaking, snowed in, Steve is relaxed, cuddling for warmth, fluff Summary: Bucky and Darcy woke up together after the power went out. Bucky’s room got cold while they slept. He had to build a fire before he could warm Darcy’s nose again with his manly tiddies. Word count/format: 1071

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Title: Midnight Ventures Creator(s): lillywillow Link: tumblr Square: B2 - December 16, 1991 Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/ Gender neutral reader Warnings: mild angst Major tags: Sleepwalking Summary: With the anniversary of the death of Tony’s parent, Bucky’s guilt manifests itself in a new way Word count/format: 1303

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Title: Snowball Fight - A Dating Trouble Two Shot - Chapter 2: Sweaters and Hot Chocolate Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: Y4 - Zombie Rating: Teen Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Warnings: polyamory, feelings, insecure Steve Major tags: Alternative Universe, Coffee Shop AU, Single Parent AU, No Power AU, snowball fight, Steve’s daughter Maggie, ugly Christmas sweaters, Hot Chocolate, Zombie fleas Summary: After an epic indoor snowball fight, Steve, Maggie, Bucky, and Darcy were about to have Hot Chocolate. The choice in ugly Christmas sweaters evokes feelings in Steve. He was not prepared for them, but Bucky and Darcy were there to help him. Word count/format: 1304

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Title: One Night in Asgard - Chapter 4: I was a Cat Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: B3 - Changed into an Animal (swapped, formerly Angst) Rating: Teen Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes&Darcy Lewis, James “Bucky” Barnes/Loki Warnings: accidental marriage, turned into an animal Major tags: Bucky is married to Loki, Cat Bucky, Loki turned Bucky into a cat Summary: Bucky met up with Darcy after their marriages. Bucky told Darcy something that had her surprised. Word count/format: 100

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Title: One Night in Asgard - Chapter 5: How I Became a Cat Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: Y5 - Animal Transformation Rating: Teen Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Loki Warnings: accidental marriage, turned into an animal Major tags: Bucky is married to Loki, Cat Bucky, Loki turned Bucky into a cat Summary: Bucky did something Loki didn’t like and got turned into an animal. Word count/format: 100

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Title: The Assignment (Chapter 6) Creator(s): scottxlogan Link: ao3 Square: K1 - Kink: Aftercare Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings: Sexual content, touch starved Major tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe – Bodyguard, Sexual Content, Age Difference, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Alcoholic Tony Stark , Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Forbidden Love, Bodyguard Bucky Barnes, Bratty Tony Stark, Lust at First Sight, Dirty Talk, References to Drugs, Bad Boy Tony Stark, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Hurt/Comfort, Touch-Starved, Light Spanking, Past Child Abuse Summary: Tony and Bucky's morning together brings them closer than ever until Steve calls to check in on Bucky's progress with Tony. Not one to be ignored, Tony takes matters into his own hands in proving to Bucky that he is the one that deserves Bucky's full attention. Armed and determined to recapture Bucky's focus, Tony pulls forth all the stops in a seduction attempt that leads to a surprising morning set on changing everything for Tony in ways he never anticipated moving forward. Word count/format: 10845

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Title: A Twist on Game Night Creator(s): LBibliophile Link: tumblr Square: Y2 - Poker night Rating: Gen Ship(s): Avengers team Warnings: na Major tags: Avengers family, Game Night, competitive!everyone, drabble Summary: The Avengers get a little too caught up in their latest Game Night challenge. Word count/format: 100

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Title: A Marked Improvement Creator(s): newtypeshadow Link: ao3 Square: U3 - AU: Royalty Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Knives, Severed Heads Major tags: Soulmates AU, Royalty AU, Assassins & Hitmen, Banter, Meet Ugly Summary: The knife flinched away from Tony's throat. "Fuck," the assassin spat, sheathing it with frustration. "We can't kill him. He's our soulmate." Word count/format: 2713

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Title: Do You Believe In Dragons? Creator(s): newtypeshadow Link: ao3 Square: C2 - Mythological Creatures Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings: N/A Major tags: Drabble, Mythological Creatures, Established Relationship Summary: "There's no such thing as dragons," Bucky told Tony. Word count/format: 100

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Title: Bon Appetit Creator(s): lillywillow Link: tumblr Square: B5 - Takeout/ Pizza Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky/ Platonic Reader Warnings: None Major tags: Takeout Pizza Summary: After every team mission, it became a tradition to get takeout for everyone. Word count/format: 972

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Title: Alpine's Second Christmas (chapter 1) Creator(s): WC_ItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: K1 - Alpine Rating: Gen Ship(s): Stucky Warnings: N/A Major tags: AU: no powers; AU: Soulmates: AU: coffee shops; write!bucky; alpine Summary: Writer!Bucky has writer's block; Alpine helps. Word count/format: 694

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Title: Alpine's Second Christmas (Chapter 2) Creator(s): WC_ItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: Y1 - Steve Rogers Rating: Gen Ship(s): Stucky Warnings: n/a Major tags: AU: no powers; AU: Soulmates: AU: coffee shops; write!bucky; alpine Summary: Bucky and Steve trim their tree; Alpine helps. Word count/format: 725

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Title: The Red Woods Creator(s): startrekkingaroundasgard Link: tumblr Square: U2 - Fae Rating: Teen Ship(s): N/A Warnings: mind control Major tags: fae, fairytales, au, moodboard, graphic, edit, drabble Summary: Wandering through the Red Woods one day, Bucky came upon a trail of mushrooms... Word count/format: 150

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Title: Road Trip Creator(s): startrekkingaroundasgard Link: tumblr Square: Y4 - Road Trip Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Reader Warnings: gun mention, assassination mention Major tags: moodboard, graphic, edit, drabble, roadtrip, colleagues to lovers, romantic relationship Summary: Days alone on the twisting highway and secluded back roads provided the perfect chance to take the next step in your relationship with Bucky. Word count/format: 93 + moodboard

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Title: Home Again (Chapter 24) Creator(s): scottxlogan Link: ao3 Square: C3 - Free Square Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings: Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury Major tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie)Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood and Injury, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Summary: The team prepares for the Power Broker's auction as everyone is feeling the tension ahead of them. Bucky shares a conversation with Yelena before the team arrives in Madripoor and they are given their assignments on the road to finding the truth in what happened to Tony. Word count/format: 11125

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Title: Ace Nat Creator(s): nolanfa Link: tumblr Square: C1 - asexuality Rating: Gen Ship(s): Natasha Romanoff & Bucky Barnes Warnings: N/A Major tags: asexuality Summary: Nat and Bucky chilling Word count/format: 1 digital art (still image) + 444 words

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Title: Borrowing Trouble - Chapter 2 Creator(s): PoliZ Link: ao3 Square: B2 - Funeral Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Tony Warnings: Fake Dating, Grief/mourning Major tags: Modern No Powers AU, University AU, Roommates, Fake Dating, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Bucky POV Summary: Tony’s offer to accompany Bucky to his grandmother’s funeral as his fake boyfriend is both generous and dangerous. Word count/format: 1204

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Title: Reaching an Understanding Creator(s): PoliZ Link: ao3 Square: Adopted - Peggy Carter Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky & Peggy Warnings: none Major tags: CA:TFA Compliant, Missing Scene, POV Peggy Summary: The morning after Peggy's failed attempt to get Steve to dance with her, Sergeant Barnes comes looking for her to provide his perspective on the evening. They have what turns out to be an informative conversation. Word count/format: 665

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Title: Rules for the Fallen (chapter 2) Creator(s): WC_ItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: K5 - Murder Strut Rating: Teen Ship(s): None Warnings: body modification, assassins Major tags: AU: Star Wars; body modification, Arc Reactor, Assassins, canon-typical violence Summary: Do you remember, back during the Clone Wars, when Kenobi and Skywalker had to stop Maul from stealing those kids Word count/format: 949

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Title: Missed You Creator(s): ruckystarnes Link: tumblr Square: B5 - Missing You Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky/Wanda Warnings: groping Major tags: heavy make-out session, groping, intimate touches, just fluff Summary: Bucky's home after a long mission. Word count/format: 568

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Title: Card Sharks Creator(s): PoliZ Link: ao3 Square: K1 - Thighs Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Steve/Natasha/Sam Warnings: gambling Major tags: Drabble, Strip Poker, Polyamory Negotiations, Pre-Slash Summary: In retrospect, Bucky realized that playing strip poker with his teammates had been a huge mistake. Word count/format: 100

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Title: Fanfic Creator(s): Metalbvcky Link: ao3 Square: C4 - Ghosting Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Steve/Bucky Warnings: Semi-Public Sex Major tags: Captain America Steve/Modern Bucky, Post Avengers 2012, Bottom Steve, Steve and the 21st Century, Sex Shop Owner Bucky Summary: Steve's sitting at the bar of a nightclub, sipping his drink, when he spots a man on the dance floor. His night turns out a little different than he expected. Word count/format: 5150

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Title: Fanfic Creator(s): Metalbvcky Link: ao3 Square: B3 - Takeout/Pizza Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Steve/Bucky Warnings: N/A Major tags: Captain America Steve/Modern Bucky, Post Avengers 2012, Bottom Steve, Steve and the 21st Century, Sex Shop Owner Bucky Summary: Steve goes to Bucky's place and they chat while eating takeout, though the food eventually goes cold due to distractions. Word count/format: 2430

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Title: Fanfic Creator(s): Metalbvcky Link: ao3 Square: C3 - Free Space Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Steve/Bucky Warnings: N/A Major tags: Captain America Steve/Modern Bucky, Post Avengers 2012, Bottom Steve, Steve and the 21st Century, Sex Shop Owner Bucky Summary: Steve and Bucky get to know each other intimately. Word count/format: 3130

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Title: Chapter Seven Creator(s): ruckystarnes Link: tumblr Square: Y1 - Smell Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes x OFC!Constance Warnings: n/a Major tags: fantasy dreaming, bickering, insinuated pining, swearing Summary: Constance wakes up with a hangover and Bucky makes her breakfast as the two try to decide how to handle what happened the night before Word count/format: 3445

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Title: Meet Me in the Pines Creator(s): ruckystarnes Link: tumblr Square: U3 - Medieval/Fantasy Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes x OFC Warnings: none Major tags: kisses, fluff Summary: Maeve gives James a note to meet her in the forest once dark has fallen. Word count/format: 2975

[munsons-maiden]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐨 (𝟑/𝟑)

Hi lovelies, thank you so much for all the feedback on the first two parts! Every single like, reblog and comment makes me incredibly happy 🖤 I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it - Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Helmut Zemo x gender neutral reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 |  ENEMIES TO LOVERS (because I’m dying for that trope  😂) You’ve been turned into the thing Helmut Zemo hates the most (sorry again for the bad summary, I didn’t want to spoiler the plot) *in my best street vendor voice*: it's got ANGST, it's got DRAMA, it’s got HUMOR, it's got STEAMY FIGHT SCENES (no smut, nothing explicit) and it's got SO. MUCH. ROMANTIC. TENSION. 😂.  

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 |  8 k  

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 |  Canon-typical violence, blood, a dash of angst but not much, a few f-bombs. Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my native language

Flashbacks are written in italics 

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡  

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝🖤

PART 1   PART 2

When the darkness receded at last and the agonizing pain in your body subsided, your eyes fluttered open to sunlight tickling your nose, little dust motes floating in the golden rays, and a warm breeze made the colourful curtains beside you rustle, carrying the laughter of children playing outside. You were lying in a bed, wrapped up in thin bedsheets despite the heat outside.

Someone called out your name, and warm hands locked themselves with yours as Sam’s face came into focus in front of you, Bucky behind him, his signature scowl etched with worry.

“You gave us a good scare, sleeping beauty”, Sam said, a soft smile dancing on his lips. “How are you feeling?”

And then, the memories hit you like a train. Walker’s decent into madness, the sting in your upper arm and the unbearable pain that followed it. The pair of hazel eyes and the horrified expression shifting into a cold determination as you’d hit the ground.

“How – how long…?”, you began, voice croaky from disuse.

“You’ve been out for three days”, Bucky said, and you gasped, before he continued.

“Where are we?”

