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Dancing in the rain

Pairing: Baron Helmut Zemo × Gender Neutral! Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiled at you. "Of course."

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averagewriter-inthedark · 1 year

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Love Across the Galaxy 🌌 | Helmut Zemo Imagine

Contains spoilers for GOTG Vol.3

Link to my Marvel masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Baron Helmut Zemo x Roman Goddess/Guardians!reader (romantic), The Thunderbolts—Baron Zemo, Bucky Barnes, Thaddeus Ross, Valentina Alegra De Fontaine, John Walker, Ghost, Justin Hammer, Taskmaster, Yelena, & Red Hulk (platonic), The Guardians of the Galaxy—Quill, Mantis, Nebula, Drax, Rocket, Groot, Kraglin, & Cosmo (platonic)

Content Warnings: profanity, light angst, fluff, mentions of death, fighting & violence, spoilers for GOTG Vol.3 (don’t read if you haven’t seen it!) | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 4.9k

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

Premise: In which Baron Helmut Zemo, hater of the Avengers and desire to rid the planet of enhanced beings, becomes a member of the antihero team led by General Thaddeus Ross & CIA Director Valentina Fontaine where he meets the legendary group of misfits turned Guardians of the freakin Galaxy and loses his heart to a Goddess with a love for 80s music and talent for cutting of limbs.

Note: GOTG Vol 3 has permanently altered my brain chemistry and I cannot stop thinking about it. Truly the best film since Endgame & it’s inspired me cause I’m also back to loving Zemo again. I refuse to believe Marvel would give us a Thunderbolts film w/o Zemo so I will make sure he’s in this team.

After learning about all the Gods in Thor: Love & Thunder, picture you are Minerva, the Roman Goddess of Wisdom & War (Roman equivalent to the Greek’s Athena) and has cosmic powers similar to the Eternal’s Thena and has been with the Guardians since the events of the first GOTG film.

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Fall 2023

“I don’t see why we need these people to help us,” Zemo rolled his eyes, strolling beside General Ross with the rest of the team around them. Once outside the cool breeze hit him, ruffling the lapels of his coat as his eyes squinted from the bright light.

Ross lets out a tired sigh, “Because, Zemo, as much as it galls me to admit it this threat is far beyond what we can deal with. It’s not terrestrial and chances are these…” he had trouble coming up with the word, “let’s just say they’re more experienced for this situation.”

They all stop before the flight line. It’s clear all around them with no sign of an approaching vessel.

“Who are these guys again?” Justin Hammer popped some jelly beans in his mouth. John looks down at the file in his hands, making a face as he does.

“They call themselves…The Guardians of the Galaxy.”

“Oh God,” Bucky moans, immediately making mental notes to protect his mental arm knowing a certain talking animal was on the hunt for it. He was gonna have to sleep with one eye open.

Zemo raises his brow, “Friends of yours, James?” Bucky is not pleased by the assumption.

“I wouldn’t call them that.”

“Aren’t they part of the Avengers?” Ava’s tone is slightly disapproving. While Scott Lang and the Pym/Van Dyne’s helped her, she still got bad rep despite doing what she did to survive.

Zemo, not happy with the idea of working with Avengers, snatches the file from Walker.

“Not technically,” Ross replies while Zemo reads over the page. “They arrived with Thor in 2018 against the first battle with Thanos, remained an associate to the team while continuing whatever the hell it is they do in space, and returned in 2023 to defeat the purple bastard once and for all.”

“Did you fight with them, Bucky?” Yelena asks from beside the soldier.

“Yeah,” the memory appears in his mind. Specifically where he grabbed Rocket by the scruff and spun them in circles to cover more area as they fired off their guns. “Our interactions were brief…but memorable.”

The Baron had seen many things over the years, like the rest of humanity with the formation of the Avengers and reveal of intergalactic and enhanced beings, but to stay he wasn’t thinking, ‘what the fuck?’ by the picture in front of him would be a lie.

