#sorry but domestic!Zemo is LIFE

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SFW (Fluff) Alphabet · Zemo

List made by @caitlinpotter || Sorry I’ve been so absent this week; I promise I have content for the weekend!

*xFemale!Reader || NSFW Alphabet ❤︎

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Quite affectionate— he loves giving you affection, and it’s all across the board with him. It can be from soft sweet touches to actual affectionate actions done for you.

Full HC list on this soon! ✧

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

Literally the best— for starters he’s super loyal, because if you’re truly friends with him he’s not giving up on you easily. Your friendship wasn’t exactly easy to get to, mostly thanks to his profession, but once you’re in, you’re in. 

100% defensive of you— anyone tries to come at you in any negative way, he’s got a comeback to absolutely destroy them. Also, having someone of his reputation around can be beneficial for when you want to be left alone, as he seems to intimidate people a little bit.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

When you cuddle him— he loves it when you just come over without saying a word and cuddle up next to him, he doesn’t ask questions he just lets you get as close and be as cute as you want. Sometimes he has to chuckle at just how physically needy you are, like absolutely burying your face against his back, nuzzling softly, with your arms around him in an attempt to get his attention / also loves waking up to you cuddled right up against him.

When he cuddles you— he can just tell when you need it, so often times he reaches out for your hands with a “come on, come here,” naturally, you give in, he pulls you into a hug, slightly rocking you back and forth. It’s a lot of soft touches and feathery kisses.

�� if you’re lying on your stomach, he’ll lie down with you. Resting his head on the small of your back, brushing his fingers across or down your back, sometimes he places soft kisses against your skin, which always gets your attention. You either: 1). turn on to your side, he hooks and arm between you legs and uses your thigh as a pillow. 2). you lay on your back, letting him rest against your stomach, gradually he makes his way up to give the corner of your lips a kiss.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?)

For sure— it’s not long before you’re practically living with him. Now that you’re in his life, he wants you around for everyday life; what is his very soon becomes yours. You picked up on it when he started to suggest “why don’t you stay here... tonight? And maybe tomorrow?” more often.

Around the house— he’s quite casual. You never feel expected to get up at a certain hour (regardless that he gets up early), you’re never expected to be downstairs and dressed immediately, it’s more of a calm atmosphere that lets you wake up. You don’t constantly have to be around each other, he knows space is important. Sometimes it’s just doing your own things in the same room in silence together. Despite the status of Baron, he behaves like your average individual around the house, he likes to do things himself.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It’s actually really hard for him— it’d have to be in person though, as hard as it would be. For starters it would take a lot for him to actually call it over, he’s extremely patient and an expert at working things out with you, because he truly doesn’t want to it end.

↳ a most likely situation for ending it would be that he can’t guarantee your safety due to whatever he’s getting himself into, and he’d rather make the call to let you go than to have no choice in truly losing you because of his own dangerous choices. 

He’d leave it open though— sitting across from him, you stay quiet after both coming to the conclusion that it’s over. However, he leaves you with: “if you ever need anything, in any way. . .” you nod, a few tears falling as you stay silent, staring forward. Coming over to you, he softly wipes a tear away, kissing your temple, whispering, “I’m sorry,” before walking away.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’s definitely committed in the relationship— ring or no ring, if you’re in a relationship with him he’s all in, not the type of person to just have a fling here and there. It’s total dedication to you, and you only. 

Considering he’s done it once before—there’s a lot of past memories surrounding the topic of marriage for him, which is why there’s probably going to be a good amount of time together before any proposal. He just wants to be sure, plus there needs to be time to talk everything out before rushing into anything. 

↳ when the time does come though, it’s a mad romantic, but personal proposal, with the most gorgeous ring in the world.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically— he’s super soft with you. He never wants to startle you, it’s always what you’re comfortable with. Touches are more than just flirtatious with him, they can be comforting, encouraging, supporting, etc. (He also knows what you’re not comfortable with as well so he can avoid it)

Emotionally— it’s a little more complicated. With your emotions he’s super gentle and understanding, always. He listens to anything and everything you say or just need to vent. He doesn’t interrupt and only gives his thoughts when you ask for them. He never intends to hurt you feeling either, he’s very careful. However, with his own emotions however, he’s a little harsher. He doesn’t really like to show any of the more complicated emotions. And doesn’t always give himself much grace for feeling certain ways, he tends to repress.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)

Only from you— he doesn’t really like other people getting friendly, unless he really really knows them, even then it’s different. He doesn’t get physical with other people unless it’s a “move— you’re in my way,” situation, but that doesn’t count as friendly.

Extremely handsy— he love to bring his arms around you, so he can completely hold you whilst hugging you. Whether it’s around your waist, shoulders, hips, etc., just depends how the hug is done. He also tends to stroke his hands when hugging you, up and down your arms, back, sides, thighs, wherever.

↳ he likes to nuzzle against your neck, during front or back hugs, with the bridge of his nose, or his lips. He also gives tender kisses while he has you so close. Not kisses with other intentions, just sweet loving kisses that make you smile. Sometimes he brings his hand under your jaw, to tilt your head just enough so he can kiss your lips.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes time, but it’s not forever— when he knows he will tell you with no hesitation. He doesn’t debate telling you or worry about it being too bold, nope, he means it when he says it and he says it when he means it.

He also says it in different ways— it’s not always “those three words,” through his gestures and other phrases you hear I love you a lot.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Not if it’s someone you’ve known before him— he’s not intimidated by pervious friendships that predate your relationship. 

When people flirt with you knowing he’s with you— he gets real jealous, real fast. Given that fancy occasions are kind of a routine thing, you’re around a lot of other people who want to flirt with you, and often do pretty openly. It’s rare that Zemo ever leaves your side, which helps, but that doesn’t stop people from trying, which he hates. Typically he just tries to keep you physically near, so he can be there to prevent it.

↳ one time he left to get you a drink and an old rival of his found you. Trying to be polite you remained in conversation, feeling fine until he caressed your shoulder. Almost immediately Zemo was back at your side. Handing you your drink civilly, with a “here you are, Darling,” he then glared at the man standing across from you. Not so subtly, Zemo slipped his arm around you, literally pushing off the unwanted hand and replacing it with his own. You leaned into him more, attempting to make a point, as Zemo continued giving a half smile half glare.

He doesn’t do much about it in aftermath— he’ll calmly admit to you that he was jealous, but he also gets you with “I understand why people want to talk, flirt, and be with you,” he shrugs, “you’re beautiful, they’d have to be blind not to see that, but yes,” he tilts his head, “but. . . I have to admit, there’s part of me that wants that only to myself, of course.” It makes you smile how calm he tries to keep himself, despite the frustration. It’s usually you who actually does anything after these type of conversations though.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Lightly running fingers up your neck— when he’s kissing you, he traces his fingers slowly up the side of your neck, until he reaches your jaw, there he strokes his thumb across your jawline.

Holding your hand— sometimes when you’re flirting with him, you like to get as close as possible without touching, he knows the game and subtly slips his fingers between yours, then he goes in for the kiss. He can feel your smile and your hands hold his tighter as you give in.

Hand kisses— he gives these whenever, wherever, and however often he can. It’s a cute way of showing affection in a very classy way. He uses them as hello / goodbye greetings, although typically you require more than a kiss on the hand for saying goodbye.

Soft, but turns into more— it starts out as a super sweet gentle kiss, but slowly you can feel it deepen, to which you usually break the kiss with a smile, “Helmut,” you laugh, holding onto his arms around you, as he moves his mouth to your neck, “I don’t have time for this,” you try to stop giggling.

As for himself— he loves the taste of you lips, so every time you kiss him, he adores it. However, there is a sweet spot at the base of his neck, that when you kiss there makes him stop mid sentence.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Fantastic— he’s actually perfect with kids. Maybe it’s past experience that plays into it, but he’s so sweet with kids. When they accidentally run into him, he gives a “be careful, little one,” before stepping out of their way. Something you’ve noticed is that he talks to them like they’re little adults, which is adorable.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Staying in bed— one way or another one of you convinces the other to stay in bed. Sometimes it’s him asking you to stay just a little bit longer, when you can’t, he understands and watches you get dressed, asking what your day looks like. / Other times it’s you compelling him that it’d be more fun to stay and cuddle with you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Relaxing— it’s a calm, safe, and warm environment when you can both just relax from the day in each other’s arms. Sometimes you’ll lean back against him and ask what he’s reading, when he says Machiavelli, you smile and get cozy, “perfect, that sends me right off,” you close your eyes as he begins to read aloud.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s not an open book— there’s a lot of history with him, some good, but also some bad. Even before the whole campaign to end Super Soldiers, he has a bit of a shady past, with his own military exploits. Some he’s made amends with, others he hasn’t.

Depends how much you already know— if you already know a good amount about him, 1). he’ll ask to even the playing field, so he can know you equally as well 2). he doesn’t mind you asking questions since you’re already aware of his general history.

Surface level stuff— interests, fascinations, favourite this-or-thats, he’s pretty open about though! He doesn’t mind sharing or talking about any of the casual topics about himself, it’s just the more personal stuff that takes time.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s extremely patient— The only way you would know is by a facial expression. His looks give him away more than his words or attitude does.  

↳ if you’re not getting along, he’s the first to apologise, and it’s not an “I’m sorry” end of conversation apology. It’s a well thought out apology, because you don’t argue about the little stuff, it’d have to be something big to get you at odds for a while.

Silently frustrated— even if he gets mad, he keeps his cool in circumstances. Never raises his voice, his tone just gets a little deeper.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything— seriously, he does not forget anything. You’re his number one priority, so of course he pays attention. Even if there’s something you just mention at random, he’ll remember it. Say you mention how you used to have/like/want something, there’s a good chance it’s showing up again.

He also asks— he’s genuinely curious about you and wants to know as much as he can about the person he’s in love with. So, he loves childhood stories, random details, and little quirks about you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The moment you said those three words— when you know everything about him, his past, his lifestyle, and you still decided to say I love you. And you still standing by it even though it meant waiting for him.

He also loves remembering the first time he saw you— he says he could never forget it, it was like a divine beauty just walked in.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Veryyy— he’s extremely protective of you, but not overbearing, he’s good a being distantly or subtly protective. In other words in public / at events / new places he keeps an eye on you, even if it’s from a distance.

He will literally do anything— there’s no limit with how far he’d go to protect you from anything or anyone, even if he knows he’s outmatched, he’ll find a way.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates— he puts a lot of effort into them, mainly trying to make it a perfect yet comfortable setting. So if you like quiet restaurants, that’s what he’ll find. If you like outdoors, he’ll find a stunning walkthrough garden, etc.

Celebrations— it’s always extravagant and grand and beautiful whenever you’re celebrating anything with him. He wants you to feel like the royalty he believes you are.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

How easy criminal life is for him lol— you love the fact that he surprised you with a real classic art piece for your birthday, but the exact details on how he got it isn’t as pretty. You frequently ask if there’s any other way he could make a living.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not vain— despite the fancy and classy lifestyle, he’s never thought himself as an individual of great beauty. He likes beautiful things, which is why he says he was so attracted to you, but personally he doesn’t think much of himself.

He cares though— it’s not like he doesn’t care whatsoever, which is why he’ll usually ask you “what do you think of this?” in regards to fashion. He wants to look nice for you, and he knows how to do that. But he’s not the guy to check himself in the mirror, or constantly fret about his looks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He doesn’t need a relationship— but that’s what makes your so special. Since he’s not the type to just constantly need someone to feel complete, the fact that he does need you make you and your relationship all the more important to him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He can crash literally anywhere— you’ve found him on the couch, on the floor, in a chair, and you have no idea why it’s a habit of his, but it is! And you have definitely addressed him about it before.

↳ walking in to his study, you found him asleep on the floor between the couch and coffee table, shaking your head and crouching down, you woke him up. Looking up to you, you asked, “Helmut, why are you sleeping on the floor?” / “Hmm- wh- I’m not on the floor, you’re on the floor,” he states sitting up, brining you into a hug with him.

[leftperfectionmoon]

⚠️ includes the falcon and the winter soldier spoilers ⚠️

TFATWS Live Blogging

okay so i really feel bad for john rn (but still i hate him)

"I'M NOT LIKE YOU" i no longer feel bad for this asshole

i'm honestly scared by the way that shield looks now

john give that shield back to sam or i'mma smack you real hard bitch

BITCH DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH SAM

someone please kill john i'm begging

this reminds me of the civil war except I WASN'T SCARED WHILE WATCHING IT

JOHN IS A KILLER HE WAS GOING TO KILL SAM HE'S A KILLER

I'M SCARED

SAM 🤧

seeing torres after this makes me feel a little better

TORRES YOU HUGE FLOOFBALL

"keep them" *insert sad cat meme*

the nerve of this— STOP SAYING YOU'RE CAPTAIN AMERICA YOU'RE NOT

the people who made him that are equally responsible for this

"they do not know what it takes to be captain america" AND YOU DO?????

dude get some therapy

"Val"?? who is she????

I'M SCARED

shit zemo

oh thank goodness

okay I think bucky did the right thing

so this may not be the right time to say this but I SHIP BUCKY X AYO SO HARD

yess isaiah

marvel 👏🏼 is 👏🏼 touching 👏🏼 great 👏🏼 topics 👏🏼

isaiah deserves better that was dark okay

this is so awful BITCH I NEED A HUG

"puppy dog in the rain" uwu

SAM IS LITERALLY THE MOST ADORABLE HUMAN BEING ON THIS PLANET HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE

i love seeing domestic sam

yeaaaahhhhhh buck's back

are those the falcon wings?

sam and bucky are sooooooooooo adorable I can't even—

omg is this what i think is going on XD

"i'm bucky" = joey tribbiani's "how you doin" you can't convince me otherwise

sam's face, bucky's face and sarah's face after that interaction is what i live for

sam and bucky are walking memes

SAM IN THAT RED T-SHIRT 🥵

marvel's reading some serious fanfictions

john's feeding lies to lemar's parents 🔫 they think he's a saint

lemar died saving his ass and this bitch didn't even tell him that he took the serum

soft bucky smiling at sam's nephews please my heart

someone hug bucky please

"u gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are" YASS KING

SAM'S TALK WAS BETTER THAN BUCKY'S THERAPIST'S LET THAT SINK

this episode is giving me the peace that i need

give sam a hug or i will lose it istg

end credits music but sam training *chef's kiss*

oh it's the french dude from the first episode

seriously?! oh wait that's right how dare marvel give some damn peace.

also sharon was talking to a french guy on her call?? i'm sorry?!? what am i supposed to make of that?

edit

AND NOW THEY'RE GIVING AN END CREDIT SCENE

for a sec i thought it's tony building iron man sound

WHAT IS THIS 5 MINUTES CRAFTS FUCKERY GET A LIFE WALKER

[valwentinefics]

Hello!! May I request a Helmut Zemo x Reader where he comforts them from a really bad nightmare? Maybe he whispers sweet phrases to them in his native language? The reader can be female or gender neutral, whichever one you feel most comfortable with!