“My sister’s house in Louisiana. Well, it was our parent’s house first, we grew up here.” So the children laughing outside were Sam’s nephews; he’d told you of his family on a few occasions, in quiet moments in the old Avengers Headquarters. And his sister Sarah – whom Karli had threatened.

“Are they alright? Did Karli –“

“Everything’s fine”, Sam interrupted and helped you sit, gently placing a glass of cold lemonade in your hands. “Drink”, he commanded, and you complied, savouring the coldness and the bitter-sweet taste of the drink.

“So…”, Bucky began, but he drifted off, obviously at al loss for words about how he could broach the subject of what had happened.

“So, I’m a super soldier”, you finished the sentence for him.

“I’m gonna kill Walker”, Bucky seethed, clenching his metal arm into a fist.

“Could you…tell me what happened?”, you hesitated. What happened with Zemo?, was what you really wanted to ask them.

Sam cleared his throat and switched a quick glance with Bucky, who stared gloomily out of the open window as if the green treetops in the garden had personally offended him.

“We heard you scream”, Sam began, “And after what happened with Lemar –“

“Walker said he was killed. That it was our fault”, you interrupted him with a frown at the memory of the pain in Walker’s grief-maddened gaze.

“He was killed while we were fighting the Flagsmashers. Walker and Lemar showed up and things went south again. I think she didn’t want to kill him”, Sam added, sadness written all over his features. “It was an accident. Walker snapped. The Flagsmashers started to run, and we thought Walker would chase them and then you screamed from somewhere in that old building. When we found you, Walker jumped out of the next window and you were unconscious on the floor and Zemo was kneeling beside you with his gun aiming at you. What the hell happened up there, Y/N? Where did Zemo come from, of all people? We thought he was gone for good when he escaped the Dora so why staying in Riga when he could grab his fancy jet and hide in one of his other fancy houses?”

There was a crack, and a sudden sting in your palm. You’d gripped the glass a little too tight, and it had broken, the cold lemonade spilling over your shirt and the bedsheets and the glass shards cutting up the skin of your palms. You stared at the blood welling up from the fresh cuts, at the shards of broken glass in your hands.

“You’ll get used to it”, Bucky mused, getting up from his chair beside your bed to grab a towel. “It’ll just take a little time”, he continued while he gently grabbed the shard from your hands and pressed the towel over your bleeding palms. “And those cuts will heal much faster now, they’ll probably be gone tomorrow.”

You still gaped at the broken pieces of glass he’d placed on the nightstand. A super soldier. You were a super soldier. Walker had taken that vial and did that to you. You could feel the sting of tears in your eyes.

“Walker’s a super soldier”, you whispered, “When Sam first went to talk to Karli and things escalated and we thought that Zemo had destroyed the last vials of serum, he didn’t. Walker was able to safe two vials – one for himself. One for Lemar. So he injected me with the last dose of the serum –“

“- so Zemo would kill you”, Bucky finished. “Because Walker blamed us all for Lemar’s death.”

You nodded. “As I said, he snapped. Honestly, I don’t even think he knew what he was doing in that moment. I think he just wanted to make somebody feel the same pain he was feeling.”

“Are you defending him?!”

“No. I hate him for what he’s done. But I also know what grief feels like. And he wasn’t exactly the most emotionally stable person before.”

“He was about to succeed”, Sam said quietly. “If Bucky and I hadn’t found you when we did, Zemo would’ve killed you.”

You opened to mouth to reply, but a woman’s voice called from downstairs, “GUYS! I need help with the spare parts for the boat! They need to be taken down from the truck!”

“I’ll go!”, Bucky jumped up immediately, nearly knocking over the chair in the process.

“Is…is Zemo back in prison?”, you asked when Bucky had left Sam and you, barely able to conceal the quiver that had stolen into your voice.

“No. He fled when he saw us, and chasing him certainly wasn’t our priority when we found you knocked out cold on the floor with the empty vial beside you. We pieced together what must’ve happened. Except for the part what Zemo was doing there, though.”

His eyes found yours, expectant, waiting for the answer you were dreading to give.

“I don’t know why he was there.” It wasn’t exactly a lie; the Baron had never told you the reason of his visit – just that he’d wanted to talk to you about something. About Sharon? Your mind was still a little hazy. “We fought.” Sort of. Apart from the weird tension between you and that one moment where you were sure Zemo was going to kiss you…there had been weapons involved, at least on your side.

“Then Walker was there. You know the rest.”

Sam sighed, and suddenly, he looked very tired.

“It was Zemo who sent the flowers, was it?”, he finally asked.

“It was one flower”, you corrected weakly, “Just the one.”

“Oh Lord.”

“And it was obviously, without a doubt, meant as a threat”, you added.

“Yeah, that’s a very plausible explanation. Since flowers are the most common death threats. I mean, bloody horse heads are one thing but if a guy sends you flowers, you know shit’s getting positively murderous.”

It has never been my intention to mock you with that flower. That’s what he’d said, and it had seemed genuine – before, seconds later, he’d used your distraction to disarm you and pin you against the wall. An easy distraction, that’s what it had been.

“Believe me, the only intention he had was playing his little mind games”, you said. Sam only huffed.

“Maybe you’re wrong, Zemo”, Bucky interrupted, “The serum never corrupted Steve.”

“Yes. But there’s never been another Steve Rogers”, the Baron answered. “Super soldiers are an abomination and Karli won’t stop. She will escalate until you kill her – or she kills you.”

Sam shook his head. “Blood isn’t always the right answer, Zemo.”

“But sometimes, it’s the only possible one.”

That’s what Zemo had said.

She’s a super soldier. She can’t be allowed to exist. The Baron’s words about Karli whispered in your mind, his deep, honeyed voice calm and reasonable.

There was a fierce determination in Sam’s eyes. “We won’t let Zemo hurt you, Y/N. Never. If we have to, we’ll kill him fist.”

“I’m not bullet proof, Sam. I bleed just like everyone else.”

But it wasn’t fear that you felt, thinking back to the look in the Baron’s hazel eyes when the serum had begun to spread through your bloodstream like poison, at the hatred and resolve flashing in his gaze as he’d gripped his gun. A strange kind of sadness seized your heart. But what, exactly, was it that you’d expected? He was a villain. A terrorist. And he’d torn your family apart. There was nothing good in him, and as much as your heart had wanted to see him as someone he clearly wasn’t, your feelings for him had never mattered, and they never would, not with the serum having changed you into the one thing Helmut Zemo hated the most, had dedicated his life to destroy.

“What if he’s right, though?”

“What do you mean?”

You faltered. “What if the serum changes me? What if it corrupts me and turns me into someone else?” When you’d confronted Zemo, when you’d told him that the serum wasn’t the reason for people to do bad things, you’d believed it. You’d believed that it wasn’t the serum but the circumstances which made people do bad things. But what if he was right?

“It won’t.” There was no doubt in Sam’s words. “I know you. The serum isn’t the reason why Karli is getting more and more violent, it’s the circumstances. It’s hopelessness and desperation and the way the world treats people like her. Violence is a choice. All that damn serum does is increase your speed and strength. But how you act, the decision you make – these choices are your own, Y/N.”

Silence settled between the two of you while you contemplated his words, interrupted only by Sam’s nephews, still laughing outside in the garden.

“They’re probably playing with the shield”, Sam mused, and you gaped at him.

“The shield? Steve’s shield?”

“Well, I think it’s my shield now, formally.” The grin that spread on your face mirrored his own as you grasped the meaning behind his words.

“I had a good talk with Bucky”, Sam announced, “And I realized a few things.”

You pulled him into another bear hug. “Should I call you Captain from now on, then?”, you jested, earning a low laugh from him.

“I mean, I’ll never be a Steve Rogers…”

“No, you won’t”, you agreed, “You’re a Sam Wilson, and that’s perfect the way it is.”

**

The next few days felt like walking through a haze. The old family house was a home – full of warmth, love, and laughter. While you waited for Karli and her Flagsmashers to make their next move, the days were spent helping the Wilson family repair the old fisher boat, side by side with the helping hands of kind neighbours and old friends of the family under the hot Louisiana sun for the first half of the day, and training with Bucky until the sun set and the cicadas’ night-time songs wafted through the sweet evening air. Your newfound strength and speed were something that would require more than a few days to get accustomed to – you’d accidentally ripped off the screen door to the veranda and had apologized to a laughing Sarah for the rest of the day for it – but it didn’t feel so unfamiliar anymore. With each passing day, you were beginning to feel like yourself again.

The nights weren’t as peaceful and fulfilling as the days drenched in sweat and sunlight and cheerful laughter. No; at first, your nights were filled the memory of searing pain, of blue liquid burning up your insides like acid, of horrid pictures of you as the serum changed your heart and soul as well as it had your body. But as the fear that it could corrupt you and change you into a monster faded with the realization that you hadn’t changed, the nightmares worsened. Horrid pictures of blood coating your own hands morphed into memories of Zemo’s hazel eyes, watching with cold detachment how his bullet hit home in your heart and the life was gushing out of you in streams of red, as red as the petals of the carnation he’d left for you at the balcony.

Each night, these nightmares left you gasping, wide awake, the sheets tangled around you like the fisher’s nets you helped mending every day, a silent scream poised on your lips. But when the sun made the morning sky blush with the announcement with another warm summer’s day, the demons of the nights vanished like mist over the water in front of the Wilson house, held at bay for another few hours, a dream chasing away the horrors of the nights. But like every dream, it was only a matter of time until reality came knocking at the door again, and this time, it came in the form of a phone call from Agent Torres. Sam’s cheerful expression had fused into one of seriousness as he ended the call.

“Karli is about to strike again. The Flagsmashers are planning to blow up the GRC headquarters in New York City.”

“Well then”, you said, already on your way to get your combat suit, casting a glance over your shoulder at the boys leaning against the kitchen counter. “Call the order, Cap.”

**

“Karli’s gone! She escaped!” That was Bucky, shouting at you via the comm device in your ear.

“Are you okay?”, you asked while you were prowling through the cellar of an abandoned construction site, the gloomy shadows suffused with the weak orange glow of overhead lights, gun at the ready. As soon as the three of you had arrived – just for Sam and Bucky to try and free the hostages the Flagsmashers had taken, while you’d set out to chase the Flagsmashers positioned in the area all around the GRC building – things had gone awry. Again.

Bucky’s voice buzzed through the comm, “Sam just saved a helicopter full of hostages and I got people out of a burning truck.”

“Yeah, go on and flex like that while I’m stumbling through a cellar in construction while missing all the action”, you quipped, sighing in relief to hear the boys were okay.

“Walker’s here”, Bucky added, his voice serious again. “Should I whip his ass for you? He even made a little DIY shield.”

“Maybe he should’ve stayed with arts and crafts from the start”, you seethed. “When he –“

“Y/N!”

You whirled around and quickly lowered your gun when you recognized the sudden voice booming through the half-light behind you, gaping at the blonde woman stepping out of the shadows.

“Was that Sharon?”, Bucky called out, obviously as surprised as you were.

“Well, just in time”, you greeted your old friend with a smile. Her teeth flashed white as she grinned back at you.

“You’re not exactly at the heart of the action”, she mused, her gaze sweeping over your surroundings. “But I heard Karli was coming this way, so I thought you could use some help with that.”

Just as Sharon had finished her sentence, a construction pipe whirred through the air towards you and Sharon, and your new super soldier reflexes reacted before you even realized what was happening, making you jump and kick the thing out of its trajectory before it could hit either of you. Faster than humanly possible.

For a few seconds, Sharon stared at you in surprise, and her eyes finally widened with realization.

“How did you get the serum?”, she inquired. There was something else in her gaze, mixing with the wonder, something you couldn’t pinpoint.

“Long story. I’ll tell you later.”

You turned towards the small figure that had emerged from the depths of the cellar, her halo of red curls illuminated by the dim lights like a crown of flames. The mask with the red handprint was dangling in her hand, a gun in the other. Assessing her more closely, you could see the traces of a fight in her split lip and the dark bruise forming on her jaw.

You raised the gun at her and lowered yourself into combat stance, Sharon mirroring the movement beside you.