An earthling turned ravager, a blue mercenary, a woman with antennas, a genetically engineered raccoon, a living tree, a gray alien that could take down Thor, a man with a metal Mohawk, a telekinetic dog, and an exiled sword wielding Goddess. All misfits and outcasts, mostly space criminals turned superhero guardians of the cosmos.

Well….they were quite the bunch.

“They are not still with the Avengers, I take it?” Zemo wanders around, eyes lingering on the Goddess. White streaks adorned her natural hair color, eyes gold and lips painted with what appeared to be a permanent smirk. She wore a gold and white headpiece that had an owl extending its wings.

Name/Alias: Minerva, Goddess of War; Race: Deity; Planet of Origin: Caelum; Age: approx. 2500 yrs (39 Earth yrs); Occupation: Warrior/Mercenary/Defender of the Andromeda Galaxy; Allegiance: The High Council of Caelum (formerly), Guardians of the Galaxy, Thor, God of Thunder, The Avengers (formerly); Abilities: Cosmic manipulation, enhanced strength, agility, speed, & durability, thermal detection & mental teleportation; Specialization: artillery and battle strategy.

Ross let out a sigh, “only when the planet is about to go to shit due to an intergalactic threat. Which we’ve now got on our hands, but considering the Avengers are all on sabbatical I’m sending you in,” he checks his watch, “but I need all the extra hands and like I said, they’re experienced.”

Zemo stares at the blank sky, “How will we know they've arrived?”

“Believe me,” Ross mutters under his breath. “You’ll know.”

A loud rumbling noise caught everyone’s attention, gazes turning upward as a hexagon shaped breech in the sky revealed a very large spaceship in its wake, followed by the distinct lyrics of AC/DC’s ‘Back to Black.’

“Back in black. I hit the sack. I’ve been too long, I’m glad to be back. Yes, I’m let loose. From the noose. That’s kept me hanging about.”

“Oh my,” Yelena breathed out, hair flying back from the gust of wind. Zemo lifted a hand to cover his face from the leaves, as did the others, many wide eyed.

“I’ve been looking at the sky. ‘Cause it’s gettin’ me high. Forget the hearse ‘cause I never die. I got nine lives. Cat’s eyes. Abusin’ every one of them running wild.”

“Great song,” Justin voiced, grinning from ear to ear. The ship made its descent, music getting louder.

“‘Cause I’m back. Yes, I’m back. Well, I’m back,” it approached the tarmac, “Yes, I’m back. Well, I’m back, back.” wheels hit the tarmac, engine powering down but music still blasting, “Well, I’m back in black,” the ship doors opened, revealing steps extending to the ground, “Yes, I’m back in black.”

It was almost like a scene from a movie. Slow-motion if one will by how the Guardians exited their ship and stepped foot on the tarmac with AC/DC on full volume. All dressed in their new suits of red and blue leather with the Ravager flames on the chest.

Arriving in style.

Quill led with the rest flanking his sides. Drax munching on snacks while Nebula looked menacing and Groot towered over everyone. Cosmo had her tongue out in excitement, Rocket carrying his gun strapped to his back. Mantis’s chin held high, like she was on top of the world and Kraglin trying not to appear lost. Lastly Minerva was drinking a caprisun, Ray Bans covering her gold eyes.

Zemo tilts his head in amusement at the sight. He expected the Goddess, of war nonetheless, to have a more menacing approach like Nebula considering her reputation. But she was just as relaxed and laid back as Drax.

The Guardians walked several paces until they were directly in front of the Thunderbolts. It was then the music stopped, Ross being the first to address them. “You sure know how to make an entrance.”

Quill gave a smug grin, “We know.” Hands go to his hips, “You’re wearing a suit so you must be the boss man. Although I believe there’s also a boss lady we’re here to do business with.”

“Director Fontaine is currently occupied. She’ll be arriving in the morning.”