A/n: Thanks for the request I loved writing it, we need more soft Zemo in our lives. I did she/her pronouns because I feel more comfortable writing it (despite preferring they/them myself like what’s up with that??) I hope you’re fine with the addition of a lullaby at the end I just couldn’t help myself.

I never will be far away - Zemo x F!Reader

German is being used as Sokovian, translations are in the text. The song is Lullaby by Billy Joel.

Thank you to @grazessa for translation help!

The soft moonlight shone onto Y/n’s face as she awoke with a gasp, sitting up with heaving breaths. Her mind was filled with thoughts of her nightmare as she sat in the silent bedroom, the darkness consuming nearly everything but the body of her husband beside her. She brought her knees to her chest and buried her face in them, the tears flowing from her eyes easily as her muffled sobs filled the once quiet room. She didn’t notice the soft sound of sheets rustling as her husband Helmut Zemo awoke beside her, his soft brown eyes looking at her with concern as she cried into her hands.

Zemo sat up, reaching out his hand and placing it on her back, gently rubbing circles into it with his thumb. “Liebling (darling), what’s wrong?” He asked softly, his voice raspy and accent thick from just waking it.

 “It’s nothing important Helmut, go back to sleep, I’m sorry I woke you.” Y/n sniffled. 

“Hey, hey.” He said softly, grabbing Y/n’s hands gently and holding them in his own large warm ones. It was surprising how a man who had killed so many and ruined countless lives could be this soft and warm. “If it’s bothering you it’s important. Please, I want to help you through this, I don’t like seeing you upset.” 

Y/n let out a shuddering breath. “I’m just… I can’t bear the thought of you going back to prison. Every moment without you was painful, I felt as if I was suffocating on my own loneliness, and then I just had a nightmare of you being taken away from me again.” She clung onto Zemo, burying her face into his neck as sobs racked her body. He held her close silently, rocking her ever so slightly as his one hand played with the ends of her hair, the other rubbing her back soothingly.

“Schatz (sweetheart), I cannot promise I won’t be forced to leave you again, but I’ll do everything within my power to get back to you. You’re my wife, my true love, and it pains me to be away from you as much as it pains you.” He mumbled, eyes filling with tears. He wished to give her a better life. One where they could live in domestic bliss without the fear of the Dora or the government coming after him. A life where they could have a son and daughter running around cheerfully, lighting up rooms with their smiles. That was the kind of life Y/n deserved and it shattered Zemo’s heart that he wouldn’t be able to give her it. 

“I wish things were different Schatz (sweetheart), I wish I could give you the peaceful life you deserve, but what I can do is cherish and protect you and pray that is enough, that I am enough.” He continued.

Y/n lifted her head out of the crook of his neck, pressing her forehead against his. “That is enough Helmut, you are enough. I just can’t stand to lose you a second time.”

“Liebling (darling), I will fight my way through anything to see you. I promise you darling, even if I am taken, I will never be far away.” He said, cupping her cheeks. “Now get some rest meine Liebe (my love), and sleep well knowing I won’t leave your side.”

Y/n gave him a sleepy nod, shuffling under the covers, the tears no longer falling down her face.  Zemo sat beside her as she closed her eyes, his hands running through her hair while he began to softly sing. His voice wasn’t perfect and melodic, but to Y/n it was home, and led her to a peaceful sleep easily. 

“Goodnight, my angel, time to close your eyes, And save these questions for another day. I think I know what you've been asking me, I think you know what I've been trying to say. I promised I would never leave you, Then you should always know, Wherever you may go, no matter where you are, I never will be far away.” 

Zemo paused as he heard the gentle snoring come from his wife’s sleeping body. “Schatz, du schaffst es irgendwie, schön auszusehen, selbst wenn du im Mondlicht schläfst. Ich verspreche dir von ganzem Herzen, dass ich dich niemals verlassen werde, egal was uns im Weg steht. Ich werde immer zurückkommen, meine Liebe, du bist mein Licht, meine Luft, mein Herz.” (Honey, you somehow manage to look beautiful even when you sleep in the moonlight. I promise you with all my heart that I will never leave you no matter what stands in our way. I will always come back, my love, you are my light, my air, my heart.)

He gently pressed his lips against Y/n’s head, vowing to himself he would do everything in his power to give Y/n the life she deserved, free of turmoil and strife. A life where they could grow old together without fear of him dying or being taken away. A life of domestic bliss.

[zemossunshine]

Sunshine Chapter 5

This is a dark fanfic!

Pairings: Zemo x You  Bucky x You

Summary: Falling in love with a villain. This will start sweet and then go very dark.

Tags: Explicit. Mature. Not for minors. Dark. Angst. Knife play. Depression. Suicidal thoughts. Self Harm . Vomiting. Nightmares. Sleepwalking. Torture. Smut. Broken Bones. Blood. Injury. Violence. Rough Sex. Rape. Kidnapping. Spanking. Unhealthy Relationships. Mental Health Issues. Anal Sex. Orgasm Delay. Fear. Blow Jobs. Sexual Violence. Suicide Attempt. Reference To Domestic Violence. Sleepwalking. Memory Loss. Gen Violence. Threats. Manipulation. Manipulative Relationship. Murder. Death. Loss Of Parents. Implied Alcohol Abuse. Threats Of Rape. Non Consensual Drug Use. Emotional Manipulation. Gaslighting.

Warnings for this chapter: Mentions of past torture

Something about you, makes me feel like a dangerous woman. Something about you, makes me want to do things, that I shouldn't. Lyrics owned by Ariana Grande.

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One Month Later

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Zemo was regularly helping with missions now, he practically worked here. He could just see things that no one else here could, that’s what you get for studying Hydra, or being Sokovian intelligence, you weren't really sure. He was only allowed to look at any outside information with you and only in the confines of his room. Watching him work, was fascinating, his eyes moved rapidly across the words and his lips curled every few seconds. You loved watching him do this, it was one of your favourite things to do. Zemo handed a guard the tablet and turned to you.

“I want to hypnotise you.”

“Let's do it.” You even jumped up off the bed, excited. It was something new and life was pretty boring around here. Zemo frowned, he didn't expect your reaction. You rushed back to the bed and gave him a gentle push, you needed to lie down. You wiggled yourself into his bed, you wanted to be comfortable. You were beaming and closed your eyes. You were thrilled at the prospect of sleeping and getting paid for it. You heard a static in the air and a booming voice, it was Ross.

“No.”

“Ross, you believe this man can break me? I'll work unpaid for a year.” You were confident, Zemo couldn't do this, Ross knew that too. You were leaning back on your arms slightly sat up. Zemo walked over and was towering over you.

“You don't believe this will work.” There was something in his eyes, like a hawk watching prey, this was a game.

“You do?” You were laughing. There was no reply from Ross, you wondered if he got a fresh coffee before he sat down to watch this. You settled back. Placed your hands over your stomach and closed your eyes. The glass slid shut but remained clear.

Zemo sat next to the bed, his head near yours, he reached up and placed his hands over yours. You heard a guard shift. They were nervous for you; you giggled and rolled your eyes even though your eyes were closed. They had seen Zemo touch you several times, obviously this was different for them. Zemo clutched your hands briefly, he wanted your attention.

“Breathe.” He whispered and you did, you steadied your pace but you were still smiling.

“Relax.” He continued. You were relaxed, but you tried to let this wash over your body. You dropped your smile.

“Go to a safe place.” Zemo breathed over your face. You were in a safe place; his voice had always been calming. This reminded you of the times, he would just read his books to you. Zemo kept talking, you weren’t concentrating on the words, but the sedative tone of his voice, you were sure you would fall asleep. You could feel a strange relief over you. Like everything was melting away. It was almost serene. You felt like you were falling through the bed. But your mind was still with Zemo, you knew where you were. You just wanted to hear him talk. You estimated it had been an hour, you sat up and smiled at Zemo looking into his eyes. He wasn't angry or upset, not even surprised.

“Sorry.” You shrugged. The glass door slid open, which wasn’t unusual, some guards could open it for food, though most just slid it through the slot. It was Bucky, you were distracted, it took you a moment to recognise it was him. Zemo was still looking at you.

“Good evening James.” Zemo smirked at you stood up and turned to Bucky.

“Hey.” You wore a smile you were sure was reserved for Bucky. You got up and stepped just beyond the door. Zemo didn't follow you. Bucky grabbed your head and kissed your forehead. Possessive. He never done that in front of guards before, or Ross, who you knew was still watching, or Zemo.

“Could you give us a minute?” Bucky gestured to Zemo.

“What for?” You batted your eyelashes at him. Zemo and Bucky turned all of their focus to you. They were both staring you down, they both knew you would feel uncomfortable enough to leave. You touched the watch so the glass door shut between Bucky and Zemo. You trusted them both, but you weren't taking any chances. You walked off, far enough to not eavesdrop. You rushed back after giving what you considered a generous amount of time. Bucky wasn't there, Zemo was still in the same place. You looked at him pleading. Tell me.

“If James wanted you to hear that Sunshine, you would have heard it.”

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Bucky didn't say much when you spoke about your days, or more specifically about Zemo. You thought as long as Zemo was here, Bucky could make peace with that, Bucky decided to trust your judgement, finally. Or it was another lie you told yourself. It was probably more to do with that little chat they had. You and Bucky didn’t argue again. You would never see eye to eye. You could live with that. There were very few people who agreed with your world view. In fact you couldn't think of anyone who did.

“Quick let's go.” You ran up to Zemo and he jumped up, the chain formed between you both. You were dragging him down a new hallway. He knew he could come here, but he never asked. As you got closer to the intended destination, you placed a finger over your lips. You turned the corner of the gym and you pulled Zemo into a tiny empty closet. You had no idea what it was for, you didn’t care, you knew you had to hide and there was a small window. You pushed yourself flush against him and attempted to pull the door closed behind you, with one arm. The door wouldn't close, Zemo whipped you around, using his free arm, he placed his arm across your waist and pulled you back into him. You used your foot to close the door. You released yourself from Zemo’s grip and turned to face him. You could see a glint in his eyes, a rush of healthy adrenaline can be good every now and then. You pointed to the window and nodded. Zemo looked at you playfully and looked through. Bucky was doing press ups; you watched the sweat fall off him. You thought you were sweating, you were suddenly hot, very hot. Zemo smirked down at you.

“I know you appreciate art Zemo.” Zemo was the only fun you both got around here. You both watched Bucky for a few minutes. Watching his muscles shift under his skin, uncoiled something in you. You could feel damp in your underwear. You were breathing heavier, you were lost watching Bucky. Zemo sighed.

“Well, at least I imagine the sex is fantastic.”

“I imagine it is too.” Shit. You still hadn't realised you said it out loud, until you felt a heat rise on your cheeks. You weren't thinking, you were distracted. You turned to face Zemo, you would have to address what you just said at some point, might as well do it while you are already red in the face. He looked to Bucky and then your face, back to Bucky and then your face. You were grimacing. Not because of Zemo, but because you revealed a secret, that wasn’t entirely yours. You sighed.

“He is from a different time, different morals, stupid morals.” There was a slight disdain in your voice.

“Is James waiting for marriage?”

“Or my death.” You didn’t mean it but Zemo knew now, you might as well let it all out, you hadn't spoken to anyone else about this.

“Sunshine, I’m sure given the right circumstances-“ Zemo’s voice was soft. You shook your head, you knew you wouldn't push Bucky, you couldn't.

“I wouldn't want to put him in a position where he feels he didn't have a choice. That’s the second time you have called me Sunshine.” Your voice went up.

“You are Sunshine, especially to the prisoners here.” Zemo smiled at you. You squirmed, you didn’t like to call them that. You knew they were and they couldn’t leave. You just didn’t like the word. Zemo didn't flinch at your reaction, he must have known it wasn’t about the nickname.

--

Later That Day

“You haven't actually managed to cook anything in all the time we have been in the kitchen. I imagine you will be a wife one day you need to learn how to cook at least one decent meal.” Zemo’s voice was soft, light, almost happy. Zemo could be sweet, when he wanted to be. You set off for the kitchen, the glass door wouldn't open, you tapped your watch to the door again. Bucky came into view, you smiled, he used his metal arm to open the door, effortlessly. He sat back down at the table. You pulled your arm behind you, you wanted to make sure Zemo stayed there. You walked over to Bucky slowly. You didn’t want to push Zemo on him.

“Is this ok?” You were entirely focused on Bucky’s face, you needed to be sure. Bucky rested a hand on your face and pulled you down to kiss your nose.

“James what would you like to eat?” Zemo moved to stand next to you now. Bucky didn't move his eyes from you.

“Anything.” Bucky flashed that charming smile at you. he knew what it did to you. Really? At work? Zemo felt like a tornado in the kitchen, usually because you were trying to keep up with someone who clearly knew what they were doing. And embarrassingly knew where everything was, you still didn't. Zemo didn't mean it, but you tripped over your feet a few times and winced when he absent-mindedly pulled the cuffs a touch too hard reaching for something.