“Karli”, Sharon greeted, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness. “I’d expected you much sooner.”

“I had a little run-in with the Winter Soldier.”

“He’s not the Winter Soldier anymore,” you stated, eyes narrowed in confusion about the look that passed between the two of them, guns raised, eyeing each other like two cats readying for a fight.

“We could’ve been such a good team”, Sharon mused. At first, you thought she was talking to Karli, until you realized that her calm gaze had strayed to rest on you. And when you realized that the emotion glinting in her eyes beyond the surprise, sharp as a knife’s blade, was resentment, it was already too late.

A cry of pain tore through you as Sharon’s knife lodged itself deep in your side and you sunk to the floor, blood already spilling out of the wound in warm, sticky rivulets of crimson. You gawked at Sharon with horror written over your face, before she grabbed the knife’s hilt and pulled the weapon out of your side, doubling over with pain, and the blood gushed between your hands pressing tightly against the wound to somehow slow the bleeding. Then, a memory hit you, a memory which had been overshadowed by your turn into a super soldier and now bubbled to the surface of your mind a little too late.

Your friend Sharon Carter…

Zemo had tried to warn you.

“Y/N?! Where are you? What happened?!” Bucky’s voice shouting through the comm.

“I –“ Before you could warn him, Sharon grabbed your comm and flung it away into the dark recesses of the cellar, her gun still aiming at a frozen Karli. You doubted that the rebel would help you.

“No, no, no. I can’t have our friends knowing what happened down here, how else will I get my pardon?”, Sharon drawled, the sweetness in her voice dripping with rage.

“YOU! Stay where you are, we’re not done yet”, Sharon hissed at Karli who’d tried to take a few steps towards Sharon. The girl froze mid-motion again, the gun slightly shaking in her hands. Karli was afraid of Sharon. Why?

You were still huddled on the ground, pain searing through your side, hand firmly pressing against your injury. The serum would enhance your healing process and you’d suffered enough stab wounds in your life as an Avenger to know you’d been lucky and Sharon’s blade hadn’t pierced any vital organs, but the bleeding was a problem. There wouldn’t be much time left before the dizziness of blood loss swept over you and clouded your senses.

A succession of gunshots pierced the air and made you start and when Karli crumpled to the floor with a scream of pain, slumping like a discarded doll, you thought Sharon had shot the girl – but Sharon muttered a string of curses and the gun she’d been holding clattered to the ground and slid into the darkness surrounding you, disappearing beneath a palette of bricks in a corner. Only then did you notice the blood gushing out of a bullet wound in Sharon’s hand, rivulets of red running down her arm and soaking the sleeves of her jacket as her gaze flicked toward the silhouette stepping out of the darkness a few feet away.

“It would be wise of you not to meddle in my private matters, Miss Carter.”  

The deep, honeyed voice was like a vise tightening around your heart and you glanced up to meet a pair of hazel eyes, filled with the cold resolve you’d last seen glittering in their depths, before his gaze flickered back to Sharon over the barrel of his gun. For a man on the run, his outfit still looked immaculate, his fur-collared coat billowing in the soft breeze that wafted through the maze of the construction site’s cellar, tousling his dark hair and painting shadows across his handsome features.

“Well, your private matters didn’t steal the serum from you, Baron”, Sharon spat through gritted teeth, as if the title were an insult, “So actually it’s you who’s meddling in my business.”

But you noticed the slight waver in her voice, the wheels churning in her mind to turn the tables again telling you that the gun she’d just lost was probably the only one she’d brought tonight, and from Zemo’s smug smile, you could tell that he’d noticed, too. What he didn’t see, though, was the knife Sharon clutched with her uninjured hand at her side, your blood already drying and dulling the sharp glint of the blade as her knuckles tightened around the hilt. Your instincts took over, adrenaline pushing back the pain in your side while your mind started to assess the situation.

Fighting is like chess, Natasha had always said. Just much faster. It’s not just about action and reaction, it’s about planning your next movements and being one step ahead of your opponent. Zemo was the only one who wasn’t injured already – Karli was still cowering on the ground a few feet away from you, clutching the wound in her knee where the Baron’s bullet had hit home, effectively rendering her unable to fight. Sharon’s strong hand was injured, she’d lost her gun but still had at least one knife left. And then there was Zemo, of course; uninjured, armed, and obviously ready to kill. The ferocity in his expression left no room for doubt about his intentions. You were in desperate need of a weapon.  

Fury blazed through your veins at the thought of Sharon betraying you for whatever reason. If you couldn’t run, you could at least make sure that Sharon wouldn’t, either. You gritted your teeth against the pain that was to follow and kicked, empowered by the serum coursing through your veins, your foot hitting the back of Sharon’s knee with an ugly crunching sound and she cried out as she, too, stumbled and hit the ground, seemingly unconscious for now. Quick as lightning, you wrested the knife from her hand, left her motionless form on the ground and charged at Zemo, barrelling into him faster and more forceful than you’d anticipated, again underestimating your new powers. The two of you hit the ground with a huff with you on top of him, Sharon’s knife firm in your grip while the gun slid out of his hands, but Zemo used the leverage of the fall to twist you around, switching position so your back hit the hard concrete floor, pressing the air from your lungs. He was above you now, pinning your limbs to the ground with his own body. Anger was fuelling you, spurning you on to push him off, but the energy left you with the blood pouring from the damn stab wound in your side to form a little pool beneath you, sticky and warm and seeping through the fabric of your combat suit. How long until the loss of blood would render you unconscious?

From the corner of your eye, you could see Sharon’s blonde silhouette slowly limping away from the fight and back into the darkness, probably biding her time until Zemo had finished you off himself so she wouldn’t get her own hands dirty.

“Careful, you wouldn’t want to ruin your pretty coat, Baron”, you hissed at Zemo when his eyes, darkened by the agitation of the fight, met yours, his face hovering only inches above your own.

“Your concerns for my wardrobe are endearing, Liebling, but if you don’t want to stain my coat, you should stop bleeding all over it”, he snickered. The heat of his body, pressed flush against yours, was seeping through your own clothing, and you could feel his dark chuckle reverberating through your own chest, your breath mingling with his. Both of you were panting from the exertion of the fight, and the weight of him pressing you to the ground, his scent wrapping around you and mixing with sweat and the tang of blood in the air made your head spin. Or probably it was just the blood loss. Either way, you needed an ace up your sleeve to get out of this mess. Zemo’s hands were gripping your wrists and you tried to wriggle out of his vice-like grip and put use to the blade in your hand, but his fingers tightened painfully around your bones, forcing your own hold on the knife’s hilt to loosen.

There was nothing left of the silent amusement and the smug, playful twinkle in his hazel eyes; only cold rage meeting your own glare. And with a sickening feeling in your chest, you knew that he’d adhere to his promise to eradicate all super soldiers. The hatred he felt for the thing you’d been turned into against your own will, had replaced the strange connection which had blossomed between the two of you in Madripoor and in Riga and to your surprise, that was what hurt you the most, more so even than the knowledge that you’d die.

Your mind flew back to the moment in the abandoned building, when it’d been you pressing a knife against his throat. It was then that you realized you just wouldn’t be able to hurt him. Even now, when it was him or you, you knew it in your heart that you couldn’t hurt him. So, you let go of the knife you’d been clutching like a lifeline, letting him take it and wield it against you.

The cold steel of the deadly blade made contact with the soft skin on your neck, Zemo still only inches apart from you, but his hand holding the weapon didn’t shake as he pressed it to the spot where your pulse was hammering wildly like a trapped hummingbird. And still, despite everything Helmut Zemo had done, despite everything he was about to do – you still couldn’t hate him. The only defiance you were putting up now was the one glittering in your eyes, and Zemo seemed to realize that you’d stopped fighting him. For a few heartbeats, you just stared at each other, breathless, gasping for air, tangled up together like lovers rather than enemies.

“I still don’t want to hurt you”, you whispered, momentarily stunned by your own unabashed straightforwardness.  

Then, the expression in Zemo’s eyes softened and the sharp glint of rage vanished. He blinked, and the cold sensation of the blade against your throat disappeared with the clank of metal on the ground as he let go of the knife.

The tightness of his grip around your wrists vanished but the intensity in his gaze kept pinning you in place like a deer in headlights once again. You watched as his eyes briefly travelled to your lips and he leaned towards you until the two of you were only inches apart, so close that his warm breath was fanning across your face like the softest caress, eliciting the feeling of a swarm butterflies fluttering in the cage of your chest. The moment of hesitation was only brief until finally, Zemo’s eyes fluttered close and his lips met yours, capturing them in a searing, passionate kiss that stole the breath from you and sent your stomach into the sensation of free fall. And before you could contemplate the still bleeding stab wound on your side or the traitorous act of kissing the enemy or the fact that Sharon and Karli were still somewhere in that room with you, you realized that to you, none of these things mattered. The only thing that mattered was this; his lips moving against yours, the tickle of his soft fur collar against your cheeks, the intoxication sensation of his fingers gently tangling in your hair as he found you returning the kiss, pulling you even closer against him. A soft sigh escaped Zemo’s lips, and you let the world vanish around you as every single one of your senses honed in on him, his every touch making your pulse quicken and you let yourself get lost in his kiss, his hot breath against you and your hands shot up to thread through his soft, tousled hair, doing what you should’ve done – what you’d wanted to do – in that empty old house in Riga, leaving you breathless and craving more of his kisses and the addictive sensations of his touches that left your mind dizzy and spinning.

When you shifted your weight a little to press yourself closer against his firm chest, the pain of the injury in your side flared again, and you gasped, this time in pain. Zemo pulled away, his hands moving to support your back so you wouldn’t fall back. He looked as flushed and flustered as you felt, though his eyes were frantically scanning your face for any sign that he’d done something wrong, that he’d overstepped, until his gaze flitted to the blood pooling beneath you. Worry crept into his expression.

“Apologies”, he murmured when he placed you gently on the ground and ripped away a piece of cloth from his sweatshirt to press against your injury and staunch the flow of crimson.

You winced at the pressure.

“That’s not very sterile.”

“It’s freshly laundered”, Zemo remarked, still a little breathless from the kiss you’d shared.

“But weren’t you on the run?”

“That doesn’t necessarily mean I have to avoid five-star hotels.”

In the silence that draped around you, your gaze wandered towards the slumped figure of Karli at the other side of the room, both of them still unconscious.

“I take it you’ll refrain from killing me in the future”, you assessed.

“I refrained from killing you when Walker had injected you with the serum”, Zemo said quietly. “I wanted to do it. But I couldn’t.”

“It pretty much seemed like you’d made up your mind when you were pressing a knife against my carotid artery”, you retorted, earning a soft laugh from him.

“You mean after you attacked me with your super soldier powers?” He tilted his head and offered you another of his mischievous smirk that made his eyes sparkle.

“Point taken”, you grinned. “So, what changed your mind about super soldiers?”

“Oh, it didn’t change. It only changed regarding one particular super soldier.” He leaned towards you again, closing some of the space between you before his tone turned serious. “You didn’t choose to be a super soldier. Walker forced that choice upon you, so if anyone deserves to be eradicated, it would be him. Apart from that…” he drifted off, as if carefully searching for the right words. It was the first time that Zemo, quick-witted and always ready with a clever remark, seemed actually speechless.

“Apart from me being an exceptional kisser?”, you jested, but his expression stayed serious.

“Apart from the fact that I couldn’t destroy the one thing I found I care about other than revenge after all these years. I realized that I don’t want to be the villain of your story.”

You hadn’t expected such a confession from the Baron, but it made your heart sing with happiness and you took a steadying breath to tell him about your own feelings you’d been harbouring for him –

“IS THAT ZEMO?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” The shout was disrupted by a static buzzing, but it was clearly Bucky’s voice sounding from the comm Sharon had ripped from you and thrown into some dark corner, and he was clearly annoyed. “WHATEVER YOU DO, GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE NOW, WE’RE NOT IN A FUCKING SHAKESPEARE PLAY!”

“Bucky! How much…did you hear?”, you asked cautiously, but the reply didn’t come.