“I assume we won’t be knowing a damn thing until that happens, huh?”

Ross tightens his lips, “You assume correctly.”

“I told you we should’ve handled it on our own,” Minerva’s glances to Quill annoyed. Surprised by her voice, Zemo's eyebrows raised at her sudden input. Her accent was slightly Italian given her mythological origin is Roman.

Quill clicked his tongue, “We don’t have authority here, Minnie.”

“Midgard is part of the Andromeda Galaxy. Technically we should.”

Now the man was giving her a pointed look after Ross’s body language turned defensive, “I’d rather not get our asses thrown in Earth’s prison system. We go by the rules—the ones we established.”

Minerva grumbles under her breath, finishing the last remnants of her juice pouch, “Would’ve finished the job faster. They wouldn’t even know we were here.”

“Okay well, we’re doing things this way. We’re here as a team to work with a team. Right, Mr. Secretary?”

Ross’ disapproving eyes linger on Minerva, who in return rolls her own, before turning his attention back to Quill, “Yes. Now let’s move on shall we?”

He lets out a breath of relief, “Agreed.” Bidding a warning look to each of his teammates, they all wait for what the man in the suit has to say. Ross extends a hand to the people on either side of him.

“This is my team. All with different levels of skill and experience. Justin Hammer is our tech and weapons specialist,” Justin gives a wave, “Yelena Belova,” Ross points to the blonde in a white tactical suit, “former Black Widow and master assassin.” At the mention of Black Widow Rocket, Nebula, and Minerva all tense, faces becoming solemn at the memory of Natasha. They were the three remaining Guardians during the blip, becoming close with the Avenger.

“Ava Starr, she can phase through anything,” they all look impressed, finding the talent cool. “Antonia Dreykov, who we like to call Taskmaster.”

“Why’s that?” Kraglin asked intrigued.

“She has photographic reflexes and can mimic your fighting powers. Basically use your own moves against you.”

“Niceeee,” all the Guardians echo. Ross points to the two individuals in between Zemo and Yelena.

“Our super soldiers, Captain John Walker and I believe you all know Sergeant Barnes.” Bucky tightens his mouth with a curt nod.

“You still got that arm on ya?” Rocket muses, earning a nudge—well more like a kick—from Minerva. The rest of the Thunderbolts besides Bucky all become wide-eyed at the talking Raccoon…even though it said on the file he could.

But how the fuck else were they suppose to react to a talking raccoon?

All Bucky does is glare, “Don’t even think about it.” Rocket shrugs, “Worth a shot.”

“Why is that one carrying a giant frisbee?” Drax’s mouth is filled with Zargnuts. Walker, the man in question, becomes visibly offended.

“It’s a shield not a frisbee.” Zemo bites back a smirk at the soldier's tone. Not to mention the Guardians' reactions were priceless.

“A shield?” Mantis repeats confused.

“It’s a frisbee,” Drax mumbles.

“Like that circular object Minerva conjures to deflect attacks,” Nebula tiredly explains. Mantis’s mouth forms the shape of an ‘o’.

“And lastly,” Ross sounds just as exhausted as the cyborg, “Baron Helmut Zemo, former intelligence operative.”

“I am Groot,” Zemo’s attention goes to the tree alien, confused by his words. Minerva, seeing his expression, addresses it, “He says he likes your fancy cape.”

‘Cape?’ He thinks, but doesn’t comment on it and his perplexed reaction makes Minerva smirk. Instead Zemo says, “Well, I appreciate the compliment. Thank you.” Groot’s pleased, grinning wide like a child.

It’s then Quill’s turn to formally introduce the Guardians. The Thunderbolts bite back their own amusement at the nicknames and surprise of hearing the dog, Cosmo, speak through her suit with a distinct Russian accent. Afterwards Ross leads them all into the hangar, Minerva removing her sunglasses now that she was inside, allowing her gold eyes to be visible.