Bucky stood up and glared at Zemo, it wasn't menacing, but it’s a look you hadn't seen him wear before. You inhaled sharply. He stalked towards you both. You didn't want to move. Nothing had happened but something was wrong. Bucky’s eyes didn't move from Zemo. Zemo was giving him his signature cold stare back, the one that you couldn't get out from. Bucky stopped in front of you, reached down and crushed the chain that linked you with Zemo. You were prepared to take the risk. Zemo had changed, you no longer feared he would harm himself; he was in the kitchen often, surrounded by knives, multiple ways to hurt himself, he hadn't tried anything. Zemo was helpful now, useful, he was enjoying things again. Not quite glowing, but the black cloud that drained him was gone. The lies I tell myself. Ross must have agreed as no shock came from the watch. Zemo made lasagna and Bucky ate it all.

Ross didn't bother to fix the chain after that. Zemo never left your side and always held your hand. He didn’t hurt anyone or himself, he had plenty of opportunity, he did everything he asked and helped more and more with Ross everyday, even on things that didn’t involve the Avenger’s. Zemo even helped you do laundry once, after asking where the staff were, you had to remind him that you were the staff. Zemo understood the rules and respected them. Every time you changed his watch for an upgrade you watched his face intently. He never made any move to run, to attack you, to grab a gun from a guard.

--

Two Weeks Later

“Will you train me?” You were in the gym with Zemo. He didn’t ask for this, this was something you needed. You picked up three knives and pulled the one from your waistband. You knew you could trust him.

“James hasn't?”

“Bucky’s hardly here.” You heard the sadness in your voice. Being an Avenger left no room for a personal life.

“James is quite talented with these.” A smirk was plastered on Zemo's face. You threw two over to him and he caught them without looking. This is going to be fun. You rolled your neck and stretched out your arms. You pulled your phone out and put your playlist on low. You didn't want to walk around with sweat sticking to you all day so you decided to take your top off. You had your sports bra on underneath. You heard a metallic sound hit the floor. Zemo dropped the knives.

“What is that?” Zemo's voice was cold. He was pointing to your stomach, you had forgotten, like so many times before. It was a part of you and didn't bother you, sometimes you forgot it might bother someone else. Your stomach was covered in what appeared to be a very large burn, but it wasn’t. It was several scars, burns, bullet wounds all merged into one, grotesquely. It extended from your rib cage down to your hip bones.

“That is Hydra.” You waved your hand in front of your stomach. It was enough of an explanation. Zemo knew Hydra, he knew what they were capable of. Zemo turned away from you.

“Is there anything Hydra doesn't have to answer for?” Zemo spat. You had never seen him angry before. He was always polite, courteous, even playful.

“Zemo it's fine, come on.” You held up your knives ready. Zemo turned to look at you but didn't make any move to pick the knives up. He gave you that cold look. The one that put you in your place, demanded an answer. You had to respond, you simply had to. He hadn't used that look on you for a while, you shot him a warning look back, you knew it wouldn't effect him, but he softened immediately. You knew Ross wanted him to work with everyone eventually. Zemo would never leave the Raft but he would have some sense of freedom. You wondered if you could convince Fury. If Zemo worked here, then he would read your file, so one day he would know. You gestured for you both to sit on the mat.

“When I was seven, I was given to Hydra. I don't know why or what for, but it happened and they were amazing to me, I never wanted for anything. I was dressed in pretty dresses every day. I rode horses, we went on holidays, travelled the world, it was picturesque. It was beautiful, I was treated like a princess.” You emphasised the last word, Zemo was Royalty you needed him to understand you meant it. You needed him to understand that the men weren't as bad as the rest of the story.

“And then one day they weren't, it was slow and it wasn't every day, it was random. I imagine to keep me scared, or to make me think I was losing my mind. Over time, they groomed me, abused me, tortured me, even did some of the things you told me about.” You were still smiling, you showed him the scars under your nails. Zemo didn't react, which meant he had noticed them before, just too polite to ask.

“And then I was rescued.” Fury flashed through your mind and you blinked a few times. You would repay him an anyway you could.

“James.” Zemo whispered.

“He knows.” You nodded.

“No, was it the same-“

“Brainwashed? I guess in a way I was, I could have left, well on some days I could have but I had nowhere to go. Towards the end they tried some of same things as Bucky, not for very long. I guess if I wasn’t rescued, they would have succeeded. But it’s how I know you couldn't hypnotise me; my mind wouldn't have allowed it.” You were giggling at the memory of Zemo failing to hypnotise you and nudged his shoulder.

“Did Hydra give you the serum?” Zemo looked haunted, another look you hadn't seen for a while.

“No, I don't know what they were trying to do, but it wasn’t that.” You looked at Zemo, he went to stay something but closed his mouth, you waited, you knew he would have more questions.

“I read the Hydra files, I didn't come across anything in regards to kidnapping children.” Zemo looked deep in thought, like the Hydra files were in front of him and he was searching through them.

“I said given Zemo, my parents believed in Hydra. They weren't beaten, manipulated, coerced, tortured, abused, they weren't even paid. It's the path they chose for me.” Your voice was steady, you weren't upset, it’s just what happened. You knew Zemo was a parent, which explained the horror plastered across his face.

“Are you sure you want to do this, it might remind you of-“ Zemo’s voice was soft again.

“The mind is a beautiful thing Zemo, some of us are haunted by our memories, even in our dreams-” Bucky fluttered into your mind, you knew Zemo had nightmares too but now wasn’t the time. “Others aren't. I don't remember it, not the bad parts. I read about what happened to me, I read it all several times. What happened to me, it's just words in a file."

“You must have known something was wrong?” Zemo was referring to your gut instinct.

“Yes, but I didn't understand it, I was too young. If anything, I was scared of the constant red I could feel.” You frowned, you had that feeling around your parents too. You just couldn’t understand why.

“Are you afraid of anything now?” It was an odd question, then you realised he was trying to see if you did have any memories, lying under the surface. You would fear something but not quite understand why.

“Things worth fearing.” You didn't want to say no, because you did have fears, just nothing specific.

“Such as?” Zemo smiled softly at you.

“Wanda.” You didn't mean it with any malice, You thought everyone was scared of her. And you thought everyone should be.

“What can Wanda do?” Zemo was trying to gauge if Wanda reminded you of your time with Hydra.

“I’m not sure there is anything she can’t do; she is still discovering herself. I know she can build fear, manipulate your mind, read your intentions, move objects, take your memories, give you new ones, trap you in a false reality.” You knew there was more but you couldn't quite remember everything she could do.

“Did Wanda take your memories?” Zemo was eyeing you curiously.

“No, she couldn't do that back then.” You shrugged.

“You know your experiences make you who you are.” Zemo was leaning into your space.

“I don't believe that.”

“What do you think makes a person?” Zemo was genuinely curious in your answer.

You paused before answering him. “More than one experience.”

“You were with Hydra for several years.” Zemo was still trying to convince you that he would be ok if you remembered. It was endearing, but it made no difference, you didn't remember. But you both knew someone else who spent time with Hydra.

“Bucky was with Hydra for over seventy years, over half of his life. It didn't make him who he is.”

Next Part: https://www.tumblr.com/zemossunshine/666641913329451008/sunshine-chapter-6?source=share

[winterxiron]

g’day ! i’m looking for a few new long-term writing partners on discord ! at the moment just really dying for marvel (with dc crossovers), oc supernatural based ones & cute ass domestic shit !!!  so give this a like & i’ll come bother you or come at me as i have a fish brain. 

here are my marvel boys  &  whom i’m dying to play against 

Bucky Barnes  ;

*so, thinking about some cute plots of people he needs to say sorry for & torn between doing flashbacks of winter soldier days* cause rip my heart into pieces this is my last resort!  

tony stark 

steve rogers 

sam wilson 

sarah wilson

loki

helmut zemo

sharon carter

Tony Stark  ;  

*from an au world called the mirror verse & he’s younger & survived the snap* Torn on Ben Barnes face or Matthew Daddario or i’m cool with rdj version of tony as well :)

bucky barnes

james rhodes

loki

steve rogers

stephen strange

bruce banner 

pepper potts

natasha romanoff 

Peter Parker  ;

harry osborn

johnny storm 

bucky barnes ? *winter spider has got me by the neck*

felicia hardy

&&& open to pairing them with anyone really but i’ll actually DIE for DC muses being paired with my marvel boys. 

some oc supernatural charries from the top of my head  ;

Damian Cel Tradat  ; 

werewolf

Sebastian Stan 

34 / 35 year old

he’s looking after his two nephews

alpha of a large pack of alphas that have just settled in a small town

Maven Brekker  ; 

hunter 

the descendent of cain & abel *knock off sam... so please dean*

Tom Holland

24 year old

living in motels, you know family business of hunting thing & saving people

dropout mit student

humans  ; 

Baron Dorin Cel Tradat  ; 

Sebastian Stan

36-years-old

is a widower with two children 

pretending to be a carpenter to have a normal life

former romanian soldier

Riven Sykes  ; 

Tom Holland

23-year-old 

pretty much comes from a family like the gallagher family

honestly a mess on two legs

Frank Alder  ; 

Chris Evans

38-years-old

have you seen gifted literally that

[othersideoftheparadise]

Tampered [3/?]

Sam Wilson x cis fem! reader

Warnings: Spoilers for TFAWS. Mentions of blood, alcohol poisoning, graphic mentions of violence. This is the first time I'm ever writing something like this, so I'm open to constructive criticism.

Word count: 4.3 k ish.

Read Part 1 and Part 2 here.

2000

Dull pain thrummed between your eyes as the butt of the gun connected your forehead, almost making your vision black. It felt like needles pricking the skin all at once. You had to finish the mission. Your recovered, maintaining your balance back again, ignoring the pulsing pain, gripping the knife tucked in behind the belt, you dodged the punch aimed at your gut. You kicked your feet off the wall behind, as the boost gave you enough height to strike down the enemy, slashing his neck open right by the artery. Killing the very last attacker in the room. He slumps down with a thud, with blood splaying everywhere.

As the adrenaline rush wearied off, you were hungry now rather than being nervous about your mission. It was your duty to clear off the path for the Soldat and always look behind his back, just in case. More like a worm pierced onto the fishing hook for fishing. It was more like being assigned to be a bait for clearing the path.

You had to report back to the assigned rendezvous point, as you were told to be, but hunger made your ears ring. You did not have time to dwell upon in the middle of the mission, but the sweet aroma of freshly baked, warm bread and the sight of a boy around your age licking his fingers as he gobbled down plum pie definitely wanted you to think twice. Searing waves of hunger pangs hit, subconsciously leading your feet towards the boy. Hearing another set of footsteps approaching, you tried to shimmy behind the garbage bin behind, only to be yanked out by the man you never wanted to deal with.

The Soldat.

He looked down at you with his eyes reflecting no expression behind the mask. He dragged you by your hand as you protested.

“Let me go!” you trashed in, kicking and grunting against his firm grip.

‘Салдат, принеси с собой цечку, немедленно.,’ You heard the voice on the other side through the earpiece.

“N-No, No, I don’t want to go, it is so dark and p—please.” Blood was rushing to your head all at once, pulsing every beat. You didn’t want to go back. You wanted to stall as the feeling of fear overwhelmed sank into the gut.

Confusion was written all over his face; you could sense his hesitation. Previous mission with the Soldat ended up with him screaming for minutes in pain and agony when he had disobeyed. The people in the base never threatened but always made sure that you were present during the electroconvulsive therapy and when he was kept in cryo till the next session.

Shifting weight from one leg to another, your heart lurched, and your stomach tugged as you were closer to the destination. He was bruised and was limping by the time he had found you, but now he was straight up rigid, listening to the command. You remembered his gut-wrenching screams piercing in, and he took you back to the rendezvous point before the cleaning crew showed up.

“I’m sorry. I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?” where he was pressing all the wrong buttons. Zemo was one of those only men; you were eager to know what was going on in his head.

Here he was playing the role of sugar-daddy, prodding over. What was more important was how Bucky never told you that your neighbour Nakajima was one of the people on the list of his amends. It was on you that you had expected him to tell you; he had no obligation that he had to.

“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” Bucky let-go of Zemo’s neck.

Sam visibly tensed up, looking at them, “I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.”

So, this was the reason why he wanted to move in.

Part of you was disappointed, but you had no right to have expectations. It was his own decision, and you had to respect it.

On the other hand, it was Zemo. It made you wondering for a while about how he was able to sit in the same room as you did. He should be angry, angry for rotting in prison after avenging his family’s death. This guy was surely a good spy and was very skilled; this was another reason you had to keep an eye on him.

Zemo devised a plan, laying out different people to meet in and around, starting from Madripoor. The city that had loose laws hence had better leverage for things to go according to him.

“It’s kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Zemo let Bucky know.

“That is not going to work.”, this plan was going to fail; Bucky can become the Winter Soldier but cannot act like one.

“And why would you say that?” his interest piqued. He obviously knew this better than anyone else. If this was one of his mind-games to rile you up, it was not happening anymore.

“Well, it was something that he was conditioned to do in his subconscious. Not in his real-time. He does not know to pretend like one.”

“Alas, we do not have a better plan, do we?” he replied back.

Knives, Check.

Guns, Check.

You found yourself scrolling aimlessly through the local television, making sure that your eyes did not skitter over to the suit that was draped over him, fitting neat and tight.

Holy fucking shit.

You had to physically make sure that you were not watching him, straining your vision onto the screen. He looked like a mafia drug lord. You knew that you would be floored if he had opted to wear the shirt with his sleeves rolled up. You wanted to have more of the Sambal and rice that was served in the morning. The appetite had appeared out of nowhere.

“Alright, I’ll be leaving now. Ping me when you’re done with your business or in case of an emergency. I’ll be looking over from the second floor, from the lodge opposite to the pub.” Part of you did not trust Zemo, but you were sure that Sam and Bucky would be able to handle themselves.

Mentally slapped yourself, ignoring the looks thrown at you. All of this would be over for once and all if the plan had worked out, and you would tell Sam that you would be leaving.

Putting the food on the plate you waited, you made sure that table was all set up before Sam came back from his jog. Things were awkward, to say the least, and tiring as well. You couldn’t care less about how people showed false compassion at Nat’s funeral, making you roll your eyes. One thing that always made you regret that you did not have anything that belonged to Nat other than her memories. Everything had burned down once Bruce snapped, even before the team could comprehend her death. It was so unfair that everything that belonged to her had been destroyed, wiping out her entire existence as if she had never existed in the first place.