“I think he knows”, Zemo commented, his wicked grin telling you that he didn’t feel sorry at all about it.

You reached out and shifted the piece of cloth he was still pressing against your side, and your eyes widened as you saw that the seams of the wound had started knitting together already, the bleeding stopped. Maybe being a super soldier wasn’t that bad, after all. It certainly had its perks.

“He’s right, though. I need to get to the GRC building as fast as possible,” you said, slowly getting back on your feet to retrieve your own gun from under the palette of bricks and grab your – miraculously still intact – comm device.

“Well, what a convenient coincident that I’ve got a car parked outside. And Sharon Carter is the Power Broker, by the way.”

**

The sleek black two-seater sports car was parked just outside the construction ground, and its headlights winked as Zemo unlocked it.

You walked around, grabbing the doorhandle of the passenger’s side – and the whole door came loose with the screech of metal ripped apart. You gaped at the loose door in your grip.

“Um. I’m sorry.”

“That one was new”, Zemo commented with a frown, and you carefully placed the car door on the pavement beside you.

“Well, it’s not as if you’ve got fifty other cars stockpiled in that gloomy little family bunker of yours in Berlin”, you retorted with a winning grin and slid into the seat, Zemo settling into the driver’s seat beside you.

“It had the potential to be a new favourite. This model is even bullet-proof –“, he argued.

The sudden cracking sound of splintering glass behind you made the two of you jolt and whirl in your seats, facing the rear window, its glass torn in the pattern of a spider’s web around a bullet hole.

“Bullet-proof”, you echoed drily. “I think they pulled you over the barrel when you bought it.”

A devilish smirk lit up Zemo’s handsome features, and your heart did a little backflip. “I never said I bought it.”

“Wait – you stole it?”

Zemo tilted his head in contemplation. “I blew up the U.N. but you draw the line at car theft?”

Another bullet hit the back of the car, and through the now torn rear window, you could make out a slim figure striding towards you, blond ponytail whipped by the wind. Sharon. Even without seeing her expression, you could feel how furious she was, marching towards your car, the limp nearly vanished from her gait and her hand – freshly bandaged – aiming a new gun at the two of you.

“I see you didn’t kill the private matters”, she called out at Zemo, “How unfortunate. Guess I’ll have to do it myself, then.”

“DRIVE!!”, you shouted just as Zemo started the ignition, and you were pushed back into your seat as the car jolted forwards with a deep purr of the engine.

A look at the road behind of you revealed five people on motorbikes following you, their black masks streaked with red.

“The Flagsmashers are back”, you said, and the car accelerated, as did your pursuers. The wind was tearing at you through the gaping hole where the passenger door was supposed to be.

“We’re not fast enough!”

“I can see that”, Zemo replied, and his calmness did nothing to quell the panic rising in your chest.

“They nearly got us!”

“I can see that, as well.”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU SO CALM?!”

“IT CERTAINLY WONT’T HELP IF WE JUST START SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER!”, Zemo finally shouted, and a bullet whirred past you, hitting the radio display at the centre console of the car. The display flickered around the bullet lodged there, and Celine Dion started blaring through the speakers at deafening volume.

“Okay, that’s it”, you grumbled against the sound of the first few lyrics of My Heart Will Go On.

“Not my playlist”, Zemo remarked with a bemused sideways glance at you, and you grabbed your gun out of its holster, the other hand grabbing the handle on the car’s roof while you leaned out of the open passenger’s side to shoot at your pursuers, ignoring the dull throb of your healing stab wound. One of them crashed from his bike; the other two started firing at you, and you could feel Zemo grabbing your waist to pull you back into the relative safety the car.

“Four left”, you panted. There was a thump from above, and Zemo and you stared at each other in astonishment.

“Please not again”, you muttered under your breath, just as metal groaned and screeched and the roof was torn away from the car as if it was made of paper-mâché, and you shrieked in horror, but your bullet hit home and the super soldier tumbled down from the back of the car and hit the road.

A hysterical giggle bubbled up your throat as you noticed Zemo’s frustrated expression at the loss of the car’s roof. “Well, cabriolets are way cooler, anyway.”, you snickered and patted his shoulder, “At least now it’s matching the missing passenger door.”

“I can’t wait to have a strong drink and a bath”, he grumbled in response, the composure of an experienced assassin embracing him like a second coat.

More gunshots were ringing through the night and the two of you ducked, the protective shield of the roof now gone and three more Flagsmashers – probably all of them super soldiers – still on your heels while Zemo was speeding towards the GCR building downtown with the calm determination of an experienced race car driver.

You tried to twist around in your seat to shoot back at the bikers, but the wind tearing at you from the missing car door made aiming backwards difficult, watering your eyes and throwing you off balance. With an annoyed huff, you finally turned around towards Zemo and eyed the considerable space between him and the steering wheel. A sly grin spreading on your lips, you pressed yourself into that gap, chest to his and the steering wheel jabbing your ribs, straddling him to face your pursuers and fired the first round of bullets over his shoulder, all the while ignoring the Baron’s surprised yelp and the motion of the car weaving from side to side.

“Damn it”, you cursed as the first string of shots missed their aim, “Eyes on the road, Zemo!”, you bellowed, aiming again. Beneath you, the Baron shifted to get a better glance at the road ahead, one of his hands slightly grabbing your waist to stabilize you as he did, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your nerves.

Your finger pulled the trigger for the next shot – and the gun let out an empty klick. Oh no. A string of curses left your lips.

“Get my gun! In my left pocket!”, Zemo yelled above the howling headwind and the Celine Dion song still blasting out of the car speakers and you complied, your hand sliding downwards across his – remarkably firm – chest, his muscles rippling under your palm as he shifted again to grant you better access to the gun. You gripped at it and Zemo jolted.

“That’s not the gun!”

Oh my. You could feel heat creep up your cheeks, glad he couldn’t see your face as his wicked laughed vibrated through your body, “Apologies, but you’re very…close.”

You slid your hand upwards and finally brushed against something cold and metallic.

“Got it!”

You tore the gun from his coat pocked and aimed anew, this time hitting your targets. They dropped from their motorbikes and you let yourself fall back into your own seat with a shaky sigh.

Zemo, eyes firmly on the road ahead and that devilish little smirk tugging at his lips, took his gun from your hand and shot the centre of the radio display, the bullet lodging beside the first, effectively silencing the tune of My Heart Will Go On.

“Next time, I’m going to pick the music”, he said.

“Y/N! Where are you?!” This time, it was Sam shouting at you through the Comm, and you placed your hand over your ear to better understand him.

“We’re on our way”, you hollered back, reading the signs above the road as they passed in a blur. “Maybe a few minutes.”

“WE? Who’s with you?”

Before you could think of the best way to reply, Bucky beat you to it. “Zemo. They tried to kill at each other and I’m pretty sure they made out while we were busy saving the day.”

“WHAT?! Buck’s joking. Tell me he’s joking.”

You bit your lip.

“Aw come on, REALLY? You’ll drag his ass back to jail when this is over!”

“We got rid of a few Flagsmashers and Karli is unconscious and injured; you shouldn’t have any problems to get and arrest her,” you switched the topic.

Zemo made a sharp turn, and the car tore up the road towards a row of skyscrapers.

“I assume it’s the one on fire”, Zemo stated drily. There were flashing blue lights ahead, a jumble of police cars, firefighter trucks and ambulances, the smoke of the burning building making you cough as you neared the scene. And there was a silhouette in the sky, soaring down, the wide span of his wings majestic against the starless, smoke-hazed night sky above the glittering city lights. Sam. The shield in his hand flashed, reminding you of the Northern Star. It was fitting.

Someone shouted, and your glance flew back down towards the road ahead – and the dark silhouette Zemo knocked down with the car with a loud rumble before he finally hit the brakes and you came to a stop.

“You hit someone,” you gasped, but were only met with a satisfied little smirk. Someone grabbed the bonnet of the sports car to help them up, and you gasped when you recognized the figure.

“You’ve hit John Walker.”

The man looked a little dazed but didn’t seem hurt.

“How careless of me”, Zemo shrugged.

Then, chaos erupted around you.

The driver’s door was ripped open, and there was Bucky, grabbing Zemo’s fur collar and dragging him out of the car with angry sparks in his eyes. You jumped up to step in, but hands grabbed you and pulled you through the open space of the missing passenger’s side door and onto the asphalt. The Dora. Your heart sank as you met Ayo’s gaze. Behind her, Sam’s silhouette landed gracefully, a limp figure in his arms. It was Karli, and she was dead.

“Sharon shot her”, he murmured into his comm, and you could barely hear him over the shouts of the people surrounding you. Your gaze kept flitting across the scene, catching a blur of dark hair and a furry white collar. Your heart sank with dread. The Dora were leading Zemo away, away from you –

“NO!”, you shouted, but Ayo’s grip on your arms was firm and unyielding and serum or no serum, you were tired and injured. “PLEASE! He – he helped!”, you tried again, tears of desperation mixing with the sweat and soot from the falling ashes around you like black snow.

“Nothing you say and nothing he could do will ever clean his hands”, Ayo said, way gentler than her grip around your upper arms. “There is nothing you can do.”

And suddenly, Sam was beside you, pulling you against him while your silent tears streaked his new suit, the stars and stripes of the legacy he’d chosen to carry on.

“Let them take him”, he said gently. “Promise that you’ll let them take me.”

And with a single sob, you finally nodded. “I promise.”

**

The days that followed the fight and Sam’s speech in front of the GRC passed like a haze. Your wound was healed, the questions answered – you didn’t tell Sam and Bucky about Sharon being the Power Broker to let them take the rest they deserved, and you didn’t tell anyone else because seeing you arrive at the scene with Helmut Zemo, your breakdown over the Dora taking him back to prison, had left a remarkable dent in your credibility in the eyes of government and the public. When it was time to go home, you went with Sam and Bucky, back to Sam’s family in Louisiana, gathering your thoughts, celebrating the repair of the family boat.

And when the sun began to set over the gentle waves and tinted the sky a beautiful red, and friends and neighbours began to dance, you quietly stood from your bench.

“What’re you up to?”, Bucky’s voice sounded from behind, his expression worried. “The party only started. If you’re looking for a dance partner –“ He winked, and you laughed.

“I’m sorry”, you said. “There’s a point on my to do list that really needs to be taken care of.”

Bucky nodded. He understood to do lists better than every other person.

“Stay safe and call us, all right?”

You gave him a nod, a smile you really meant, and vanished into the crowd.

**

Humans are the weakest point in any technical system, Bucky had once said, and turns out, he’d been right. Turns out as well that the inconspicuous old butler Oeznik was as skilled with computers and security systems as he was loyal.

“Those are some fancy slippers you’re wearing, Liebling”, you purred with a smile playing at your lips as you looked through the glass wall of his cell. Zemo had been reclining on the bed, a book in his hands and a steaming cup of tea on a table beside him. At the sound of your voice, his head snapped up and a playful smirk tugged at his lips.

You grabbed the electronic lock sealing his cell door shut and tore it off with the ease of tearing apart a piece of paper, and the glass slid open with a barely audible woosh.

Zemo made his way towards you, a glint of surprise in his face, and came to stand in front of you, tilting his head.

“Did the criminal mastermind not anticipate that I’d come and get him back?”, you teased.

“You’d made it clear on more than one occasion that you were more than ready to – how did you phase it? – drag my ass back to prison. To what do I owe the change of mind?”, he replied, that playful glint in his hazel eyes making your breath catch in your throat. He slowly raised his hands and cupped your face with a gentleness you’d have never believed him capable of a few weeks prior.  

“I found myself falling for the criminal mastermind with the pretty fur-collared coat”, you replied with quiet seriousness and this time, it was you who closed the space between the two of you, humming as he returned the kiss with so much passion and sweetness that it made your knees weak and sent your mind spinning.

“Do you really want to do this?”, he finally whispered as he broke the kiss. “You’d be a wanted criminal as well. Probably there’s a whole life on the run waiting for you if you do. I would understand if that’s not what you wanted, Liebling.”

The concern in his voice was real, and your heart soared.