From there they all interact, awkwardly for the most part as they have no idea what the hell to do as they wait for further instruction. It soon becomes bickering and even challenging someone in hand-to-hand combat.

Well, what can you expect when a team of heroes meet a team of villains/anti heroes? Rivalry at its finest.

“Any day now, Quill,” Minerva groans, relaxing her stance. Across from her several feet away was Walker, confused by why she was taking so long to attack. They were standing in the middle of the squared off area with the teams surrounding them, but giving enough space to avoid being in the crossfire. Quill was scrolling through his Walkmen.

“What’s he doing?” Zemo whispers to Kraglin, eyes flicking back and forth from the human Guardian and the Goddess.

“Trying to find a good fight song. You know, get the vibes going.” Out on the square Minerva lets out a loud huff signaling her annoyance was increasing.

“Just give me another second—.”

“Quill.”

“I almost got it.”

“Pick a goddamn song!”

“Fine!” Quill shouts, randomly selecting the first one his finger hits. A second later Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry Like the Wolf,’ blasts through all the speakers attached to the Guardians arms. The antiheroes become perplexed, while also noting the song choice. Justin and Yelena started to bop their heads.

“Darken the city, night is a wire. Steam in the subway, earth is afire. (Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do)”

Minerva smirked, retaking her stance. As she lifts her hands, cosmic energy around her consorts to physical matter, taking the shape of a spear and shield in either hand. Wide eyes take over the Thunderbolts.

“Woman, you want me, give me a sign. And catch my breathing even closer behind. (Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do)”

“Wow,” Justin exhales. “In touch with the ground. I’m on the hunt, I’m after you.”

“That’s so cool,” Yelena muses, others muttering in agreement. “Smell like the sound, I'm lost in the crowd. And I’m hungry like the wolf.” Keeping his admirations to himself, Zemo watches the scene unfold in silence.

“First one to step or get thrown out of the square loses,” Bucky shouts over the music, “Ready….” Walker clutches the strap of his shield, Minerva twirling her spear once, “Fight!”

“Stalked in the forest, too close to hide,” Walker lets out a cry, charging at the Goddess. “I’ll be upon you by the moonlight side (Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do,” Minerva blocks his attack, pushing back slightly only to crouch to swipe at his legs, “High blood drumming on your skin, it’s so tight,” Walker dodges her spear, but fails to avoid her kick to his chest, sending him backward. “You feel my heat, I’m just a moment behind.” He brings his shield up in time as her spear barrels down at him. “Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do.”

They continue their one-on-one for several minutes, both coming close to getting the other out of the square and the song changing to ‘Cherry Bomb’ by The Runaways—a favorite amongst the Guardians. The entire time Zemo was mesmerized to say the least. Every move she made was effortless, showcasing strengths and ability to predict Walker's moves.

He hadn’t felt such attraction to a woman in so long. And here he was experiencing a feeling that was almost unfamiliar.

Ultimately Minerva wins the battle in what one would call a divine move. At the peak of the song, Minerva’s golden eyes glow bright resulting in the eyes of the owl headpiece to also glow and become animated. It takes form, coming to life and soars straight at Walker, throwing him off by covering his face.

“What the—uuugh!!” He’s flying through the air, back meeting the harsh ground with an audible groan. The owl leaves him, returning to Minerva and consorting back into a headpiece. When it does her eyes dim back to their normal hue. Her team broke out into whistles and hollars, meanwhile Walker’s were unimpressed.

“Guardians for the win!” Rocket cheered.

“I am Groot!”

“Never underestimate the power of Duran Duran!”

Minerva helps Walker up, “Not bad, soldier.” As she turns to head off the pad, her eyes lock with Zemo’s and a wink is sent his way. Heat rises in the Baron, glancing away to hide his smirk.

Oh boy, trouble was on the horizon.