Another headache was pulsing in, beating in the hollow space with every heartbeat. You heard the door slam shut, reminding you that Sam had indeed returned from the run. Here you were, preparing breakfast, soaking in the domesticity in the world where she was already forgotten. She deserved to live, live a good life after all of this with Steve. Sunlight shimmying into the house made it look like the future that you had always wanted. This was too good to be true; the team was still recovering from the loss.

Sam and you both were still managing to barely keep the relationship tied together as the honeymoon phase after the blip had ended. The real world was settling in. You had seen him struggling to set into the new world, where people had moved on without him. You tried your best to ignore it because it always ended with ‘let me handle it’ ending the conversation.

“Hey, are you listening to me?”, He asked digging in, looking over for a response. “I said that the food is delicious. It is terrific.”, He reassured after seeing you cock an eyebrow.

“I appreciate it, Sammy.”, you smiled, remembering how Nat opened up to you saying that she always wanted a family with Steve, wanted a life, a life that you were living now.

“Hey, look at me.”, he hooked your chin with his finger, lifting up. “Thinking about her is not going to bring her back alright, but you can talk to me. I’m right here. It is okay, not to be okay.”, He looked at you with all sincerity that he could muster.

All you wanted was to scoff, scoff at how he was always ready to help others but dealt with his problems all by himself.

“They were supposed to get married!”, This was when the heaviness in chest grew heavy. He was physically taken back by the new information. Maybe he didn’t know about it yet.

Shit.

“And really, Sammy? I could say the same to you. I get it, alright. I get it that we both are going through a tough phase, but I have wanted to say the same to you. All you say is ‘I can do this and shut me out.” You emphasize with your fingers, seeing his tense shoulders.

“You are so careful around me all the time that you physically look like you’re embracing yourself for shit to collapse.”, This was it; you had been waiting for weeks to say this. You saw his jaw tick with all the tension that he had been gritting in and holding back.

“N-no, No, I don’t want to go in there. Do you understand? I get what you are trying to say, but it is just that I need some time to open up about everything. The world did not wait for anyone and has been running even in all those five years.”, He said, pointing at the window.

“I need some time, m’kay? I need some time to adjust to all of this.”, He was ambiguous.

“This is how our relationship is, Sammy. We don’t talk. This-this is why you are always on alert mode whenever you are with me because you think you have to keep reasoning every time anything happens. Y-You also think that you’re better off without telling anyone about your problems.”, Emphasising the conversation, you sat looking dead in his eyes. This flared anger in him, flickering like a spark staring out a fire.

“Why does every conversation we have, has to end up about our relationship? And no, you’re wrong this time; it is not that I don’t want to talk to you about it. It is just that I need some time.”, He reasoned, trying to explain, taking deep breaths.

You both had arguments almost every single day. It was emotionally exhausting. You could not imagine what he must be going through now that everything had resumed.

“This is what I am talking about. We both have grown out of this relationship, and we have different opinions, which is absolutely fine.”, He was positive, scrapping the chair away. “But I need a break; I need a break from all of this. It is just that you and I are dealing with different things, and I’m tired of explaining this to you every time.”, He said with certainty.

It really did take some time for his words to sink in, but he was crystal clear. He approached you, instantly regretting his words.

“You’re right, Sam.”, You stared aimlessly, getting up.

“H-Hey, I did not mean it.”, his voice dropped, lacing with sadness, looking at you.

“Stay there and sit down; this is your house.”, you emphasized, motioning him. He looked distraught as seriousness stetted in.

“No, Wilson. I understand; you are right. We need a break, and this is not working out because we both need time. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I was selfish and insensitive about what you are going through right now.”, Sighing you carried yourself to pack up, ignoring the headache pounding in. He didn’t deserve any of it. He deserved someone better than this.

“It is just that I’m not in the right headspace right now. I’m sorry.” You repeated again, walking out. You were too afraid to think how different life would have been if the snap had never happened. Simultaneously, you imagined how Nat would have cussed you back and forth for ruining your relationship.

“Hey James, do you have a spare room to crash in for few days?”, You whispered into the phone, hearing the beep sound.

Before you knew, you saw Zemo, Sam, and Bucky scrambling around, confused. You sighed, loading your gun, firing off people who were attacking them right away. Another line of fire came out of the window beside yours, halting immediately after the attackers were down.

What the hell?

“Wow, look at you all dressed down to take out the bad guys.”, you had sensed her but not this close. Maybe you were getting slow.

You looked up at the women, who had saved Steve and Sam back in the day. To be honest, you had forgotten about her and knew why she was ignorant about the whole situation, “I know why you’re all bitter. I’m sorry that we did not come back.”, you signified, raising up for hands, surrendering.

“Oh please, there is a difference. It is always easy for people like you to say ‘sorry’ not knowing what someone else had to go through.”, Sharon scoffed, pointing the gun.

You were also curious about what she was going to do further, as she pressed the gun to for back, guiding you to lead the way. The whole situation turned around when Sharon agreed to help in for the next lead.

Sam looked far by uncomfortable as he tugged his collar out for more air. He was sweltering down as he reached the condo.

“What’s wrong, Sam?”, You asked as he looked like he was going to collapse, unable to walk. He huffed, struggling to take out the phone that was buzzing in his pant pocket.

“Wait, let me take it out for you.”, You knew that something was wrong, but you did not want to use your powers to find out without his consent. You heard his breath hitch as you moved closer to him.

This was definitely weird.

“Just do it soon.”, His voice turned hoarse, gritting his teeth. He visibly shivered as you skimmed your fingers into the pocket to take out his phone. It was Sarah. You saw his eyes glistening as he grabbed his phone, walking straight into the room, shutting the door with a loud bang.

You almost heard Bucky snort, making you sharply turn around in his direction. What had happened down there, pushing Sam into a situation like this?

“Bucky, what did you do?” you marched as Sharon huffed, settling down to look at the show you all were putting up.

“I-I didn’t do anything. It was not me, okay.”, He stammered, with his eyes wide. He was practically pressing himself into the sofa.

“It was wine. The snake wine he drank.”, Zemo quipped in, shifting your attention.

“What? What on the fresh hell is a snake wine?” you were bewildered, to say in the least.

You heard, Oh-s and Aah-s, as Sharon spoke up, “Snake wine is assumed to be an aphrodisiac and is believed to make people strong.”, She said, gesturing at her biceps.

“It is a what?!”

“Hey, calm down, listen to me; I’ll arrange someone to buy sex toys with lots of food and hydration. It can go on for hours, but who knows.”, She nodded looking at you.

“Okay”

“No wonder he couldn’t run in those heels.”, Bucky muttered, looking around, shifting around.

You all discussed your next lead that was tipped off in the bar, hearing Sam throw up. This was not a good sign.

“Bucky, please hand me over the medicine kit. I’ll take care of him.”, You rushed in, locking the door.

The whole room was a mess, with everything strewn all over the place. The acrid smell of vomit filled in your lungs as you saw a tired Sam collapsed on the floor.

Oh my god.

“Sammy, hey, look at me.”, you were trying to shake him into consciousness. His eyes were rimmed red as he looked at you. Wiping him down with a warm washcloth, you could feel pain rattle his lungs, and somehow, it had only become worse.

“Come on, Sammy.”, You helped him lay down on the bed, ignoring his burning skin. You knew what you had to do; he was just at the brink of passing out and threw up almost everything you tried to make him drink.

This was not a good sign; with the mind racing with endless possibilities, you did not want to be terrified. You had seen what death was, but looking at Sam right now, did make you remember when he was dusted away during the snap. Living through all the madness, running from one place to another, it was Sam who made you feel human.

“Sam, do you trust me?”, You knew that this was not entirely consensual, but he was only a human after all.

“I—I do. I do.”, he was dazed by all the alcohol and the dehydration.

Removing the wristwatch, you concentrated on the energy from the center, carmine red flickers spasmed through your palms. Pressing them to his warm chest, you imagined him healing from inside as you felt the energy radiating off his body.

He had visibly calmed down, looking down at you. “Is this how you saved Pietro?.,” He looked at you incredulously.

“What?” you were the one staring back in shock, moving away.

Oh no.

“Don’t worry, Wanda accidentally slipped when she was talking about Ultron, but I didn’t know you it was going to be something like this.”, he huffed. The furrow of his eyebrow explained for itself. He did not push it further as he got up to clean the mess, not looking back.

“Sam, I can explain,” “No Y/N, you don’t have to. You don’t owe one.”, He said, not looking up.

“Talk to me Sam, I know that look on your face. You’re angry.”, You tried talking to him, rushing on your feet, closer to him.

“I’m angry because I’m an idiot. Just like I said, you don’t owe me an explanation. I had my doubts after the blip when things were quickly found and how everything is always rearranged like the clappers. You look more alive than ever but older at the same time, and I don’t understand a damn thing.”, he said, chucking the sheets into the laundry basket.

“I did not want to tell it to anyone because I’m already an outcast for not being normal. People look at me in fear and disgust after knowing who I am.”, You tried explaining to him. This was wrong; finding out something like this made the situation worse.

“Look, I get it; I’m really thankful that you saved my life today.”, You signaled him to be quiet as you scanned around. Flares shimmered away from you throughout the room, creating dark midnight hues, with a glint of yellow flaring over them.

He looked more confused than ever.

“Ah, it keeps happening all the time. I don’t know why the colors keep changing, but this one is always prominent.”, you explained, gesturing at the blue orb.

“How long have you been doing this?”, he asked putting on his clothes.

“It was in 2012. I acquired them when I was trying to get Loki off from smuggling the tesseract. I don’t know how but I understood that he was possessed. I tried negotiating, talking sense into him. I told him that I knew what was going on and was trying to help him out. He told me that he would kill me, so I threatened to destroy the tesseract out of stupidity. One thing led to another, and I crushed it with his scepter. The next thing that I knew, that was I was in a hospital bed out for almost a month.” You summarized.

“Wait, and no one knew about it?” Sam was surprised processing in. “No signs of any radiation, damage, or anything?”

“No, it turned out that Loki had used his powers and transferred the blow to the other side of the portal. On the other hand, I did not show any remains of radiation. I don’t know how.”, he was more concerned.

“So, you’re saying that Loki’s intentions were not to destroy New York.”, He sat down, rubbing his palms together.

“No, it was Thanos. He had caught Loki wandering off in space when he committed suicide jumping off the rainbow bridge in Asgard. He made a negotiation by torturing Loki to bring Tesseract and the Septer to him.”

“Which is around two stones, right? Then why would he send Loki, when he could do the job himself?”, he was trying to come out with a possible explanation.

“I don’t know what his true intentions were, but when we’re doing our research on stones during the time heist, we came to a conclusion that he had done the same with the power stone as well. He negotiated with Ronan to wipe out half of Xandar in exchange for the power stone. He did the same thing with Loki too. Give him an army to invade and rule the earth in exchange for the stones.”

“So, this was more like killing two birds in a stone.”, he completed your sentence looking up at you.

“It was also another reason why I never initiated any interest, even though I really liked you a lot when you let us into your home for the first time.”, you confessed, picking upon the fabric of your pants.

“What?” he was letting the new information sink in.

“Technically, it was in the closet when we were trying to set up Steve and Nat together.”, You were feeling guilty that you did not give him any time to process the information.

“Do you regret it?”, He had an unreadable expression on his face.

“I regret a lot of things, Sam. You have to be more specific.”, From what life had thrown you into different situations, one thing that you were sure about having a life with normalcy was that you liked Sam. As a person, a friend, and someone you could rely upon.

“You know what I mean.”, the hardness in his stare threw you off. It was something that was never directed at you.

“I do, Sam. I do. Call it fate or whatever you want; I had hope before the blast had happened. Retire one day and have a normal life. I was convinced that I would not use my powers because I was tired of people exploiting me.”, There were times when blood samples were taken, right before and after having meals. It mostly ended up you hearing gossip about how the blood work always turned out to be normal as guards walked down the narrow corridor, assuming you were asleep.

“From H.Y.D.R.A.to SHEILD, I do not want anyone come after me, and then I met you.”, pinching out splinters from the window, you give yourself a second to continue. “I almost convinced myself that I would always avenge and fight for the rest of my life. This is going to sound really cheesy, you know?”

“It is all kinds of normal; that is what makes us human.” He was looking at the wool rug spread across the floor, nodding at you to continue.

Well then.

“When I met you, I started liking you throughout the years after we met. For who you are, you’re your maturity, goofiness with a pinch of cockiness that comes out every now and then, but you are also respectful at the same time.”

He was looking up at you with a calm look on his face. On the other hand, you were almost shaking because it was always him before the snap who initiated everything. Initiated talks, initiated to join into conversations when Steve and Nat bickered around, initiated to go out for a date in Wakanda and the night you two had before the battle. This was new, but the burden of carrying all of these secrets alleviated your shoulders; maybe this could give you closure. Closure on how you can never change what had happened but only move on.

‘One step at a time,’ like Steve said.

“It is just- I was so scared, I guess. I was not decisive, and my feelings just grew stronger.” You sat down, with eyes swimming all over the room, landing at Sam, who was now sitting down across you. It was like he had heard your thoughts, now that you noticed him in a black turtle neck cotton shirt. This was your Sam sitting close to you, but not close enough. You wanted to be confused as to why you longed for his presence, but it was crystal clear. With realization seeping into bones, you had to accept that you deserved an ordinary life, but Sam deserved better. Better than all of this mess. What if someone had come looking out for him because of you?

“I need some time away from you, Y/N, so that I can decide when we both sort out about this because I don’t want to swing back and forth if I’m honest with you. This is about me, deciding for myself.”, dissolving the encased power that had kept you both from prying ears, Sam jumped when he heard strings of notifications pinging in.

You heard the sound of your ringtone to see Sarah calling in.

“Do you want to talk to her? I, uh—meant that she called you hours ago.”,

“Nah, just talk to her. She might be calling you for a reason.”

Next part

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[thatgoblin]

Small Town Affairs Chapter 4

Summary: Hazel is an Omega in the small town of Tin Springs, Midwest America. She’s trying to live her life after breaking up with the local sheriff, John Walker, and his mate, Brock Rumlow. New people aren’t something that happens often, but when a new pack comes to town her whole life goes from a small mess to a complete disaster in the best way.