“You told me there’d be luxury hotels involved in that life on the run,” you jested and took his hands in yours. “Maybe, deep down in my heart, I’m not that heroic”, you continued, returning back to your seriousness, “Maybe heroes shouldn’t fall for the villain, but here I am. If that makes me a villain as well, so be it.” You took a deep breath, and the smile he gave you lit up his features and stole your heart all over again.

“So, where would you like to go, my love?”

With a wink, you replied, “Well, Sharon got her pardon. She needs to be stopped and I’ve set my mind on dragging her traitorous ass to prison. But after that, a tropical island far away from all the drama of the world would be amazing. But first, we need to grab a pair of those fancy prison slippers for myself on the way out.”

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here's another prompt for drabble tuesday if you'd like! featuring forced proximity!! with either zemo (because i've fallen hard for him) or bucky? could be a simple locked in the closet deal, or maybe a mission gone wrong and they're stuck in close quarters until a rescue team is dispatched? it's only then that he realizes how much he's fallen for reader and tries to hide it; with feigned confidence for zemo or gruff grumpiness for bucky :)

okay since i absolutely love enabling new loves for The Men, i had to go with zemo for this one!! (but don't worry, a bucky drabble is happening as well today!!) i just had to do my part in hopefully, enhancing, your love for zemo, so i hope you enjoy this one!! i know this turned into more of a reader's pov, but i do hope you enjoy it nonetheless!! mwauh!!

pairing ~ helmut zemo x gn!reader

word count ~ 1.4k

warnings ~ fluff and awkwardness, reader is very flustered about zemo, zemo is a Cocky Man who is secretly a sap, mention of anxiety on the reader's part but nothing very specific, madeline needs to write shorter drabbles

prompt ~ trope #11: forced proximity

Click

The two of you paused instantly at the sound, both turning quickly to face the door that had now apparently been locked behind you.

You shot a hand out, grasping the door handle desperately as you pushed and pulled with as much force as you could muster, a concerned hum rumbling in your chest when the door still didn't budge.

"Allow me..." Zemo purred, the fur collar of his coat almost brushing against your cheek as he awkwardly shifted between you and the wall.

He placed his gloved hands on the door handle, noisily jostling it for a few moments before huffing. "I believe..." He sighed in defeat as his hands fell to his sides, "It is locked."

You let out a soft chuckle at his words, "I think so" You smiled as he tilted his head at you, Sam was right, he did do that a lot. "So, what's the plan?" You added. You knew you were supposed to be keeping an eye on him, you really were never even a field agent when Sam had first gotten to know you, and you definitely knew that allowing the man you were supposed to keeping under control to create a plan for escape from this room was probably not the best idea, but you really didn't mean to get locked in this small storage space in the first place, so what was another off course decision?

"My plan?" He scoffed, and the sudden sound finally allowed you to realize how close you two actually had become, his chest almost entirely pressed against yours. "I would have believed you'd know better than to allow me to come up with a plan"

The cramped quarters did nothing to conceal how your breath hitched at the crooked smirk that appeared on his features. You swallowed, trying to compose yourself and definitely not get lost in the warmth of his amber hued stare. "I mean, Sam's told me all about you, you seem pretty good at plotting." You laughed again, and just as before, his head cocked to the side as you did, his eyes narrowed, almost as if he were analyzing you, not that it would surprise you if he was.

He continued to hold your gaze, even as he lifted on of his hands towards you, his fingers nearly tracing along your side before landing on the small, black box that you had entirely forgotten was fastened to your belt. You hastily turned to look at it when you heard the soft 'beep' sound that it made once he pressed the small button on it's top.

"Oh..." You timidly replied, almost wincing at your own forgetfulness of the tracker Sharon had made sure to remind you all about before splitting up.

"That. Is my plan" He replied, his eyebrow raising, a self-satisfied smile growing on his lips.

"So, now what do we do?" If you weren't so close to him, maybe you would curl into a ball and wonder when you had forgotten how to speak to people.

"We wait" He sighed, shifting slightly closer to the door before sliding his back against the wall until he finally sat on the ground, his knees pressing almost completely against his chest in the small space.

"Don't get too excited" You quipped facetiously, mirroring his own actions as you slid down the wall opposite, making sure to shift slightly to your right as to not get tangled in his limbs.

A quiet, 'humph' escaped his lips at first before he responded, "I'll do my best" he hummed, "I've been in worse company"

You couldn't help but feel the slightest twinge of disappointment at his words, and you silently cursed yourself for allowing your facial expressions to be so open, or maybe they weren't, over your few months of knowing him, you had realized how easily he was able to pick up on your emotions. Even the slightest changes in the turn of your lips, or the smallest wrinkle in the space between your eyebrows, he was frighteningly attuned to how you were feeling most of the time. Or maybe not so frighteningly. As much as it confused you to admit, it felt nice to have someone who read you so easily, to have someone that could understand you just from looking at your features.

"I didn't- I- Not that you're bad company" He sputtered, a touch of pink crawling onto his cheeks as he clarified himself.

Was he getting flustered?

"I quite enjoy your company..." He added shyly, clearing his throat as he finally composed himself.

You had never expected to enjoy the company of a war criminal so much, but things felt so easy around him. You loved both Sam and Bucky, but sometimes, it was a little hard to simply just exist around them. When you wanted to laugh at their banter and poke fun at old memories, you knew they would always be there, and you were grateful for that, though, on nights when the chaos of the outside world seemed to seep into every corner of your mind, you found yourself gravitating to the gentle aura of the man now sitting across from you.

Some nights you would chat, talking about everything from your favorite tea's to your lives before you even knew of the existence of SHIELD.

He made it feel so easy to just, be, in a world that already had asked so much of the both of you.

You needed easy.

You loved easy.

Easy was different, much, much, more different compared to what your day to day had become, running around with a former-assassin-super-solider and a man with bionic wings.

But you liked it.

Maybe more than liked it.

And in moments when his stare lingered on you for a second longer than what was usual, when his fingers ghosted against yours as he handed you a comforting cup of his cherry blossom tea, you let your mind wander.

Maybe he liked it too.

"So you memorized 'The Little Mermaid'?" You giggled, trying to catch your breath after almost choking on the mental image of the man who originally disbanded the Avengers singing Disney soundtracks.

"I locked myself away for days schatz, the television was the only thing I had to entertain myself"

"And how old were you?"

"12..." He mumbled, a bashful blush crawling from his neck and onto his cheeks as he spoke.

You wondered when the small space had grown so hot, but as Zemo adjusted his coat to wrap around him more, you began to speculate if maybe it was just you.

Suddenly, the both of you turned towards the black tracker on your belt as the soft beeping became increasingly louder and more frequent. You sighed, a wave of displeasure washing over you at the notion that your uninterrupted time together was drawing to a close.

You groaned as you finally stood, your bones creaking and moaning with you as you adjusted to the abrupt change in position. You smiled, "This has been fun" You almost whispered, throwing your arms above your head as you stretched.

"It has..." He sighed, you could have almost sworn a flash of melancholy crossed his features as he stood with you.

Instead of a knock at the door, or the squeaking of some tool picking at the lock from the outside, you heard nothing. Not even a soft murmur of teasing from Sam could be heard from beyond the door, only a single 'pop', followed by the hushed, screeching, creaking sound of the door opening.

You could have kicked through the door, you could have thrown it open with all the force you had and ran, but you didn't, you both just waited for any sign of life from the other side, some sort of taunting from someone on the other side about your situation, but still, nothing came.

You tossed around the idea of if Zemo had done this all on purpose, if he had some secret control to the door and he had planned this all along, opening the door only when he grew tired of your conversation.

If he did, you thought, you didn't think you'd mind all that much.

You watched as his hand finally reached out toward the silver handle almost reluctantly, and your brow furrowed as you suddenly noticed an undeniably mischievous glint appear in his gaze.

"But- We can go now?" You questioned, your eyes flickering to his hand as he quietly closed the door in front of you, the dreadful click once again echoing around you.

"We can." He replied, a crooked smile growing on his features, "But they seem to be doing well without us" He slid down the wall once again, softly grunting as he made himself comfortable in the cramped corner. "It wouldn't hurt to leave them for a few more hours, yes?"

oh to be trapped in a closet with zemo for hours :'), i hope i did your request a bit of justice my friend!! or at the very least enabled your newfound love of zemo a bit more!! mwauh!! i hope you're doing so well!! as always, likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!!

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[pietros-love]

Cheater!Pietro Maximoff x gn!reader ||Angst||

Warning, TW!!: Cheating, mentions of su!cide and mentions of dr!gs

Also! @justfuckyouandleavemealone

Thank you for the amazing idea!

Finally home Y/n thought as they fumbled with their keys standing outside of their apartment door. They had a rather long and stressful day. The only thing they wanted to do now was cuddle with their boyfriend, which they had been thinking about through out the whole day. Oh and how they missed his snarky little annoying comments. In the end he always managed to make them smile with them.

"I'm on my way home Pietro!"

Was the last message Y/n had send Pietro before leaving their work place. But for some reason Pietro hadn't even read it. Usually around that time he would be spamming Y/n asking when they are coming or if he should speed over to pick them up, which Y/n always refused. They always preferred coming home and having Pietro greet them at the door. Also, with how fast Pietro went Y/n was pretty sure they would throw up on the way back home-

Like said earlier, today has been extra stressful. Y/n's boss seemed to be in a bad mood or something with how much he had bothered them today. It's not like Y/n didn't like their boss or anything like that, he just could be... Well, a little thick headed and very energy straining too. Overall, he was an okay guy. But on some days, it was just a nightmare with him. And it seemed like today was a day like that. Y/n would even have preferred to stay with Clint the entire day instead of their boss. Finally opening the door to their and Pietro's shared apartment they sighed a sigh of relief. "Pietro-" They started but noticed he wasn't even at the door greeting them. Huh weird They though. But shrugged it off, maybe he was just at the toilet? Or went out and send Y/n a message they haven't seen? Or left a note, he does that a lot too. Y/n shrugged to themselves as they slipped of their shoes and put their bag down. Making their way into the kitchen they grabbed a cup and filled it with water. Maybe Pietro was sleeping? I mean, he stayed up pretty late the last night as far as Y/n remembers. Quickly finishing their water they made their way to the bedroom. Wanting to surprise their boyfriend they tip toed through the halls. Until they finally stopped in front of the said bedroom door. "Pietroo- I'm home earlier toda-" They stopped mid-sentence. A gasp escaped their mouth. This couldn't be real could it? Hah Y/n you must me hallucinating Y/n tried choking back tears. There he was, Pietro... their boyfriend. Laying in their king sized bet. But not with them.. With someone else. Y/n's eyes were starting to fill with tears. This couldn't be true could it, must be a prank right? Jep all just a silly prank. Heh. Right on cue Pietro seemed to stir. He twisted a bit before waking up grunting and pushing of the blanket a bit. Which only showed Y/n his naked well trained stomach. That only worsened their thoughts.

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God they were a mess. Sitting in their new apartment drunk. Their head was spinning from drinking all that liquor. Maybe it was too much? Y/n sighed and gripped their pounding head. They were starting to remember it all.

"Pietro..?" They asked trying to choke back their tears. Their throat was hurting too, like someone was trying to suffocate them with a rope. "Wha- Y/n why are you home already- Don't you have a long shift today?" Pietro nervously looked around and started cursing under his breath. "I think. I think you should go Pietro.." "Y/n but- No. You should just go.." they mumbled under their breath. Pietro looked at Y/n with an unbearable expression.

After that everything went by blurry. The last thing Y/n remember from that day is. Pietro leaving with that person. And them finally breaking down after that

The following weeks went by with a flash. They hadn't heard from Pietro ever since then. It broke them, it was slowly eating them from the inside. Weren't they good enough? Did they do something wrong? Should they maybe have given him more attention..? Those thoughts were swirling through their head from time to time. It made them depressed, to the point they tried hurting themselves multiple times. And even had... Some pretty bad suicidal thoughts. Which lead them to this moment. Drunk in their new apartment, since they couldn't stand staying at their old one after what had happened..