Next Yelena went against Nebula. Their fight was even more intense and nearly ended in a draw. Eventually Yelena overpowered the cyborg and got her to step out of the square. It was a tie. Groot and Rocket teamed up against Ross in the form of the Red Hulk—which took a lot of convincing—the two claiming the win after fooling the General. Taskmaster beat out Quill, handing his ass to him which had the Guardians in a heap of laughter.

“I enjoyed that more than I should have,” Minerva teases, crossing her arms as she takes a spot beside Zemo. He glances at her, mirroring her expression.

“Not a common occurrence for your friend to lose a fight?”

She scoffs, “You’d be surprised by his record.”

Lastly Bucky went toe-to-toe with Drax, and of course Rocket had to yell, “Take his arm and give it to me!” And well….it ended with them tackling each other out of the square.They didn’t know who won at that point, so the teams were tied 2-2 initiating a debate on who should be crowned the best.

“Okay, let’s call it a day,” Ross announces, ending the squabbling between the groups. “Night’s upon us and frankly I could use a drink. We’ll return here first thing in the morning—7am sharp to discuss the threat and where to go,” he turns to Quill, “we’ve got sleeping quarters arranged for you all if you please. Otherwise my guess is you’ll remain in your ship?”

About an hour later, after both teams settled for the night, Zemo decided to take a walk around the flight line. It became a habit of his since joining the Thunderbolts. A way to clear his mind after a long day of briefings and training. He basked in the peace that came with being alone, but there were times he felt lonely and longing for company to share the peace with.

Ten years since losing his family and the pain never strayed. Yet, he managed to live with it. He accomplished his goal in 2016 when he tore apart the Avengers. Likely is to blame for the loss against Thanos resulting in half of the universe’s population turning into dust for five years.

Did he feel remorse for the consequences of his actions? Possibly. Did he regret it? No. At this rate he’s accepted the reputation he painted himself to be.

“Zemo, correct?” The sudden intrusion spooked the Baron, jumping slightly by the glowing eyes in the darkness. A moment later Minerva stepped into the lighting, eyes dimming to normal. She was still in her suit, though her hair was pulled back, white streaks seeping through the natural color.

“Yes, but you may call me Helmut,” he replied, nodding in greeting to the Goddess.

“Helmut,” she tests the name, “like the headwear people use when they ride bikes or spacesuits?”

“That’s one way to look at it, but yes I suppose so.”

“Interesting. What brings you out this late in the evening?”

He shrugs, “wanted to get away from the constant complaining of my comrades,” eyes go to the sky, “and I like to admire the stars.” Minerva moves to his right, glancing up as well.

“They’re much more incredible up close.” He peers down at her, not bothering to question her judgment. She lives in space after all.

“I bet so. I’m sure the view from here is nothing compared to what you’ve witnessed.”

She shrugs, “These stars you don’t even know if they’re still alive. It took years—possibly millions—for the light to reach Earth.” Zemo looks back up, focusing on the North Star.

“For all we know they burnt out ages ago.”

Their eyes connect, Zemo feeling a weight on his chest by the intensity of her gaze. It’s followed by unease when she says, “Natasha told me about you.”

Instantly he looks away, feeling an unfamiliar wave of dread. “Ah.” Here was a discussion he was not expecting, nor willing, to have.

But Minerva didn’t show criticism. In fact, her gaze and tone resembled understanding. “How do you do it?” The question took him aback.

“Do what, exactly?”

“Align yourself with people who go against what you stand for?” Minerva’s tone wasn’t condescending at all, only curious. “Most of your team are enhanced individuals—two are super soldiers to be exact. You went to many lengths to disband the Avengers and put an end to superheroes,” there’s a slight tilt of her head, eyeing the Baron with intrigue, “but you join a group consisting of people who fall between the spectrum of hero and villain where most are the exact thing you wished to eradicate. Not to mention led by two people you wouldn’t say you share similar moral values with. Why join them?”