Warnings: Domestic Violence, Assault, Sexual abuse, Himbo Bucky, Misogyny, will update as story goes.

Chapter 4

Peggy gave me the silent treatment that morning and while I wanted to tell her she was being childish over the night before, I didn’t have the energy in me to do it. So, I did my morning routine and got to work with little words exchanged between us. Lunch time rolled around before I knew it. Clint was bringing me food which was the only saving grace of the day so far. I clocked out after letting Peggy know before booking it out the back.

“Hey,” Clint said, as he sat in the patio chair with several take out boxes. “How’s it going today?” He asked as I flopped into the chair opposite of him, groaning as I covered my face with my hands. “That good, huh?”

“Just fantastic,” I huffed before sitting up. “Did you have any trouble at the restaurant?” I asked, looking at the boxes before finding mine. Wait, there were three boxes and three drinks. Who else was there?

“Hello.”

I looked up to see Helmut walking over with a smile as he waved to me. Waving back with a nervous giggle, I wanted the ground to just open up and swallow me whole.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I sighed, giving Clint a dirty look. He looked anywhere but at me as he twiddled his thumbs and whistled as Helmut took a seat next to me. “Hi, how are you?” I asked him, looking to Helmut with a tight smile of my own.

“I’m good. Clint said he was having lunch in town with a friend and asked me to join,” Helmut said, turning to look at Clint as he shot his own dirty look at the blond. “He gave the impression that you knew I would be joining.”

“Funny how he left that part out for me completely,” I said.

“Who’s hungry?” Clint asked with a grin as he opened his box.

“Forgive him, he means well, but I’ve been telling Howard that he should really get him looked at by a psychologist,” Helmut said.

“Hey! I’m perfectly sane!” Clint cried, sitting up. “The military had me tested.”

“It was the American military, it barely counts,” Helmut said, giving me a suffering look. “Poor thing.” I couldn’t help the smile as I giggled while Clint glared at Helmut. Okay, he was funny and good looking. The guy had those points going for him.

“You were in the military?” I asked as Clint stole Helmut’s pickle spear from his sandwich.

“Yes, we all were. Well, almost all of us in the pack,” Clint said. “Howard was a private contractor for a while, selling arms before he stopped developing them and turned his business into a medical research facility.”

“Wait, Howard is Howard Stark? The billionaire, genius, philanthropist Howard Stark?” I choked out.

“Yep, that’s him,” Clint said with a proud grin.

“I gave Howard Stark a lap dance,” I whined, making a face.

“It’s okay, you also gave Helmut a lap dance too,” Clint said, making both me and Helmut choke.

“I swear to god Clint,” I said, glaring at him. “You want to die or something.”

“Howard always says my self preservation is lacking,” he smirked, leaning back in his chair.

“You should definitely work on that,” Helmut said, shaking his head.

“So, military?” I asked, trying to bring things back away from lap dances.

“Yes,” Clint said. “I was in the Marines and went through sniper training, Howard made things go boom, Helmut was a colonel in the Sokovian army, and his mate Bucky was in the US Army with his friend Steve Rogers.”

“Wow, that is a lot of military experience,” I said, raising my brows. “You were a colonel?” I asked, looking at Helmut. “I thought that was like after years of service. Like, many more years than what you look to have.”

“Thank you,” Helmut said with a chuckle. “You are correct in that I am much younger than most colonels, but I went to a military school growing up as well as a military university.”

“He’s also a land Baron,” Clint added. “So, he’s Colonel Baron Helmut Zemo.” My eyes went wide as I looked from Helmut to Clint.

“Seriously?” I asked.

“Yes. I do have a land title back in my home country,” Helmut said with a deep sigh. “Clint, maybe you could allow me to speak for myself before I let it slip about how you started dating Howard as a mission from your former position.

“What?” I asked, grinning as I looked between the two. “Is he serious?”

“I don’t know what he’s talking about. Oh, hey, look at the time. I told my sweet, wonderful mate that I love dearly that we would be back in, well right now. Who knew time could fly so fast?” Clint rambled, chuckling as he looked at his watch.

“I’m not ready to leave yet and I drove,” Helmut said, relaxing back in his seat. “I still have to finish my food as does Hazel.”

“Yeah, I’ve still got at least 10 minutes left of lunch as well,” I said, giving Clint a smirk as I picked at my food.

“Fine, I’ll leave it alone,” he said with a groan.

“Good choice,” Helmut said with a hum. The last bit of lunch was spent talking about the town, how the pack was settling in, and how work was going. It felt refreshingly normal and healthy that I didn’t want it to end.

“Now I should really get back to work before Peggy comes looking for me,” I said, checking my phone. “I had a nice time today though. Thanks for the food, Clint.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll start bringing you lunch everyday if you want. Howard works remotely now from home and it’s mostly just business meetings. I get bored during the day,” Clint said.

“What about you?” I asked Helmut. “You wanna start coming everyday for lunch too?”

“As much as I would love to, I cannot. Unlike Clint, I have a job,” Helmut said with a chuckle.

“Oh yeah? What do you do?” I asked, gathering the trash.

“I make and sell sculptures,” Helmut said. “I most often use clay as my medium. I find it therapeutic. As does my mate, Bucky.”

“Bucky’s your mate?” I asked, freezing up a bit. Fuck. “I mean, you two look good together,” I said, shaking it off and smiling. Of course, the one guy I started to like was already taken.

“I’ll be in the car,” Clint said, quickly exiting the situation.

“He is, but we’ve been discussing for a while about opening up our relationship to someone we both were interested in,” Helmut said once Clint was gone, shifting in his seat. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. There was no way I could have another relationship with two Alphas. Everything in me panicked and I didn’t even realize that I was shaking till Helmut touched my hand. “Hazel? What’s wrong?”

“Look, uh, it was nice meeting you again. Properly this time,” I said, jerking away as I stood up. “I’m sure Clint is waiting for you in the car-”

“Hazel, wait,” Helmu said, standing up as well. He wasn’t demanding or accerting Alpha scents, that was what made me stop. “Please, I did not mean to offend or presume.”

“What did you mean then?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest as I involuntarily shrank myself as much as I could.

“I meant I would like to pursue you as a romantic partner, but if that is not something you would like, then I would very much like to be your friend,” Helmut said. “Even if it means that we never become more.” Could I do that? He seemed genuine and unlike any other Alpha I’d dated before, he wasn’t trying to force it or bargain with me for what he wanted. He was concerned with what I wanted and what I needed. But John had been like that at first too. Brock not so much, but John had been a friend first too.

I wanted to trust Clint that he wouldn’t let someone close to me that was like John or Brock. Unlike John or Brock though, I didn’t live with Helmut and Bucky, so I had a place to go if things went south. Maybe. . . Maybe it was time to try to move on in some way from my wrecked past.

“Okay,” I said with a nod, relaxing. “Friends. Even if nothing happens. I could always use a few more of those.”

“Thank you. I assure you, friends are good to have,” he said, smiling again.

“Especially if they’re Baron’s,” I said, chuckling as he rolled his eyes. “I do need to get going though. It was nice seeing you again and having actual time to talk to you.”

“I agree,” Helmut said with a hum. “Here, before I forget. I’ll give you my number and you can message me to talk or spend time together.” He started to dig in his pocket for pen and paper before I stopped him.

“Here, just put your number in my phone,” I said. He nodded, offering me his. We exchanged numbers before handing the phone’s back. “Send me pictures of your sculptures. I wanna see them.”

“Of course,” Helmut said. “Would it be okay if I gave you a hug?” An Alpha was asking if they could hug an Omega? The panic from earlier began to feel unneeded as he was proving to be a totally different person than who I was used to dealing with.

“Yeah, I’d like a hug,” I said, my cheeks flushing a bit as we stepped closer. Helmut wrapped his arms around my shoulders, resting his chin on them as I wrapped my arms around his middle. Our bodies slotted together so easily and his scent had me nuzzling against his chest. It was the most content moment with another person that I’d had in so long that I swear I would have jumped into his arms to be carried away to nest if he’d asked.

I could have stayed there all day, but I knew I had to get back to work. Slowly, I pulled away, his arms sliding down mine to grasp my hands and give them a squeeze.

“I’ll message you later,” I said, feeling a dopey smile spread over my face. “Be safe getting home. Tell Bucky I said Hi.”

“I will. Have a good day at work,” Helmut said, slowly shuffling away. At the back door, I gave him one last look before heading back inside.

Oh, he was something else.

“About time you came back from lunch,” Peggy said from her register.

“Sorry, got uh. . . Got caught up in something,” I said, logging back into my register and time card.

“What is that?” She asked, looking around confused before walking over to me. “Is that. . . Did an Alpha scent you?”

“No, we just hugged,” I said, unable to hide the smile.

“It was the bearded one, yes? From the other day?” She asked, leaning in to keep our voices down so no one could eavesdrop.

“Yeah. His name’s Helmut and he’s from Sokovia,” I said. “We’re not. . . Doing anything really. We’re friends. That’s it. It’s what I’m comfortable with.”

“Well, good for you,” she said. “You deserve a bit of happiness. Just let me know if he turns into a prick and I’ll make sure he disappears.”

“Peggy!” I gasped, grinning at her. “Thank you though, I appreciate the thought.”

“Oh, it’s not a thought, I have a tractor with a, what do you call it, a backhoe. No one will find him,” she said, looking at me over her glasses.

“Remind me not to piss you off,” I snorted. The sudden moment between us was comforting, showing me that things weren’t ruined. “Look, about last night, I’m sorry I got awful. I was stressed and money is tight, and a lot of pent mental nonsense from the last few years kinda blew up all at once.”

“I shouldn’t have assumed all that I did,” she said with a sigh. “It’s easy to believe what everyone else does and not question how things are. I also shouldn’t have pushed on the subject. I overstepped boundaries and that may have been some maternal instincts. You’re like family to me and I want you to be happy and healthy, so that may have come across less than helpful. If you need some help with anything, just let me know, even if it’s just to have a cup of tea and some quiet time in the garden. I’ll even scrounge up biscuits as well.”

“Between you and Clint, I’m going to be forced out of my hermit routine,” I said, chuckling as I shook my head.

“Good,” Peggy said. “You need to get out of that routine. Just because it’s safe doesn’t mean it’s healthy.”

“I know. I’m having lunch with people and not hiding behind the building anymore,” I said.

“You’re still behind the building, you just have company,” she said with a smirk.

“Yeah, yeah. Baby steps,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Just don’t shut everyone out anymore. Even if it’s not me, Clint is a nice person and it seems so is the rest of the pack. Let someone, anyone in,” she said, moving towards the office, pausing to give my shoulder a squeeze. “I know it's been hard since Ethan left, but you have to take care of yourself too.”

“I’ll do my best,” I said, giving her hand a squeeze back. The mention of that name made my chest tight and I felt the air knocked out of me slightly. She was right though, since Ethan moved out of state I’d shut down and relied on John and Brock solely till recently. It was time to change that.

“Good, now get back to work, you lazy git,” Peggy smirked, walking back to the office.

“Rude!” I gasped, laughing at her wink.

At least things were back to normal, if not better, between us. I felt less burden and with Clint basically declaring that I was his lunch partner I was a little less on my own. Did it scare me to open up again? Oh fuck did it, but it was better for me and I didn’t feel that constant hovering of dread. Well, as much as I used to. Yeah, it was better and I could only hope that it kept going up.

Of course the universe had to say no.

At the end of the day when I was home and making dinner when Nick got back to me.

[Nick SMS]: Sorry, Haze. We don’t have any more positions for servers or dancers. If something opens up, I’ll let you know.

The urge to hurl my phone at the wall was great, but my lack of money to replace it was greater.

[Hazel SMS]: Thanks anyways, Nick. Keep me in the loop in case something happens. I’ll be by later this week to get my stuff from my locker.

My options were dwindling and the more I thought about it the more depressed I became. What was I going to do?

[itbethatwaysometime]

Uncharted - Chapter 1

Relationship : James “Bucky” Barnes x Reader

Warnings: nothing yet, but if there is anything I’ll mention it (smut, violence etc.)

Word Count: 2059

Part 2

https://myfandomsbeatcancersass.tumblr.com/post/164981543348/uncharted-part-2

A/N: Hi! This is my very first fanfic post here on Tumblr. This is not my my first fanfic, but I’m still very new:) I’m planning on this to be a very long fic. I think I’m going to post every Thurday but I’m not sure yet... At the moment I already have seven chapters written and I’m not planning on finishing soon. I’m working on this but you can still send in requests for imagines... Hope you enjoy !

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Unknown Location. Hydra Base

A venomous voice leaks through the thin walls of the dingy underground base.

“How did you let him slip through your grasp?” The dangerous women asks. She sits  on a chair that stood a foot higher than everyone else. Her demeanour seemed calm, her face as cold as stone, yet her voice was dripping with anger and her eyes held so much contempt.

A yellow light bulb hung right over head, casting a shadow over her face. Only her hands and feet were visible. She was gripping the armrest of her throne with vice and her long legs were crossed and laid diagonally to the floor. Long emerald green boots with sharp teeth adorning the sides glinted in the dim light, threat seeping through every pore.

A man kneeled before her. He was of average height, grey hair slowly taking over his brown locks. His frame was built, but obviously older than most agents. He wore scrappy clothing, his pants were repaired more than once and there were streaks of mud on his boots.

“I-I I don’t know, ma’am. He-e somehow took out all th-the trackers. We c-can’t find them.” he stutters, he’s on his knees hands clutching his sleeves to prevent them from shaking.

“So, you are telling me, that you lost track of the Asset?” she hisses. “You had ONE job.” Her voice finally giving away some of the anger she felt.

“I’m sorry, Madame Viper, please spare me, we will find him again.” He pleads with her.

“Your pathetic attempt at an apology is useless. You are useless. I had high hopes for you Zemo. But, you just let me down.” Madame Hydra tuts. A moment of tense silence goes by,  she finally lifts an elegant hand up. Her fingers wrapping delicately around the velvet leather of her whip, she swings her arm back and strikes him right in the throat, leaving him bleeding to death on the floor. She sighs as she signals some other soldier to take the body away and clean up the mess.