"God what am I doing to myself.." Y/n slurred out slowly sinking deeper into their sofa. I miss him I miss him I miss him I misshim Was all that was going through their mind at the moment. God it hurts so much... They just wanted it to end. All the pain. "Pathetic aren't I? And this all over one guy.. Y/n get yourself together will you. This won't be the end... Hopefully." They kept on rambling and rambling until they eventually tired themselves out and fell asleep.

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Weeks had passed by again. Y/n was doing slightly better. They still haven't heard a word from Pietro though.. Even after all that. They couldn't help but miss him, miss all the things they did together, all those good moments they had. They kept telling everyone they were over him. But that was just a lie.. Walking down the streets on their way home. Y/n couldn't help but think of him again. He seemed to be always on his mind. Even at moments it seemed like where they had finally forgotten about him, he seemed to linger in the back of their mind. Always. Looking through the full crowds of NYC. Y/n could have sworn they saw a familiar face. The person that just passed them.. Looked like him. Their heart ached when he noticed a beautiful person who was smiling walking besides Pietro. Without thinking they turned around, but as quickly as they saw them. They were gone again. Pietro! Y/n thought while suddenly sprinting full on into the direction they saw him going. They ran and ran and ran until their legs started aching. Finally coming to a stop in a lonely alleyway. They broke together. Pietro.. Please, please just come back to me I'll do anything for you! Suddenly they felt someone place a hand on their shoulder. "Pietro..?" Y/n asked with their eyes fill of tears and a red puffy nose from crying. "Oh Y/n. I'm so sorry' A familiar voice said. Immediately recognizing it they threw themselves into the same persons arm.

"I- I just miss him so much!" "I know Y/n I know. It's all going to be alright now. Your big brother is back." One last tear escaped Y/n's eyes "Yeah... You're finally back now...

Zemo"

[averagewriter-inthedark]

The boys meeting Wade Wilson for the first time | Dysfunctional Quartet one-shot | Post TFATWS Series

Set after the events of TFATWS

Read the chapters and HCs -> Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Vigilante!reader (platonic/flirtatious), Bucky Barnes x Vigilante!reader (platonic/flirtatious), Helmut Zemo x Vigilante!reader (platonic/flirtatious)

Content Warnings: Wade Wilson (lmao) profanity, sexual innuendoes, flirtatious banter, mentions of violence and death. Fourth wall breaking | gn!reader (they/them)

Premise: Four’s a party right— well its about to meet its party crasher.

Note: this is a one shot/short imagine as part of my Dysfunctional Quartet series (masterlist above). All relationships are platonic with flirtatious tones and the ready is gender-neutral. For more background info on how the team came to be and what they are up to—read the interviews and chapters in the imagines set list.

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“NO, Wade, you cannot come—okay I’m on a big assignment at the moment and you’ll get us arrested or killed.” Y/n whisper-hisses into the phone, careful not to draw any attention to them with the others in the room. “And frankly, I’m not in the mood to go back to prison—especially since you’re the fucker that put me there,”

The man on the other end whines. “C’mon, baby cakes—,” Y/n hears a grunt from another voice and cringes—not knowing if he’s on a job…or involved in a more personal matter. “I thought we got passed that boo boo ages ago. And honestly, It’s no fair you get to go off being the hero I never saw you to be—.”

“Wow….”

“—with a bunch of tall, handsome, and emotionally distressed men, without me, wires.”

“I told your ass to stop calling me that, Pool boy.” Y/n rolls their eyes, leaning back in the chair while keeping their eyes on the multiple monitors in front of them. “What are you even doing? Are you on a job right now—,” they pause to type something on the keyboard. “Are you seriously calling me while on a job, Wade?”

Another grunt followed by a gurgle, “Whhhhaat?” Wade hums innocently while the phone starts to pick up sounds like he was running. “Of course not—I don’t mix business with pleasure, hacker jacker.” Y/n makes a sound of offense at the nickname. “Although it would be fun to if I was in the presence of those beautiful hunk of Hollywood stars you’re with—.”

“No,” they cut him off quickly. “Don’t even think about it. Okay? I’m hanging up now—.”

“Uhhh, Y/n?”

Y/n groans, “I’m kinda busy, Sam—.”

“Is that you’re friend who got you arrested hanging out the window?” Y/n spun so fast in their chair they nearly dropped the phone. They faced the group—who were all looking out a window in the living space of the hotel suit, and sure enough the one and only Wade Wilson in his red skintight ball grasping suit was hanging upside down outside, waving.

“Hi!” He shouts, still waving with his phone still on the call with Y/n next to his ear. “My names Deadpool—I’m a friend of HotWire,” he looks down at the ground before pointing at the window. “Could you let me in please? I’m starting to feel the blood descend to my brain, its gonna get a little fuzzy in a minute—and I wanna commit your faces to memory first.”

Y/n let out the most distressed, annoyed, sound they had ever let out and pushed the chair so hard from standing it fell over. Throwing the phone on the couch, Y/n passed the trio and threw open the door to the balcony. Without warning Wade, their hand grabbed him by the scruff of the suit and hauled him over the railing before taking a knife and cutting the rope holding his legs up.

Wade fell to the balcony ground with a *oof* followed by a grunt. He didn’t have time to react cause Y/n dragged him into the suite and threw him to the floor at the trios feet. “What the fuck, Wade?” They shouted, not caring the man was groaning from whatever pain he was in—waiting for the heeling factor to kick in. “I told you not to come looking for me asshole. How did you find me?”

The vigilante finally sits up, shaking his head with a crank of his neck. “Uhh,” he moans, making the three men frown with unease. “Not the type of warm welcome I was expecting, wires.” He holds up his fallen phone, letting the screen face Y/n—and the hacker curses when they see a map with a glowing red dot.

“You were fucking tracking me, Wade?” They put their hands on their hips. “Are you out of your mind—I told you I’m on government business and unless I wanna get my ass thrown back in jail, you should be on the other end of the planet away from this.” Don’t get Y/n wrong, they loved Wade and he was their best friend—pretty much family, but their luck when together was never good.

Also he was the one who dared them to hack into the White House system while crossed—which happened to coincide with an attempted kidnapping of the President.

Wade huff, and Y/n could tell he was rolling his eyes under the mask. The group watches him stand, placing his fallen Katana blades on his back before facing them. “Look, sweetums, I’m not gonna join your little expendables group you have going on here.” Y/n crosses their arms, raising a brow but he continued. “—I just wanted to see you, Y/n. I-I mean cmon its been so long and I just wanted to check in on you.”

“The last time you wanted to check in on me, Wade, we got crossed faced and played triple dog dare which ended with me in prison…..”

“……I mean yeah—but we had a good time, didn’t we?”

Y/n lets out another distressed groan, bringing their hand to their face. They think for a moment, finally turning to their companions and noticing the mixed emotions of the three men. Y/n sighs again, “Well there isn’t much to do now that you’re here—but don’t get comfy,” they warn with narrowed eyes. “—You’re not staying. And the last thing I need is Agent Rossi on my ass for having your jabbering butt plug looking self ruining this mission.”

Wade lets out an amused sigh. “Ahh I remember Cable call me that once—I miss him. I wonder how’s doing now he doesn’t have to play Thanos anymore.”

“What?” Sam finally says, looking between Y/n and Wade with a perplexed expression. “What did he—-.”

Y/n holds a hand up to stop him. “Whenever he says something, Sam, just nod like you know what he’s talking about.” They finally step back a bit away from Wade and raise one arm to introduce the mutant. “Boys, this is best friend-.”

“Best friend?” Zemo couldn’t help but repeat in a question. That was not the relationship he would’ve described the interaction he just encountered.

“Yes,” Y/n says although it sounded like they were also questioning it. “My best friend, one time fuck—sword wielding mutant, and anti heroic ‘Merc with a Mouth,’ Wade Wilson also known as Deadpool,” they smirk and add, “—and occasionally also called Thom Cruz, Deady-Pool, and Weapon Eleven, in that order.”

Wade starts bowing like he just received an award. “Oh stop it, you’re making my ego grow even more baby cakes—any more and you’ll have to start calling me Tony Stark soon.”

Y/n ignores him and introduces the boys. “Wade, this handsome hunk is Sam Wilson—formerly the Falcon and currently Captain America—pretty much Americas husband,” they point to Bucky next. “We got the lovely bionic staring machine who could pass at the terminator grandpa, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.” Bucky glares at Y/n but they continue onto Zemo. “And lastly our sugar daddy with the coins and good looks, Baron Helmut Zemo of Sokovia.”

Silence fills the space, and Y/n just looks between them all with ‘well are y’all gonna say anything?’

Shaking off the wild introduction, Sam is the first to speak. “Nice to meet you, Wade,” he says politely, looking over the man in the red suit. “Wasn’t expecting to meet you so soon. We’ve heard a lot about you.”

Wade laughs, “Oh I can imagine,” he goes to shake Sams hands. “Pleasure to meet your acquaintance Papa Doc—,” Sams brows raise in confusion while Wade continues. “—Nice to see you’ve given up on rapping and decided a more patriotic path to righteousness.” The handshake ends, leaving Sam with nothing but disorientation by the mercs words.

Sam turns to Y/n while Wade moves to Bucky, the hacker shaking their head as if to say, ‘he does this all the time. Better than to question.’

“Wow those eyes are beautiful,” Wade awes, gazing—rather sensually—into Buckys eyes. “Its like I’m being made love to by the ocean.”

“Wade,” Y/n warns, noticing the look in Buckys eyes. It was the one where he looked like he was about to punch someone.

The man doesn’t wait for Buckys response, stepping to the side to where Zemo was. Wade whistles, “Not only do you dress sugar daddy, but the sex appeal you radiate just makes me want to drop to my knees.” Y/n facepalms, but has to bite back a laugh at the look of horror on Zemos face.

Wade raises his hands as if to defend his words, “Completely the opposite of the sub energy I was getting from Goodbye Lenin, you know?”

“Uhhh, thank you?” Zemo hesitantly replies, flickering his attention to Y/n for help. The hacker steps up and pats Wade on the back, gesturing him to move away.

“Okay, Pool Boy that’s enough—you’re scaring my friends—.”

“But I thought I was your friend.” Wade pouts beneath the mask, but even the face covering seemed to move in a frown.

“You’re my best friend,” the hacker emphasized, “But you’re a pain in the ass and we gotta get to work.” The news of ‘work’ has the man bouncing on his feet.

“Oooo,” his fingers wiggle in their face, “you little goonies going on a super secret heist? Can I join?”

“No—.” Both Y/n and Bucky say, making Wade slump.

“I can be of some use, you know. I was an X-men.”

“Trainee.”

It was gonna be a long day for the dysfunctional quartet.

[loveofafangirl]

Light Up The Sky ⚡️

[Baron Zemo Masterlist] [Marvel Masterlist]

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)

Synopsis: You're fascinated by the storm developing outside but Zemo insists you wait out the storm from the safety of the house with him. *Fluff*

Word Count: <900

A/N: I wrote this yesterday, but never had a chance to post it. I hope you enjoy it. Also, I really love thunderstorms and definitely need someone to remind me not to stand in the rain where I could get struck by lightning 🙈

The room darkens around. You peer up over the top of the book you were reading. The daylight that had once flooded the space has quickly disappeared.

You close the book and open the sliding glass door of the patio to get a better look. Dark storm clouds now blanket the sky, though you still feel the heavy, humid air pressing down on you. The wind grows more powerful, rustling through the upturned leaves. You take a step out of the door, letting the warm breeze wash over you.

The first drop of rain splatters down, landing on your cheek. You close your eyes, savoring the cool drops falling on your skin. It feels good. You hope this shower will break the oppressing humidity and bring some reprieve. Before long, the heavens open up.

"Ahh!" You scream gaily, not having expected such a drastic shift. You start to jump for the door but, the water is refreshing, and you can't help but stay and let it cascade over you. Your clothes cling to you almost immediately under the downpour. The air cools with each passing second; you breathe deeply, enjoying the sweet scent of the rain-soaked earth.

A low rumble of thunder pulls you from your thoughts. The wild wind blows around you. Leaves and small branches gather on the patio.