For the first time in his life, Zemo was at a loss for words. Not a single word uttered as he tried to comprehend what Minerva had just confronted him with. How could he explain? Hell, he didn’t even know the real truth other than wanting to stay out of his cell. A big price to pay in exchange for freedom.

Minerva spoke again before he could respond, “I once committed an act similar to you,” the surprise is evident on Zemo, “Vengeance against those who were responsible for the death of my loved ones. It’s why I was exiled,” a frown appears, her attention returning to the stars. “So I understand you, probably better than anyone here. Understand why you committed those acts to destroy the Avengers. I don’t fault you for what you did—if I did it would make me a hypocrite. You’re not the villain Ross and the Avengers made you out to be.”

“How so?” His voice is strained, “what have you lost?” He didn’t mean to come off as defensive, but the conversation was bringing up emotions Zemo didn’t want to face.

“As Goddess of War all I knew was bloodshed. How to prevent it and how to fight it. Battle strategy was my domain, and the High Council knew better than to question my judgment,” she releases an exhale, “but Mars, the God of War and my brother, was my ultimate rival. He hated how much our father doted on me and agreed with plans I coordinated. It made him feel inferior. He’d do anything to prove himself.” Her tone remains neutral despite the painful memory surfacing.

Zemo remained quiet, picturing the scene as Minerva relayed it. Though stoic the Baron could see the pain and sadness lurking behind her eyes. Managing it as best she could for the sake of her friends. Who knows how many years it’d been since she lost whoever it was close to her. But the hole would always remain.

“To put it short,” she started again, bidding a glance, “Our home was under attack and his rash decision to slow down the enemy led to the death of my family—my husband and children.” Sympathy arose in the Baron, understanding her anguish, “An intentional move on Mars’ part because he believed I wouldn’t be fit to remain on the High Council after stuffing such a loss, therefore he would take my place as Head Commander of our armies and my father’s second Command.”

“He wasn’t exiled?” The question left Zemo before he could stop it. Confused by how the God avoided persecution for his crime, Minvera was shunned. “Your family was targeted.”

Minerva’s smile was bitter, “because their deaths were a result of war, the High Council viewed it as collateral. They failed to see Mars’ responsibility, believing he didn’t intend to kill them. So, I took it upon myself to bring justice. Not only to Mars but also the High Council.” Her smile fell once more, “I made sure they would pay. And they did, but it was far from over after finishing the job. Those who survived didn’t hesitate to throw me out to the wolves once I was contained.”

Zemo nods his head, “where did you go afterward if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I was imprisoned on Xandar for some time,” well they certainly had some things in common, “Once I escaped I became what your people would call a bounty hunter. Where it led me to meeting those clowns I now call my family,” she pauses before adding, “and escaping prison for a second time. Only it was to save the Galaxy.”

The laugh that escapes Zemo surprises him, “I guess it all worked out then.” Once more they lock eyes, twinkling against the stars shining down above.

“I suppose it did.”

Three Years Later

Zemo raced out the door the moment he awoke to rumbling that shook the foundation of his home. After three years he’d recognize the sound in an instant, only this time it was without warning.

An action that rarely occurred.

Throwing on his coat and house slippers, the clock read 2:30 am, flooding the Baron with worry. ‘What is she doing here at this hour?”

Usually when Minerva drops in she gives Zemo a heads up. A day or two’s notice, but recently he couldn’t get a hold of her and passed it off as the Guardians on a job. With the unexpected visit, so late at night, Zemo instantly knew something was wrong.

Hurrying out to the front lawn right as her ship landed, Zemo jogged to where the stairs extended. When they did, the doors revealed his Goddess, still wearing her suit, standing before him. Zemo noted the exhaustion painting her demeanor. Dark circles beneath her eyes, which appeared dimmer than usual, and scars indicating recently healed wounds.

His arms are around her the moment she’s within distance, her own around his neck, “This is a surprise.”