The rest of the audience of the room perks up, standing straighter as her unforgiving gaze passes through them.

“Find him.” She commands, and that’s all the persuasion they need before scurrying off to accomplish their task, hoping that the Lord will spare them of the wrath that is Madame Hydra.

Stark Tower, Avengers Base

Avengers, please go to Conference room B, an urgent meeting has been called on by Nick Fury, F.R.I.D.A.Y says through the coms. A collective groan echoes through the common room as the  members of the team of heroes begrudgingly get up and hurry to the conference room.

Steve is already there leaning on the far wall and Director Fury stands tall, arms linked behind his back.

“God, it’s barely noon, why are we here?” Tony whines, he rubs tiredly at his eyes,  

“Maybe if you weren’t hungover all the god damn time, you’d be awake enough to get herr without bitching.” the director shot back.

“Language.”

As the group settles down, Fury speaks up.

“We have found a potential new recruit,” he pauses as Maria hands out manila files to the Avengers, “We’ve been monitoring her for the last couple of months and she seems to be a perfect match.”

“That’s what you always say.” Tony yawns.

“It’s true.” Sam snickers.

“Alright, settle down, folks. From what we’ve seen she’s mastered more martial arts styles then I can count, she has the mutant ability to create portals and she has an intelligence that can match that of Tony’s and maybe even Banner.” The room goes silent and more than a few eyebrows raise.

“We’ll need two of you to extract the newbie tonight at around nine o’clock, understood?”

Fury says. “I want Cap on this one, whoever goes with him is your decision.” He points at all of them. With one last hard stare towards Tony, Nick exits the room, Maria trailing not far behind.

The moment the door closes, the room fills with uproar.

“Why doesn't Wanda go? She’s a girl, she’ll do better with another chick.” Tony shouts.

“Don’t speak to my sister like that.” Pietro retorts.

“Why don’t you go with Stevie, he likes you best.” Nat asks Sam, he rolls his eyes in response. “I’ve already checked on newbies, last time didn’t go well, I’m not going this time.”

“You know what, Vision should go.” Clint suggests. “I”m pretty sure we shouldn’t send in the red, powerful, synthetic being to go get the newbie. For all we know he’ll just pass through the wall of this girl’s apartment.” Tony snaps back. They all nod in agreement.

“You know what,” Steve speaks up, taking the powerful ‘Cap voice’,” Tony you’re coming with me.”

“What?” The man cries out in shock.

“Yep, Tony, you’re coming with me whether you like it or not. Everyone in this room has been sent to scout a new recruit at least once, except for you.” Tony gives him a ‘I’m done with your Star spangled ass’ look.

He groans, “Fine. But, you’re buying me shawarma.” Steve rolls his eyes.

“We’re leaving at 8:30 pm”.

Everyone exits the room to do whatever heroes do on their day off.

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Your POV

“Ok, avocados, roman lettuce, cucumbers, olive oil, coconut oil, tomatoes, milk, oranges, strawberries…” you were walking through the isles of your local grocery store, going through you mental checklist making sure you didn’t forget anything.

You placed the items in your cart and once you were confident you didn’t forget anything, you went to pay.

“Would you like a bag?”  The 16 year-old snot nosed cashier asked you.

“Yes, please.” You answer. He nonchalantly passes you two plastic bags, not bothering to actually help you on this ‘very’ busy Wednesday evening. You carry your groceries to your second hand car, get in, and drive back to your tiny 3 1/2 apartment. How strangely domestic, you thought to yourself.

Yet, you liked it. As a kid you were always one for adrenaline. After your parents died, you were passed through so many foster homes, it was an ironic game of hot potato. You ended up leaving the system and fending for yourself. The powers definitely helped out a lot. You found out you had them when you were maybe twelve, almost thirteen. You were running away from some bullies and ended up cornered in an alley, instead of panicking, you just ran straight through the wall. Throughout the years, you trained yourself to be a strong and independent woman, studying hard in school and training hard on your own.

You hummed to the generic song on the radio when you turn the corner of the street that lead to your apartment. You lived in a quiet part of Manhattan that was a little sketchy but you didn’t mind. The old building was made out of classic red bricks with stairs leading up to each apartment complex.

You juggle your groceries and try to open your door without dropping your keys. You don’t want to be the victim in a cheesy horror movie.

You flick the lights open and walk into your tiny home. It’s small, but cozy. Right behind the front door is a small hallway where you put down your jacket, your shoes and your keys. You walk down a couple of steps and there’s your kitchen, dining table, couch and TV. And, when you go back to the hallway on the left, there’s your bedroom.

You drop all your groceries in the kitchen go take a quick shower.

After, you start cooking your dinner. As a kid you had a lot of free time, so all you did was absorb information, as much as you could take in.  You didn’t make friends to easily, partially because you were shy, but mostly because you didn't trust easily. You were always suspicious,  your father taught you to be. When you started living on your own, you were so focused on your studies and your training that not having much of a social life never really bothered you. Friends came and went, but you somehow always ended up on your own.

You connect your phone to your wireless speaker and start playing some music. You press shuffle and the loud guitar riffs of Iron Man by Black Sabbath fills your ears. You start cutting up the ingredients and adding some oil to the pan, adding the onions in and letting the caramelise slowly. Another song comes to an end. You’re left with the gentle sizzle of th—.

“I like her already, she has good taste in music.” You hear a somehow familiar voice come from right outside your apartment door. You could tell that there were two men standing outside your home. You silently close the stove and turn off your phone. You walk carefully to your room, avoiding the creaky wooden panels. You pull out your 9mm and put your back to the wall waiting for their next move. They sounded pretty nice, but you were always cautious.

“Hi, (Y/n). Could you let us in? We would like to talk to you about a sensitive topic that would be better discussed in private.” The second voice said. How the hell does he know my name?

You don’t respond.

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Steve’s POV

“Tony you can’t just break down the door!” He tells him. Jesus, what was he thinking?

“No, of course not. I can’t break down the door… but you can.” The smaller man says happily, as if he just cracked the Da Vinci Code. The Captain puts a hand to his head and sighs disapprovingly.

“(Y/n), we promise we aren’t going to hurt you. Just open the door please.” He prods gently.

“Are you serious? ‘We aren’t going to hurt you’,” he repeats mockingly,” you heard Fury, she’s smart, that won’t work.” Steve rolls his eyes for what seems like the millionth time today, that’s the effect Tony has on people.

“Ok, we’re coming in.” “Finally.”

He lays his hand on the handle and easily twists it off the door, it swings back with a small creak. The smell of a dinner being cooked immediately fills their noses.

“Jeez, she can cook too?” Tony whispers.

The apartment was tiny, he could barely fit in the first hallway that leads to the kitchen, thank  god he didn’t bring his shield, he would've been stuck. The stove was obviously left in a hurry, the spatula left messily to the side, the pan was still emitting a bit of steam; she’s still here. He hears Tony click on his gadget thing over his wrist and holds it up instinctively.

He motions his hand toward the door that’s about six feet away from them. She’s in there.

A small gush of wind blows their face and they stare at each other confusedly. A small swoosh accompanied with Tony yelping and swearing forces him to turn around in the tight space. He sees Tony, now kneeling on the floor, his mini propellor useless on the side with his hands in handcuffs behind his back.

“What the FUCK lady?” Tony yells. He turns around again and sees a small woman with (h/c) hair holding a gun up. She was wearing a loose AC/DC shirt with a pair of comfortably looking grey shorts.

“Who are you and why did you break into my apartment?” she asks, her voice calm and collected.

“Look, we just wanted to talk, we promise we aren’t here to harm you in any way.” he says reassuringly. She scoffs. “Are you serious?”

“I told you it wouldn't work.” Tony remarks from behind him. She tilts her head to the side and stares intently at him.

“Why is Tony Stark in my hallway? And why is Captain America also in my hallway after,” you look to your broken down door,” after assaulting my door?Aren’t you supposed to stand for justice or something like that.” She puts her gun down and sneaks a glance at Cap who looks down sheepishly. She walks around him and Tony, kneeling on the floor, to flick the light switch, finally illuminating the two intruders faces.

Needless to say, that was not the reaction he was expecting.

[wxrwounds]

This felt oddly domesticated for the super solider, sure he’d grown up like this but his adult life had been filled with Avengers missions and if not than he was deployed and fighting for his country. Getting two mugs out, Jason placed them down as he watched Zemo press out the coffee. He wasn’t sure what to do now, it wasn’t exactly like that had anything in common to talk about and small talk just seemed wrong.

“Look, I uh.. I’m sorry about you and Cat.” Jason said. Not really think about much else but how awkward that whole situation had been.

“When I first met Zemo, he was a broken man. He lost his wife and son and father because we couldn’t save them all…now I’ve taken whatever pieces he has of his heart and shattered it again. Like a mirror,” she mumbled. 

Catalina knew this was the best option though. She shouldn’t lead him on. She needed to cut off the head of the snake before it bit her. Still, she felt shitty about it.

[valwentinefics]

I’m saving you - Dark!Helmut Zemo x F!Reader

A/n: Hey guys It’s your friendly neighbourhood Zemo simp Aur. Law class is kicking my ass big time so sorry this took so long for me to post. I really like dark Zemo so if you’d like to send requests that’d be really nice but I can’t promise they’ll be out fast! Also the gif on this just makes me go AAAAA. Not sure if I like this or not, but I loved the concept and it was a request so it’s being posted anyways.

Warnings: Zemo is basically a yandere, kidnapping and drugging, mentions of Zemo’s family’s death, past suicidal Zemo, swearing.

Word count: 1736

Plot: It was difficult for Y/n not to fall for Helmut Zemo and soon she would realize it would be even more difficult to get away. When she tells him he can’t protect her from everything he knows he has to find a way... even if his methods are unconventional. (Takes place during episode 4 of tfatws, cannon divergent and possible part 2)

Y/n laid in Zemo’s bed, her fingers gently tracing the small scars from knives and bullets that littered his bare torso. His warm earthy eyes watched her with soft adoration as she laid her head on his chest, sighing contently as his hands ran through her hair. This was something that happened often between the two and Y/n arguably loved it more than the sex that came before it. It was nice laying in the quiet. The only sound that filled the room was their breaths or Zemo’s occasional quiet and rough humming.

Y/n had been apprehensive about Zemo when she first met him. She had never before encountered him in person but he was a popular topic on the news when he was arrested and tried for what he had done. As a friend of Bucky she had originally been against the man, giving him harsh glares whenever he spoke or came too close to her, but eventually against her better judgement she began to develop a fondness for him. It was hard not to when he would talk to her oh so kindly with his beautifully articulate accented voice, or how he’d look at her as if she was the only person in the room when she spoke. His intelligence and various skills attracted her to him even more, and Y/n found herself falling for the man before she even had a chance to breathe.

She lifted her head off his chest and sat up, running a hand through her hair to try and fix it from the messy state it was in from their previous activity. Y/n sent a smile to Zemo, her arms in the air and back arching as she stretched before getting off the plush bed, walking around the room to gather her clothes.

“Where are you going, Liebling?” He asked sitting up, a few unruly bits of hair falling into his face. She was the only one he would allow to see him like this, soft and not well put together.

“Well, me and Bucky have plans to walk around and see if we can find out any information about the Flag Smashers.” She said casually, pulling on her clothes.

Zemo’s body tensed. “I’ll come with you.” He said as he picked up his clothes that had been discarded on the ground and putting them on as he found them.

“No, two people is enough, any more and it’ll look weird.” Y/n explained, placing a hand on his chest to stop him.

“But what if you get hurt, you know what they’re capable of.” He countered, his eyes wandering over her face, filled with concern.

Y/n let out a soft laugh. “You know, you won't always be able to protect me from everything Helmut. I’m not fragile, have some faith in me.” She pressed her lips against his for a second before walking out, not seeing how his eyes hardened as her words sank into him.

Helmut Zemo had lost everything before he found Y/n. Formerly the leader of EKO Scorpion, a Baron of his country, and a father, Zemo had it all until it all came crashing down. Literally. When the dust settled upon Sokovia he wasn’t only looking at the ruins of his country, but of his life and everything he had achieved. After that he was consumed by vengeance and sorrow, dedicating what he believed and intended to be the last year of his life to avenging his late family. When he was put into prison he felt no joy for how his plan worked, only numbness as he waited patiently, anticipating his eventual death. However when Bucky assisted his escape and brought him to the mechanics where his eyes met Y/n’s, he suddenly found a reason to stay around longer.

Zemo ran his gloved fingers through his hair, his jaw clenched as he thought to himself. He couldn’t lose Y/n, she was the one thing he had. He had lost so much previously that even the thought of losing the one last person who belonged to him was almost enough to send him into a frenzied state. Y/n’s words kept echoing in his head, mocking him as he stood. He had to do something, he had to find a way to protect her from everything. 

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Y/n laughed at Bucky’s joke as the two walked back into Zemo’s home, a smile plastered on her face. She was unaware of Zemo’s glare burning holes into where Bucky’s hand rested on the small of her back. Y/n didn’t see any issue with how close she and Bucky were, even leaning more into his larger body to steady herself as she slipped off her shoes.

“Y/n, how did it go?” Asked Zemo who laid on the couch, his voice sounding tense.

“Nothing productive.” She sighed, waving to Bucky as he quietly went to the room he was staying in. He didn’t like being around Zemo more than he needed to which she understood.

“You should have let me come along, I’m good at getting information.” Zemo said, standing up. His movements were smooth and confident. She admired how he always stayed and looked in control no matter the situation. “Would you like a drink Liebling?”

Y/n nodded in reply, heading to the couch and sitting by the arm rest, enjoying the simplicity of the situation. Just two lovers enjoying a drink together. It made her feel awfully domestic and she enjoyed it. In another life maybe they could have lived like this everyday, quietly enjoying each others company, but it was an unrealistic dream. She was a friend of Bucky and Sam, she would never truly experience peace and safety. There would always be a villain threatening someone, and Y/n would always have to help stop it.