"What are you doing?" Zemo calls, standing in the doorway. His gaze travels over you.

"It's invigorating!" You declare as if this answers his question. You toss your head back, letting the rain cover you.

A flash of lightning illuminates the sky in the distance; the thunder that follows grows louder.

"Come inside, Y/N," Zemo insists. His tone is stern, catching you by surprise. "It is not safe."

"It's fine! I counted the seconds between the strike and the thunder. It's still a safe distance away." You turn to him, hoping to win him over. You realize you never shut the door behind you. The floor beneath him is glossy with fallen rain that the whipping winds sent into the house. "Whoops."

A sheet of rain pelts your back as the storm grows more violent. Another blast of wind carries leaves tumbling into your home.

"Y/N!"

Though the cool water feels delightful, the sting of the heavy rain encourages you to follow his directions. You hop back inside, almost slipping on the pool of water. "Oof!"

Zemo catches you, wrapping you in his strong arms. "Let us get you dried off."

"Not yet." You turn back to watch the storm growing outside. A bright burst of lightning lights up the sky. Your eyes widen at the majesty of it, as you hum your appreciation.

The thunder that follows this time is much closer than the last; the storm is moving faster than you had anticipated. You watch the turbulent clouds roll across the sky.

"I think it is time that we move away from the windows," Zemo encourages. He places a guiding hand on your hip.

"It's fine!" You maintain, but his arm circles you, pulling you away, leaving no room for arguments.

"I would feel much better if I knew that you were safe away from the potential of the shattering of the glass."

You want to protest, but you love his concern and protection. You lean into him. "Okay."

Zemo leads you to the couch with him, keeping you in his arms. He doesn't care that your wet clothes are now saturating his own. He only wants you safe, and he knows the best way to do that is to keep you close. It was one of his quirks you loved most.

A strike of lightning flashes and a crash of thunder roars almost simultaneously. You instinctively jump, and your breath catches as the walls seem to rattle at the deafening sound surrounding you.

He nuzzles into you, his beard scratching lightly across the wet fabric covering your shoulder. His voice low, almost drowned out by the heavy rain beating against the house. "I thought you liked the thunderstorms and were not afraid?"

"I do. I was just startled. That's all!"

He hugs you a little closer to his chest. His brow raises challengingly. "I am not so sure of this any longer."

Thunder booms again. You can feel its reverberation to your core. Your body trembles again. "I'm not scared. It's just louder than I expected." Your gaze drifts out the window to the now violet sky peppered with flashes of lightning. "I mean, look at that...It's beautiful!"

The corner of his lip turns up as he smirks. "Yes... you are." He kisses your temple tenderly. His warm lips burn pleasantly against your cool skin.

You nudge him playfully, stirring in his lap.

"I am not letting you go until the storm it is over." Zemo holds you more securely; his lips press together in a mischievous grin. "It is for your own safety and protection, Liebling. You simply cannot be trusted."

You feign protest, trying to escape, but he holds you closer. He kisses you softly, painting a slow path across your cool, wet skin. The warmth of his breath lingers; your body shivers under his careful attention until your focus is entirely on him. The melody of the storm becomes a distant soundtrack as you relax contently into his arms.

Marvel Perma(til the end of the line): @the-soot-sprite ​​; @fandomxreaders ; @moonstuffsteve ​

Zemo tags: @montypythonsholysnail ​​ ; @killsandthrills ​​ ; @noavengers ​​ ; ​@nalabarnes1031 ; @trelaney ; @willowtheewisp ; @marchingicenotes7 ; @valquiria3000 ; @swooning-for-mc-avoy ​​​; @coffeewithoutcaffeine ; @charistory

[zemosupremo]

~Zemo Headcanons~

He might not admit it vocally, but he loves how kindhearted you are. You can still see some good in the world, and that may even rub off on him- though he’ll definitely never admit that part.

There is one reason why he insists on going to so many fancy, upperclass soirées: you. It’s another excuse to buy you expensive, beautiful clothing and accessories. He’ll try to help you put on your outfit for the evening, but brush his hands away or else you’ll end up with both of your ensembles in piles on the floor and yourselves tangled together in bed. Or let him help you and forget the evening out- ending up in bed together was likely how the evening was going to end anyway, so you’re just getting to the main act sooner rather than later.

Zemo has to hold himself back from how much he wants to kiss you. If he gave into his urges constantly, you would always be connected to each other’s lips. He loves having conversations with you, but he gets a bit lost in his imagination if he looks at your lips for too long.

He’s excited to travel the world with you. If you’ve already traveled some yourself, he’ll insist that you be his personal tour guide at the destinations you know. He’ll ask you about your memories at certain spots. The memories you make with him will be even better. If you’ve never really had the chance to travel, he’s ready to take you anywhere you want to go. His private jet is at your command. He expects for you to use it with him!

Sometimes he feels so angry at himself for wanting to die in the past. If it had happened, he would never have met you and gotten his second chance at happiness. You mean the world to him.

[swooning-for-harvey]

HERE is the link to the first chapter of my papers please Zemo x Reader fanfiction.

[kortsitron]

And they were roommates

I'm not sorry for that title, not at all. Peter here is a collage student and reader is non-Avenger. Just a little thingy, I've decided to make this headcanon platonic, so not too much romantic stuff is here. I hope you're going to enjoy it 💖

Peter Parker

Taking care of him after missions, Peter loves telling you about how they went

A lot of movie night, A LOT

Once he caught you eating ice cream in your bed at morning and asked if he could join you, now it became kind of tradition

He often comes to cuddle with you

Him murmuring Spider-Man theme song while cooking

Him asking you to help with some collage related stuff

Playing "rock, paper, scissors" to see who’s going to buy groceries

Speaking in vines to each other

"(Y/N), can you make me a sandwich?"

"Go back to sleep and starve."

"How dare you."

Neighborhoods hate both of you, because when you're in the mood for singing, you're EXTREMELY loud

Both of you trying to wake up before each other just to use shower fjrst

Steve Rogers

Don't curse when he's at house, he'll always say "Language!" whenever he would hear you

He tries to take you to run with him at morning. Once you agreed and after that very first time you've decided not to do that again, he's too fast for you

Steve often asks you to help him with understanding technology and modern slang

Listening to 40's songs, sometimes you two would dance

You might no expect it, but Steve sings while taking a shower. You heard him a couple times and sometimes you would tease him about it

Sometimes using movie lines when you to talk to him, just to hear "I understood that reference." with cute smile on his face

You wanna see Steve blush? Call him Cap or Captain, trust me, it's worth it

Telling you about the times when he was young

Always knocking before coming to your room, doesn't matter if door is closed or not

He once drew you when you were sleeping, since that day you became his model

Bucky Barnes

Bucky being a bit insecure at first

Be supportive, play with his hair, cuddle with him, comfort him after nightmares, he'll return the favor, not right away, but he will, just give him sometime

Him being really gentle with you

Eventually you'll become his comfort person and he'll spend most of his time with you (if you want to be alone, he’ll respect it)

If you're working or just doing something, he'll probably go to the room you're in just to continue what he was doing, he just want spend time with you

Asking you to explain technology to him, luckily he learns quickly

Bucky is pretty quiet and sometimes you're not able to hear him walk, so he sometimes accidentally scares you, because you'd didn't hear him coming

If you're going on your own to buy groceries, Bucky will ask you to buy him some plums. He's going to be happy if you're going to buy them

Thor Odinson

Jokingly asking him to calm down whenever you hear the thunder rumbling

Thor's Thunder jokes are great

Constantly telling him not leave Mjolnir on kitchen table, because you can't pick it up

Him telling you tales from Asgard

Beer, buy him beer, you know he loves it

Thor really likes when you braid his hair and brush it

Both of you calling his hammer Meow Meow, because you find it funny

Being in one room with Thor is not so nice when he's sleeping since he snores loudly

Him learning how to cook using thing from Midgard, he actually likes to cook when you're around, because he knows that you would help him

When it comes to Thor trying to cook, he once almost burned a pot. Nothing too bad happened, but you couldn't use that pot anymore

Loki Laufeyson

Loki doesn't care if you're his or not, he'll call you darling and dear just because he can

Reading books to you, if you want

You buying him some books

He loves when both of you are watching something and you play with his hair, he won't admit it, but you know that he loves it

You like to steal his cape when he's not home, he pretends that he doesn't know, but he knows it too well

He once caught you wearing his helmet. You thought that he's gonna be mad, but instead he adjusted it and complemented you. He doesn't mind you wearing his helmet, when he's around, he'll just tease you a bit

Loki's always going with you to buy groceries, he just doesn't want to stay alone. He always says that you won't bring all those "heavy bags" by yourself (doesn't matter if you're strong or not)

Him sometimes showing you some magic, especially when you would beg him to or when you're sad

He loves bubble baths, so if you want to take a shower or something, do it before he gets to bath, because he's not going to leave it for at least two hours

Baron Helmut Zemo

Drinking tea with Zemo and having conversations with him is great, he's a good listener

He'll never disturb your sleep, he'll be as quiet as possible near you

Buying you gifts for no reason, which makes you call him "Sugar Daddy", he doesn't minds this nickname and call your his "Sugar Baby"

Keep the house clean, okay? We don't Zemo to be mad, do we?

Feel free to come and ask him for advice whenever you need

Zemo would come to your room, when he doesn't feel well

Giving you his coat whenever you're cold or you're sad

If both of you can't sleep, he'll make you some tea and talk with you

Listening to music at evening to relax

He also comes to you to talk, when past comes to him and he just need to get everything out

[boop-le-snoot]

welcome to

⚡ Welcome to Bun's Cockstop! This is a place where I thirst over cute dirty old men! Most of my works can also be found on AO3 (here).

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⚡ masterlist below spoiler ⚡

⚡ KINKTOBER 2024 ⚡

stories marked with an asterisk* contain adult content

⚡ multichapter fics ⚡

party favours [AO3 link] | tony stark x bruce banner x stephen strange x reader ot4) | explicit | ~120k words | completed

practical alchemy [AO3 link] | witch!reader x established!ironstrange | explicit | in progress (hiatus)

black dog [AO3 link] | badass!reader x negan (twd) | explicit | in progress, 1/3 done

⚡one-shots⚡

tony stark | doll parts | skin starving | butt dial? no, booty call* | degradation* (dubcon) | teasing tony | nerd fishing* | love letter* (dd/lg) | bad day* | trust issues | stitches | sticky sweet* |

helmut zemo | marmalade taffy* |

bruce banner | emotional support nerd* | bondage* | lab delights* | spoiled | blindfolds & edging* | you've seen the butcher* |

stephen strange | dr. feelgood* (as seen on tiktok) | touch me i'm sick* | spellbound* | brat & restraints* | aftercare | mean!dom* (gender neutral reader) | inappropriate use of the eye of agamotto* | selfship drabbles - oral fixation, more horny brainrot | spitfire* | dazed & confused* | year after year | the leg thing* | hand/size kink* |

sam wilson | bad touch* | violent delights* (content warning) |

loki | if life gives you melons* | bondage* (nb reader, they/them) | snow day* (male reader)

natasha romanoff | hot wheels* |

wanda maximoff | caught |

bucky barnes | bother figure (daughter!reader) |

thor | idunn's apples | hired man* (dubcon) | beloved, bejeweled |

otto octavius / doc ock | horny headcanons* | i want to kill you like they do in the movies - part 1 - part 2* - part 3* (fin) |

steve rogers | it drives me wild* |

daryl dixon | cherry - part 1 - part 2* (coming soon) | untitled* | dirt* |

⚡ blurb series ⚡

daddy!ironstrange - daddy lessons* | part one | part two |

rickyl - part one*

[becca-e-barnes]

Miscellaneous & Multi

This is my space for characters I haven’t written for yet/ haven’t writen enough to give them their own mini-masterlist yet! Also putting my multi character fics here so I don’t have the same fic on different lists!

Reminder that while I am not strictly an 18+ account at the moment, I do not want minors or individuals without their age specified interacting with my smut. If you do, you will be ✨ blocked ✨ All multi fics will be explicit unless I state otherwise.