Zemo walked back over, handing Y/n her glass and placing his on the coffee table, freeing up his hands to pull Y/n into his lap. They stayed in silence, Y/n enjoying the whiskey. She downed it quickly, noticing Zemo must have gotten her a different type than usual, it had an odd aftertaste but she didn’t mind it enough to bring it up. It was calming being with Zemo, so much so that her eyes grew heavy, and she leaned into his chest while letting out a content sigh.

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The sound of soft music gently pulled Y/n out of her sleep, her eyes squinting as they adjusted to the bright light coming from a window and falling onto her face. The place she was in was odd and unfamiliar. The realization that she had not fallen asleep here and her arms being bound tightly behind her back with a soft fabric sent waves of panic through her body as she jolted up, looking around the room. Where was Zemo and the others? Were they safe? The room itself didn’t seem dangerous, the furnishings similar to that of a nice hotel. It was tidy and well kept which almost made it more frightening than it would have been if it was dilapidated.

“Hello?” Y/n called out, moving to the edge of the bed, her feet dangling off as she was about to stand up when the door creaked open, revealing Zemo. Relief flooded her body as soon as she saw the man, instantly feeling a little safer.

“Helmut, where am I? Why are my hands tied?” Y/n looked at him questioningly.

Zemo smiled at her as he approached. “This is all to keep you safe.” He said, his hand tucking some stray pieces of hair behind Y/n’s ear as he stood before her.

His words confused Y/n. “What do you mean this is to keep me safe? Helmut what’s going on?” She struggled to free her hands. Something wasn’t right here. The feeling of dread ate at her stomach as she watched him.

He shushed her softly, his hand gently stroking the soft skin of her cheek. “Stop struggling, you don’t need to worry about anything anymore. I couldn’t handle the thought of you getting hurt any longer. I knew I had to do something, I can’t lose you too. Maybe I slipped something into your drink, I apologize for that. It was a necessary evil to get you here, where you could be safe with me.”

Y/n’s eyes widened as she stared at the man in front of her, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily upon her. “Helmut, why the fuck did you kidnap me?” 

“Don’t look at me with such fear Y/n, it hurts me.” He frowned. “From the first time I looked in your eyes I knew you were different from the rest. You just have a quality about you, something indescribable that draws me to you. I was lost, suicidal, every day I spent waiting for death, until I looked in your eyes and found something to live for. The thought of you getting hurt… I just can’t even stomach it. You’re all I have and I can’t lose any more people I love.”

His words scared her, sending a chill through her body. “I won’t tell anyone if you let me go, I won’t leave you either. We can pretend this never happened!” Y/n pleaded desperately as her mind raced. 

Zemo’s hand tightly gripped her jaw in anger, his gloved fingers digging into her skin roughly. “Don’t speak like that, I’m risking so much for you right now, a little gratitude would be nice.” He growled, before exhaling, letting go as he calmed himself down. “Apologies, I suppose I do understand where you’re coming from, I know what it’s like to be locked away. Liebling, I promise to you that I will never hurt you. I’ll give you everything you could possibly desire. All I ask for in return is your love.”

A sob escaped Y/n’s throat, tears falling down her face. Zemo pulled her into his body as if she was made of glass, his arms tenderly holding her against his warm chest. “I want to go home.” She cried.

Zemo sighed. “This is your home meine Liebe. I’ll cherish and care for you. One day you’ll learn to appreciate it, and we’ll have a perfect family. You’ll thank me for this once you realize I’m saving you.”

[zemossunshine]

Sunshine Chapter 11

Pairings: Zemo x You  Bucky x You

Summary: Falling in love with a villain. This will start sweet and then go very dark.

Tags: Explicit. Mature. Not for minors. Dark. Angst. Knife play. Depression. Suicidal thoughts. Self Harm . Vomiting. Nightmares. Sleepwalking. Torture. Smut. Broken Bones. Blood. Injury. Violence. Rough Sex. Rape. Kidnapping. Spanking. Unhealthy Relationships. Mental Health Issues. Anal Sex. Orgasm Delay. Fear. Blow Jobs. Sexual Violence. Suicide Attempt. Reference To Domestic Violence. Sleepwalking. Memory Loss. Gen Violence. Threats. Manipulation. Manipulative Relationship. Murder. Death. Loss Of Parents. Implied Alcohol Abuse. Threats Of Rape. Non Consensual Drug Use. Emotional Manipulation. Gaslighting.

Warnings for this chapter: Hospitalisation, manipulation & kidnapping.

As you stand there trying to save me. Use your head and baby leave me. I’m a whole lot of trouble. We are in a whole lot of trouble. Lyrics owned by Leona Lewis.

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The Next Day

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Your eyes fluttered open, you noticed a white sheen clouding your vision. Fluids were being pumped into you, you could smell antiseptic. You felt weightless and there wasn’t any pain. How? You look down to yourself, you were covered in a blanket, your arms over it and one was in a sling. You saw a hand rest over your other arm.

“Sam.” You croaked out. He smiled at you and brought a cup with a straw in, to your lips, you took a few sips.

“I promise I’ll fix this.” Sam stroked your arm. There he is, Captain America.

“Fix what Sam? I’m fine, everything is going to be fine.” You smiled weakly.

“How do you do that? Sometimes I think you would have been on Thanos’s side” He chuckled. Your eyebrows shot up and you looked away.

“Oh, I have got to hear this.” Sam looked at you in disbelief. You cleared your throat.

“Thanos was right, in a way. There are so many people suffering. He could have ended poverty. Solved world hunger. Distributed wealth. Created a second planet. He had the power to do it, all with the snap of his fingers, he just didn’t think of it first.”

“Yeah, and instead, he wiped out half of life.” Sam sat up and his shoulders went back.

“Maybe no one showed him a different way.”

“I’m putting this down to the morphine.” Sam laughed.

“Is that what this feeling is?” You giggled. Sam softened as he looked down at your body.

“Hey, don’t blame yourself. It was an accident.” You tried to reach for him.

“You almost died.” Sam stroked your hand.

“How many times have you almost died?”

“It’s my job. I’m Captain America.” Sam brought the cup back up to your lips.

“Sam, how did you open the door?” You probably wouldn’t remember this conversation but you thought you would ask anyway.

“I tried to force it open, I didn’t have time to get the suit. Zemo held Ross at gunpoint. I gave him my watch.” Sam chuckled.

“No one stopped him? None of the guards?” You asked, Sam shook his head.

“He won’t be allowed of his cell for a while.” Sam shrugged. Zemo will earn it back.

“Sam, where’s Bucky?”

“Next door. They are running some tests. We might head to Wakanda. Everyone will get alerted if he sleepwalks again.” Sam stroked his thumb on your hand. No, I don’t want that. No one needs to be scared of him.

“Bucky will be fine; we just need to convince him.” You knew it would take time. Sam nodded and looked to the door.

“Sam go and sit with him, he needs you more.” You were feeling drowsy. Sam stood and walked to the door.

“And Sam, delete any footage. Bucky will try to watch it.”

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Your eyes opened again. You were still in the same bed, same weightless feeling. Your eyes stopped at Bucky sitting on a chair away from you. His head in his hands. Your heart ached. You tried to reach your hand out to him, but it didn’t happen.

“Bucky, come here.”

He looked up, his face was pink, almost as if he had been crying. No, it’s ok. He got up and walked over to you. “I’m so sorr-.” He choked out. You shook your head to stop him.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. It was an accident. I’m fine and not in any pain.” You giggled but Bucky’s face didn’t change. “Bucky don’t do that. It won’t help anyone.” You tried to sound stern. He nodded. He will be fine, he has to be.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do another mission. You won’t have to have that nightmare again.” You needed to assure him that everything was going to be ok.

“It wasn’t about that.” He looked up at you, it almost shattered your heart.

“Then what? Tell me and we can help.”

“Someone was trying to kill you.” He looked back down again.

“Who? Was it Zemo?” You knew that it would break you if he said that.

“No, not him.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. A wave of tiredness overcome you.

--

Your eyes opened and you felt slightly more awake than before, but you still didn’t feel any aches or pains. Bucky and Zemo were standing at the foot of your bed. Zemo had a book in his hand. How long have I been out?

“How did you get here?” You frowned at Zemo.

“I got him out, he saved you from me. I owe him.” Bucky gripped the metal at the end of your bed.

“Bucky, he saved you from a nightmare. I’m fine.” You managed to sit up a bit.

“You don’t owe me anything James.” Zemo tapped his fingers on the book. Bucky moved two chairs next to your bed, they both sat down. You noticed a guard outside walk into the room. Why are they being weird with Zemo again? Oh yeah, gun, Ross. Zemo opened the book and you leant back and closed your eyes. You knew you would fall asleep quickly.

“What’s the book about?” Bucky’s asked.

“It’s a classic James. Anna Karenina. It’s a love story. Anna falls in love with the wrong person.” Don’t listen. You turned your head to face away from them keeping your eyes closed. The movement was too fast and your head spun. You begged for the drugs to take you under before Zemo started reading.

--

Your eyes shot open and Maria was standing next to you, eyes fixed on a tablet as she swiped through.

“Maria, I need you to put me to sleep.” She put the tablet down on the edge of your bed, opened a drawer and pulled out a single needle, filled with liquid.

“No Maria, for as long as you can get away with.” You couldn’t have that entire book read to you. Maria nodded and sunk the needle into arm.

--

When you woke up, you could feel your body again, no longer weightless. You stretched out your fingers and rolled your shoulders a few times. There was a dull ache in your arm and leg. You sat up. Maria was standing next you again.

“How long have I-“. You swung your legs and stood up.

“Two weeks. Healing works different around here.” You only then realised that you were not in any plaster casts, no sling. Wow. You took a tentative step forward. Maria held her arm out but you don’t take it. It felt odd but you can walk. Back to normal. Your lips spread into a wide grin. Maria held out a bottle of pills.

“You need to take it easy, no training. Take these.” Maria walked out. You walked to your room. It looked untouched, the same pristine feeling you had when you first walked in here. Just start over. You put the pain pills down, you knew you wouldn’t take them, you just didn’t want to. You took a shower and got ready for the day, in the same way you always had.

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You were sitting in the kitchen, Zemo made you Paprikash again. It reminded you of Wanda I miss her. He placed a whiskey next to it and sat down opposite you. You were careful to avoid Zemo’s eyes and his body. You stepped back every time he was too close, you kept your head down. You could start again, you just needed to forget a few things. You kept all conversation light as you spent the day with him. You felt the aches all day but you ignored them. Sam walked into the kitchen and squeezed your shoulder. He got a bottle of water out of the fridge and turned to Zemo.

“You know I didn’t thank you for saving her life.” Sam took a swig of the water. You couldn’t explain the feeling that came over you. You tried to forget everything, but it was all there, sitting at the surface.

“MY LIFE! Where do you think Bucky would be right now if Zemo didn’t open that door?” You were standing, vibrating. Rage filling your mind. You picked up the glass and launched it across the room. “FUCK!” You heard it shatter against the wall. You rubbed your eyes. Your head pounded. You brought your hands up to your face. Calm down.

“Sunshine go and get your pain medication for me.” Zemo was giving you an out. A few minutes to collect yourself. Before you re-entered the kitchen you plastered a fake smile on your face. The shattered glass was gone. Sam was sitting at the table, you sat down next to him and took a sip of the fresh glass of whiskey. You felt your rage subside as Sam placed his hand on your back and rubbed up and down. Zemo took two pills from the pot and placed them in front of you. I’m not taking them. He stepped back, respecting the distance you kept with him all day.

“You are going to take those or , I am going to force them down your throat. I will give you the liberty of deciding what happens next.” Zemo folded his hands in front of him. You felt your entire body stiffen. What? Sam's hand stopped rubbing your back and his fingers spread out on your lower back.

“You're helping him?” Your voice at an excruciating pitch. You turned to Sam, his lips were in a straight line he was avoiding your eyes.

“Samuel knows what's best for you. You are in pain, he doesn’t want to see that” Zemo dropped his hands to his side. You turned around and saw a guard walking past the door. You willed him to look at you.

“I'll scream.” You heard your voice break. But you were not willing to back down.

“Scream then. Do you think the guards will shoot me or Captain America first?”

“You’re manipulating me.” You couldn’t quite believe this was happening. Fucking asshole.

“And you think I'm above that?” Zemo tilted his head at you.

“I did.” Your voice was shaking. You looked at Zemo hoping he would soften but as soon as you saw his face you could tell that wasn’t going to happen. He took a single step towards you and you snatched the pills and threw them into your mouth. Sam started to rub your back again and held the whiskey up to you with his other hand. You drained the glass. Zemo might have won today but Sam wasn't always around. He couldn't do this tomorrow. You smirked. Zemo sighed.

“The guards will be briefed by tomorrow. You will take them as instructed.” Punch him, right now. “But if you really test my patience, I'll get James to do it.” Zemo moved towards the bottle of whiskey.

“Bucky won't do it.” You glared at him as he walked towards you and refilled your glass, he chuckled.

“Would you like to test that?” Zemo’s eyes glinted as he looked up at you. Like you had already lost. That he knew better.

“Yes, actually I would.” You said defiantly, Bucky wouldn’t you were sure of it. You stood up as tall as you could opposite him. Zemo looked amused almost as if he was trying to stop himself from laughing at you. He was mocking you . The anger coursed through you again.

“Fuck. You.” You said it with as much spite as you could muster. You had to stop yourself from bouncing your own head off the table when you caught yourself glancing at his lips. It only fuelled your rage. Zemo glanced at Sam and smirked.

“Something tells me, you would quite enjoy that.” Zemo rocked on his heels. You growled and lunged yourself at him. You snatched his hand and pulled him against you. The heat radiating from him turned your anger into something else. Your inner voice laughed at you. You whirled around and stomped out of the kitchen dragging Zemo behind you. IN FRONT OF FUCKING SAM. You hoped Sam would pass that off as Zemo being Zemo.

You got to Zemo’s cell and your briefly considered shoving him onto his bed. Then you wondered how many times you could hit your head against the wall until the guards pulled you out. Zemo walked through the glass door and sat on his bed you hovered by the door. He stared at the door; you know what he wanted. You straightened yourself up, tapped your watch to the door, it slid shut and obscured.

“You believe I opened that door to save James.” Zemo’s voice was softer now.

“You did save Bucky.” You leant your head back against the wall.

“Yes. I respect James. I like James, but I do not lov-.”

“Don’t. Don’t say that.” You couldn’t hear the words; it wouldn’t be fair. You closed your eyes.

“The Winter Solider no longer exists. But now you serve as a daily reminder of what he is capable of.”

“It was an accident Zemo.” You groaned.

"I do question if James believes that.” Zemo’s soothing voice shot right through you. Yes. I, I think so. You didn’t answer. Your eyes filled with water and you blinked the tears away.

“I think you should leave.” Zemo hung his head low.

“Ok good night Zemo, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You raised your arm up but stopped when he spoke again.

“No, I mean leave here. The Raft. You are in pain. James is in pain and so am I. Everyone suffers, the longer you stay.” Zemo smiled for a fraction of a second. You stopped a sob in your throat. No, I didn’t mean for this to happen. Any of it.

“Could I ask you for a favour. Or more specifically a favour from Wanda? You told me she can create false realities, erase memories.”

“The nightmare? Zemo I can’t ask her to do that. She would have to do that to everyone who works here, everyone in Wakanda. It’s too much to ask. Everything will be fine.”

“No Sunshine. Just one person.”

“Zemo that’s pointless, if she took that memory from me everyone else would still remember. I’m not traumatised by it, I’m fine.”

“That’s not-“

“Then what?” You shrugged.

“I want Wanda to take you from me.” Zemo was staring at the floor. Your hands flew up and covered your mouth. You waited for the lump in your throat to dissipate.

“That’s what you really want?” You spoke through your hand, your voice broke. Zemo didn’t answer or look up. The lump in your throat came back. You slammed your arm to the door and ran to your room. A few guards tried to stop you, but you kept going. Tears streamed down your face. You stood outside the door to your room for a few minutes and wiped the tears away. You opened your door to see Bucky sleeping in the corner of your room with a pillow. He scrambled up and walked straight past you.

“Bucky what are you doing? Sleep in the bed.”

“I can’t be near you.” He didn’t even turn around as he walked down the corridor. You slid down the wall. You rested your elbows on your knees and held your head. How did this happen? Silent tears fell from your eyes as you sat there. You looked up as a guard run over to you. He looked at the door and went to press something on his watch, thinking Bucky was having another nightmare.

“No.” You choked out. You hung your head back to the floor. More water filled your eyes. The guard sat down next to you. You knew you could spend every day telling Bucky everything was ok. You just couldn’t convince yourself he would listen. You tried to remember the last time he kissed you, hugged you, held your hand, you couldn’t. Zemo was right, everyone suffers the longer I stay. The guard stayed until your sobs stopped. He patted your back and left. I’ll ask Fury for a different job and say goodbye to Zemo. You sent a quick text to Sam.

Bucky deserves the world. Take care of him.

You passed guards who all smiled at you, you smiled back, you were about to make everything ok again. The glass door slid open. Zemo was sleeping, with his back turned to you. You looked around his cell, you had so many memories here. You ran your finger along all of the books Zemo read to you. You never chose the books, he did. Ancient Egypt, Ancient Greece, Rome, the World Wars, American Presidents. He told you that you missed out on a proper education. You knew you would miss his voice, but you caused too much pain, you had to go. You hoped Zemo wouldn’t fall back into his old habits.

Your finger stopped on the last book, he didn’t read you this one. It was one he asked for after that tragic game of poker. You opened it, it was hollowed out. In place of the pages there was a watch, there was only one watch like this. Ross’s watch, the one that opened outside. How did he get it? The last time Zemo saw Ross was that night? Well that you knew of anyway. You wondered what Zemo was waiting for? Me. You snapped the book shut at that thought. Zemo woke up. Shit. He looked at the book in your hand and the glass obscured. Run. He stepped towards you and you walked back until you hit the wall. This is not running.

He placed his hands on the wall behind you, crowding you, fencing you in. Your breath hitched and you felt your heart pick up. You wondered what kind of power he held over you? He wasn’t even touching you. He looked enchanted by you, but you were the one enchanted. You were intoxicated by him, paralysed, utterly at his mercy. He dropped his head and breathed against your neck, goosebumps ran down your spine and he chuckled at your reaction. He had you trapped and you both knew it, you had a chance to walk out of the door, you could even run now, but you wouldn’t. Being with Zemo just felt incontrovertible. You would do anything he ever asked of you, without question. You raised the book it cuts through all of the tension, every unspoken word, every touch that had meant so much more.

“Zemo, get me out of here.”

Next Part: https://www.tumblr.com/zemossunshine/670355833976127488/sunshine-chapter-12?source=share

[zemossunshine]

Sunshine Chapter 29

Pairings: Zemo x You  Bucky x You

Summary: Falling in love with a villain. This will start sweet and then go very dark.

Tags: Explicit. Mature. Not for minors. Dark. Angst. Knife play. Depression. Suicidal thoughts. Self Harm . Vomiting. Nightmares. Sleepwalking. Torture. Smut. Broken Bones. Blood. Injury. Violence. Rough Sex. Rape. Kidnapping. Spanking. Unhealthy Relationships. Mental Health Issues. Anal Sex. Orgasm Delay. Fear. Blow Jobs. Sexual Violence. Suicide Attempt. Reference To Domestic Violence. Sleepwalking. Memory Loss. Gen Violence. Threats. Manipulation. Manipulative Relationship. Murder. Death. Loss Of Parents. Implied Alcohol Abuse. Threats Of Rape. Non Consensual Drug Use. Emotional Manipulation. Gaslighting.

Warnings for this chapter: Suicide attempt, gaslighting, manipulation & violence.

A broken heart is all that’s left. I’m still fixing all the cracks. I'm afraid of all I am, my mind feels like a foreign land. Silence ringing inside my head, please carry me, carry me, carry me home. I spent all of the love I saved. I got addicted to a losing game. All I know, all I know. Loving you is a losing game. Lyrics owned by Duncan Laurence.

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Did you ever know what Zemo was capable of?

Did you?

Did you really?

Oeznik warned you and you didn’t listen. He told you that Zemo had changed, that he was different with you, that he wasn’t always like this. And you were the thing that changed in his life. You were the difference. You had made Zemo this way. Oeznik tried to tell you over and over and you brushed him off.

You thought about going to the police, but what would you say? ‘Zemo said some things about my past that I don’t remember.’ You would be laughed out of the building, not that it mattered anyway, you couldn’t leave until Zemo got home.

You could have called someone to help, if you had a phone. Even then you weren’t sure what to say. Zemo didn’t actually do anything to you, he scared the living shit out of you, sure. Zemo had a reputation, he was terrifying, that was the point of his pardon, he could get things done that no one else could. What could anyone really do? Zemo implanted a tracking device in you and he would never stop. Every time he threatened you it went up a level and you didn't want to know what came next.

Last night you made absolutely sure that Mark didn’t see what you could do, you made sure you didn’t specifically say it, you did not reveal yourself. Mark only knew because Zemo declared that you had powers. Powers that were apparently useless against Zemo, or anyone you loved? Did the pain run back? You didn’t know, you didn’t really care at this point. Zemo had pushed you into using them last night, pandering to your desire to preserve life. Did Zemo go too long without quenching his thirst for blood? Zemo used your powers as an excuse. And now Mark was dead, another life to add onto the growing list.

You didn’t sleep, you waited until the effects of the drug wore off, vomited a few times. You got up, made yourself a coffee, inhaling the scent, trying to focus on something else. You sat at the kitchen island and waited, you didn’t bother wrapping your arm, what was the point? You couldn’t do it alone anyway. When the metal clinked you had no reaction, you had succumbed to whatever came through that door.

“Mark is with the authorities.”

Oh well, let’s forget the whole thing then.

“Were you like this with Heike?”

“No.”

You already knew that, it was because of what happened to Heike that he was this way with you. You turned to look at him, to see if he was even sorry and after all this time you couldn’t tell. At the very least the darkness in his eyes was gone.

“What have you done?” Zemo accused. You knew he would see it straight away, he knew every inch you inside and out. That's what made it so easy for him to hurt you. A new singular black fleck, Zemo had caused you so much pain that your powers grew, only by a fraction, but it was there, clear evidence. You didn’t do it, he did. And if he carried on, you wouldn’t be his Sunshine, he would push and push until Hydra would get everything they wanted. You, the very worst version of you. Zemo always said you were priceless to him, how much value would you have to the world as a weapon?

“What was it, that I did last night?” You needed to know, you didn’t break his one rule. Zemo always told you there were consequences for your actions, not that there were any consequences for his. Zemo looked at you with nonchalance, he didn’t answer, which meant either, he couldn’t admit it, or he thought what he did was ok. But you needed to hear it, you needed to know. Please Zemo.

Zemo pursed his lips and looked down, almost as if he were ashamed. “Nothing.”

“Nothing.” You confirmed. “I did nothing.” Proving your theory right, Zemo wasn’t capable of control any more because you were in his life now. You would receive his wrath no matter who ignited it. You were the problem.

“I will apologise and we will move forward.”

Move forward? You briefly wondered what lies you would have to tell Bucky, Sam, Maria to explain the new fleck in your eye. Being the person Zemo loved came with conditions and rules and you couldn’t do it, you couldn’t lie again. “I’m going to walk out of that door and you’re going to let me.”

This was Zemo’s last chance. Zemo pulled his phone out and put the house into lock down, he couldn’t let you leave, he refused. You nodded in acceptance, a part of you knew he would do this. No one could get in, but no one could get out either. Your lip quivered. You pulled out a gun hidden in the kitchen, Zemo made no move towards you and you knew before you opened the barrel it was empty. He would always be able to anticipate your actions before even you knew what you were going to do. Your stomach was in knots. ”I’ve never had a choice have I?”

“You do.”

“But only if it’s what you want.” Your eyes fell to the knife block.

“You can’t overpower me Sunshine.”

“I don’t have to.” You reached out and bullets flew past you from Zemo's loaded gun, until the knife block was unrecognisable.

Zemo pulled you into his arms. “I behaved irrationally. Please Sunshine, please. Let’s discuss this, truly I am sorry. I am so sorry.” Was sorry enough? Zemo ran his hand up your back into your hair and you hated that safe feeling that washed over you, you knew you would be safe in his arms. No harm would ever come to you. Safe from anyone. Safe from everything. Safe from everyone.

Everyone.

From everyone but him.

You ran your hands up the holster straps and rested them on the back of his neck, one arm weaker than the other, your heart shattered, you knew you were about to break his heart. “So am I.” Before you lost the courage you pushed your wrists into the blade of his sword hidden in his coat and dragged down. Zemo wasn’t leaving you any other choice, if you asked anyone for help you would only put them in harm’s way, in Zemo’s way, he would cut down anyone in his path. If he carried on you would become something else. You pulled your arms away and hung your head, mortified at yourself. You would burn the world to get to me, I can’t let you.

“You would force me to watch this?” Zemo snapped. Zemo’s first instinct was to manipulate you, but it didn’t matter. You would bleed out in under an hour and you knew he would know that. You felt guilty enough as it was. You sat on your beautiful white floor as the red tainted it, ruining it forever. Zemo held your arms above your head, his eyes darted around the kitchen, searching for something to save you.

“You cannot die. I won’t live without you.” Zemo pressed.

“Yes you can.” You sobbed, he had before and he would find a way again, Ozenik would help him, hell even Bucky would. The blood had formed a puddle underneath you, you started to feel drowsy. “I love you.” You wanted him to know that this didn’t change how you felt. You fought against your eyelids becoming heavy. A bang came from inside the kitchen island, you wondered if it was your brain firing off its last cylinders. Zemo stood, gripped the edge of the counter and slid it across the floor. Bucky emerged. What the hell?

“What have you done, huh?” Bucky smiled softly at you. You tried to push away but you were too weak. Bucky took off his t-shirt, tore off two strips, he wrapped one each around your wrists tightly. Bucky, please. He held your arms above his head and looked at you with nothing but disappointment. He and Zemo held their palms to the base of the kitchen island and a compartment opened with blood bags in. Why do you have that? Bucky pushed you upright, one palm on your stomach, the other still holding up your arms. Bucky growled something out in Russian and Zemo stopped, he looked at you with utter horror and regret, you knew what he said. You were dying.

“No” Zemo said with defiance, desperate to believe it himself. “No.” he said again this time with finality.

You closed your eyes and drifted away.

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You opened your eyes and you were in the back of a blacked out SUV, Bucky was driving, all you could see was clouds, but your first thought was of Zemo, wondering where he was, wondering who was taking care of him, if he was with Oeznik or Sarah, he wouldn’t be at the Raft, you would argue against it. You lifted your arms, there wasn’t even a bandage, not a single trace, even the bite mark was gone, your arm wasn’t even broken any more. How long had you been under? Two weeks? That’s how long it took to heal last time you broke a bone, but then you had the medicine from the Raft, maybe Bucky got hold of it. Bucky managed to keep control with Zemo, he was so intent on keeping you alive, maybe he didn’t know why you did it and you wouldn’t tell him. You needed to thank him regardless, for helping you both. You could ask the questions you needed to later. You wanted Zemo to be ok. Wherever he was and wherever you were going, you assumed you were on your way to Maria. She would assign you somewhere, maybe you would end up back at the Raft.

The car stopped, Bucky opened the back door and pulled you into him. You didn’t feel weak or tired, you still felt embarrassed at your actions, you clung onto him with your eyes closed. He pulled you up and started walking. The air was cold here, you cracked open an eye to see trees. You recognised those trees. Your heart plummeted to the ground and kept going. You pushed yourself off Bucky and stared at him in disbelief. Bucky, please, no. Bucky looked over your head, his face hard.

You bolted back to the car, refusing to turn to look at what Bucky could see. You screamed as the glass shattered, the key was crumbled in Bucky’s hand, he sprinkled the remnants on your lap mixing with the glass. He wretched off the door and flung it as if it were a tissue. Your heart hammered. Bucky brought you here, not Zemo, Bucky did this. You held onto the steering wheel as if it were any hope you had left.

“Why?” Why am I here, why are you doing this? Why? Just why?

“This-” Bucky pointed at the house. The original house. “It’s where you belong."

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