Helmut Zemo:

Fluff:

Good Morning, My Dove - An early morning in bed with Zemo while he gets used to bring loved again

Not Your Cross To Bear Alone - Gender Neutral! Reader struggles with the aftermath of a sexual assault

Could You Keep This For Me? - It’s your birthday and Zemo can’t give you as much attention as he promised.

Smut:

Prinzessin - You’re Zemo’s wife who’s waited for him to get out of prison. Set during FATWS

Prison Guard - Male! Reader. You’re a prison guard in The Raft. Zemo thinks you could come up with some arrangement that benefits both of you

Loki Laufeyson:

Let Me - My first Loki fic! Just some smut and aftercare

Natasha Romanoff:

Coming soon!

Sam Wilson:

Coming soon!

Miscellaneous smutty blurbs:

Lee Bodecker:

Smell So Sweet - Lee comes home from work with one thing on his mind; the sweet taste of you

Watersports Blurbs:

Watersports Mini-Masterlist - A mini-masterlist of all my watersports blurbs

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Helmut Zemo:

Looks Like Your Husband Has No Objections - You’re Zemo’s wife but Bucky has taken a shine to you. Luckily, Zemo is happy to share you for the night

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers:

My Cue To Leave (Part 1) - You’re Bucky’s girlfriend but Bucky finds out Steve has a crush on you. You decide to put an end to Steve’s dry spell together

Part 2 is still in the works!

Our Girl - Bucky has totally fallen for Steve's girlfriend but that makes living together quite difficult

Too Much - Dom! Bucky, Dom! Reader, Sub! Steve.

Lee Bodecker x Reader x Ransom Drysdale

Will We Ruin Her? - You and your boyfriend get caught making love by the town Sheriff but when Lee hears Ransom didn't make you finish, he decides to finish what Ransom started

[munsons-maiden]

𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 (𝟐/𝟐)

Thank you so much for all your lovely comments on Part 1 and I hope you enjoy the second part just as much!

- Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Helmut Zemo x gender neutral reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 |  Redamancy: A love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you.  

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 |  1.3 k  

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 |  none (maybe a little bit of angst if you squint). Sorry for any mistakes, English isn’t my first language

Flashbacks are written in italics  

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡  

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝🖤

You can read PART 1 here

Stepping out of the plane and into the grey afternoon light of Riga, the ancient buildings lining the bustling city streets like the lacy seam of a beautiful dress, should have diverted you from your racing thoughts. But Zemo’s presence as he walked beside you across the cobblestones, his coat billowing around him in the soft breeze which ruffled a few strands of his luscious dark hair, flustered you. In your mind’s eye, you could still see the intensity in his hazel eyes as he’d caught you staring, watching him sleep. But instead of making you feel as if you’d done something wrong in watching him sleep, the expression in his gaze had filled you with a strange kind of awareness, as if he’d gleaned a look right into your mind and the forbidden thoughts swirling there like feathers in a breeze. Zemo had read you like an open book.

It was all you could do now not to let your gaze stray and wander to meet his again – you could feel the intensity of these hazel eyes boring into you, knew the Baron was waiting for you to turn and look at him again. Oh, how much you wanted to give in. Though while you knew that your feelings for him were real, to Zemo, it was probably all a funny little game of cat and mouse, something to pass the time while the four of you were out and about hunting super soldiers and Flagsmashers. Nothing more. So you repressed the urge to meet his gaze and continued to focus at the plaster stones beneath your feet.

Later that day, with Sam retreated to his bedroom for a quick nap and Bucky on a walk through the city, you stood in the living room of Zemo’s townhouse, admiring the colourful windows, the way the daylight was flooding through them to paint an intricate mosaic of red and green and yellow across the stone floor, the furniture, the walls. It didn’t surprise you when you heard Zemo clear his throat behind you, a subtle way to alert you to his presence and let you know he didn’t want to startle you with his sudden appearance.

You turned to face him, only to take a surprised little step backwards – he was closer than you’d anticipated.

“It was not my intention to startle you”, Zemo mused, the whisp of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“You didn’t. I kind of expected you,” you conceded. It was the truth – a man like Helmut Zemo wouldn’t be fooled, anyway. He’d see right through your lie.

Taking him in, you couldn’t help but admire the pattern of colourful light from the windows playing on his handsome features.

“I’m sorry for watching you, back in the jet”, you said when he didn’t answer and the silence between the two of you began to feel too heavy with everything unspoken and everything you desperately wanted him to know weighing down on you.

“There’s no need for an apology”, Zemo smirked, and it was mischievous. All these forbidden feelings were fluttering anxiously in your chest, like a swarm of shimmering little hummingbirds begging to be set free. You tried to silence them, but they wouldn’t listen to the voice of reason. The heart never did.

Zemo stepped closer, and this time, you refrained from taking a step backwards. The gravity that pulled you towards him seemed to anchor you to the ground.

“I’ve taken my opportunities to watch you as well”, Zemo continued, his voice so low and raspy, like autumn winds rustling a pile of leaves, “Though I’ve come to realize that a few stolen glances won’t suffice anymore, at least on my part.”

There it was again, this flash of something other than his usual cunning, his usual amusement, glittering in his eyes as he took you in, his gaze shameless and steady as it travelled from your eyes to your lips.

“I can’t have you breaking my heart”, you whispered. What was it about Helmut Zemo that compelled you to speak the truths you were trying so hard to bury in your soul? Go, the cautious voice in your mind warned, go now and keep your distance. You cannot fall for him. Oh, but you already had, and the fall had been fast and hard.

“How could I break your heart if you haven’t even placed it in my hands yet?”, he challenged, taking another step closer to reduce the distance between the two of you.

When you didn’t reply, he carefully reached for your hand, bringing it to his lips and turning it to place a single kiss to the centre of your palm, the touch of his skin on yours as gentle as that of a butterfly’s wings. It elicited goosebumps along your arm, and made your pulse quicken in response. And all the while, his burning gaze was locked on yours.

“I could make it easier for you, perhaps, if I first gave you my own heart”, he murmured, “Will you take care of it if I would?”

Zemo was still holding your hand in his, but his grasp was soft, rather like a gentle caress, allowing you to pull away should you wish to reject him.

“In Sokovia,” he continued his musing, and his honeyed dark voice wrapped around you like the song of a siren, luring you towards him, “People believed that there were Vila in the woods. You would know them as faerie. Folktales never agreed, though, if they lead lonely souls astray from their paths in the woods, or if they helped them find the right path. So tell me, what is it you’re doing to me, Y/N? Are you leading me astray? Or are you leading me out of the woods?” Despite the tease in his tone, you could feel the sincerity of his words.

The smile that lit up your features, Zemo found, was radiant. He felt drunk with it, with the intoxicating closeness of mere inches left separating his face from yours, of your warm hand still resting in his and the feel of his skin on yours was sending sparks through his nerve endings.

“I fear I’m as lost in those woods as you are, Helmut”, you finally found the words – and the courage – to reply, “But maybe we could help each other find our way out of the woods. I will have your heart if you’ll have mine.”

It was all he’d needed to hear. Zemo leaded in to cross the last inches of distance separating the two of you and captured your lips in a kiss sweeter than any of his Turkish delight, filled with so much passion and longing that it made you gasp while your hands shot up to tangle in his dark hair. One of his hands snaked around your waist to pull you closer into the kiss as his lips moved against yours, the sigh that escaped him so pure and blissful that it made your heart sing. The swarm of hummingbirds in your chest was fluttering wildly with its melody, while his other hand travelled up the curve of your spine to comb through your hair at the base of your neck.

With this, stolen glances turned into stolen moments, fervent kisses growing more desperate, and finally, into stolen confessions of love. Another word came to your mind in these moments, so beautifully capturing the heart-lifting joy you felt when you were with Helmut Zemo, saw the tender affection for you brighten the hazel colour of his eyes whenever his gaze found yours: Redamancy – the blissful act of loving one who loves you as well, a love fully returned.

Requests are open for Zemo x reader and Laszlo Kreizler x reader 🥰

AND there’s a Zemo smut-fic coming your way next weekend 😏

[andsheloved]

Hi can you something with zemo with this quote "They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that’s true.” - Big Fish

i pretty much fell out of my chair when i got this request because zemo!!!! and big fish!!!! two of some of my most favorite things!!!! i am in love!!! thank you for this one my anonymous friend!! i hope you enjoy this one!! mwauh!!

pairing ~ helmut zemo x gn!reader

word count ~ 763

warnings ~ nothing but fluff really!!

prompt ~ quote #13: "they say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true" - big fish

How long had he been watching you? He wondered if it had been minutes, maybe hours, maybe only a few minutes, or maybe not even a single second had passed at all.

He knew it was probably only a matter of time before you finally spotted him staring at you from across the room, but it seemed he just couldn't take his eyes off of you.

In truth, it didn't seem he ever could.

Even when he knew he shouldn't be looking at you so intently, even when he knew that he would surely be berated by Sam and James for merely glancing in your direction, he just couldn't help himself.

You had came into his life with all of your light and warmth and kindness, all things he hadn't experienced in what felt like eons, and they simply expected him not to look?

He could recall your expression when you were first introduced. It was strange, he thought, how well he could remember your first encounter, because it really should have been only that, an encounter. Nothing more than an inconsequential introduction that faded into the obscurity of his memory soon after. Yet he found himself clinging to the picture of how your features turned as you smiled at him, stammering your name as you held your hand out timidly for him to shake it. In that singular moment, it almost felt as if every clock on every wall in all the world cease to tick by.

It was a simple gesture really, but it felt like so much more.

It felt like hope and possibilities and everything he had been robbed of for so long, finally reaching out for him.

He wanted to hate it, to hate you, to hate the feelings you stirred inside him that he hadn't felt in decades, but he found his resolve crumbling a little more with every smile you passed his way.

"Waiting for someone?" The soft tone of your voice felt so out of place in comparison to the pounding bass and enthused cheers that surrounded the both of you.

Zemo let out a sardonic chuckle before responding, "No one in particular, no."

He knew that you were simply just making small talk as to look less suspicious, his heart most definitely shouldn't have been racing as much as it was.

"You?" He added, leaning into your side, only so you could hear him better, no other reason. "Looking for a special someone, perhaps?"

Zemo observed your bashful smile as you looked out across the disorganized crowd of people on the lit dance floor, "Not here" You laughed.

"Why not?" He urged, half-hoping for some drawn out confession from you, though he knew he shouldn't be so optimistic, it was a childish thought really. "You never know, love can be found in even the most unexpected of places"

"You really believe that?" Your uncharacteristically pessimistic answer shocked him, and he turned to face you.

Your brow wasn't furrowed, nor did your eyes hold any sort of anger or aggression. Though you continued to stare out across the crowd, he swore he could spot the slightest glimmer of something new in your eyes, a confusing mixture of something hopeful and longing, a strange conglomeration of feelings he had begun to recognize in himself far too often recently.

"I do." He answered bluntly.

"I wouldn't have taken you for such a hopeless romantic" You smiled.

"Hopeless, no. Romantic, well, it would depend on who you ask"

He swore right then and there that he could get addicted to the sound of your laughter, it was refreshing, hearing a sound so unabashedly joyful and contented, he was almost amazed that he could have even inspired such a sound.

"You know..." He inched closer to you hesitantly, anxiously awaiting for you to recoil from him, and after a moment, you remained. "They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops..."

He paused, a gentle smile crawling onto his lips as he recalled your first meeting. He then turned his gaze to you, trying not to seem too shocked when he realized how you had now fully turned to face him.

"And let me guess..." You replied with a slight smirk, "It's all some big, phony, lie?"

"No..." Was all he managed to sputter as he stared back at you.

For a moment, there was no music, no one screaming, no one yelling at the bartender to hurry up. There wasn't any mission you two had to deal with, no Sam, no James, it was just the two of you.

"It's true."

okay so hello anon!! if you've read this far i hope you enjoyed!! and also i wanted to let you know i will indeed be turning this into a full one shot so there's that :), anyways, i hope you all enjoyed this one and are doing so well!! mwauh!!

likes, comments, and reblogs are always always appreciated!!

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