“Sorry I didn’t call,” the exhaustion was evident in her voice. Barely above a whisper causing Zemo to tighten his hold.

“It’s alright, darling. I’m just glad to see you are okay,” his hand runs along her hair, “wanna tell me what happened?” He hears her sniff, increasing his dread, “Close call?”

“Too many,” her voice cracks and there’s a pause. “We almost lost Rocket. We saved him thankfully, but then we nearly lost Peter. And I almost—,” she stops short, not wanting to relive her near death experience. “This was…it was too much for all of us, Helmut.” A kiss is pressed to her head, offering comfort.

“Let’s get you inside, mein schatz.” Zemo leads Minerva into the home, sitting her in the living room while he goes to put a kettle on the stove. Filling two cups of cherry blossom tea, Minerva’s favorite, he joins her in the living room.

After taking her first sip of the brew, Minerva removes the headpiece from her hair and makes herself comfortable before giving Zemo a play-by-play of the past three days. He stays quiet, listening intently but visibly reacts with each awful detail Minvera relays to him. From the unexpected attack from Adam Warlock, to the disgusting abuse Rocket endured at the hands of the High Evolutionary, to Quill nearly imploading in space had it not been for Adam’s change of heart.

Zemo’s knuckles turned white when Minerva spoke of what happened to her. Anger consumed him and he wished he had been there to protect her. Seeing his distress Minerva placed her hand on his, gently squeezing, “I’m okay, Helmut. I’m here now and we all made it out. There were many close calls, but we’re all alive and that’s what matters.”

Taking her hand, Zemo brought it up to brush his lips against her fingers, softly kissing her knuckles. “I don’t know what I would've done if I lost you, Minnie. I—-,” he stops himself to exhale, squeezing his eyes shut, “I would’ve found a way to fly across the galaxy to avenge you.”

“I know you would,” she murmurs, removing her hand but positioning herself in his lap. Arms snake around his neck, pulling him so they were inches apart. “I’d expect nothing less. Also I’d be a hypocrite considering I would do the same for you.” A playful smirk formed, “I was already plotting when Ross let you get captured by those bastards last year. Had it ended any other way, Ross would cease to exist.”

Zemo snickered, “I see we haven’t really changed completely despite our friends believing the opposite. Neither of us hesitating to return to old ways if it comes down to such circumstances.”

She smirks, “No, I don’t suppose we haven’t.”

“What a pair we are,” leaning in, his lips meet hers in a soft caress. Warmth seeping through his veins. That effortless high he believed he’d never have again after the loss of his family.

But he found it with a Goddess in the stars. Where love swept across the galaxy.

When they pull away after a moment, Zemo keeps his forehead against hers. Gold meeting brown. “I’m not sure I can let you go now, liebling. At least not for a while.”

“You never have to anymore,” her words have him startled, the man pulling away slightly to get a better look at her.

“What are you saying?”

Minerva’s gaze turns soft, though there’s slight nervousness, “After everything we all realized something. We found the family we were searching for, but some of us needed to find ourselves. Peter’s here on Earth to find his grandfather. Mantis is off on her own adventure. Drax and Nebula are on Knowhere to help raise the children we saved from the High Evolutionary. Rocket and Groot are leading a new era of the Guardians. And me,” she stops, emitting a gaze full of love that takes Zemo’s breath away. “I’d like to be here. With you, Helmut. If you’ll have me.”

If his heart could explode from the happiness Zemo was feeling it would. Tears were threatening to prick his eyes, the Baron willing himself to remain composed. “Oh, Schatz,” he croaked, cupping the side of her jaw. “I should be the one asking you that. Of course I’ll have you. I love you more than every star in the galaxy.” With that he kisses her, putting all his love and passion it causes her own eyes to water.

“I love you too,” she kisses him again. They remain on the couch, falling asleep eventually curled up in each other’s embrace. Their last thoughts filled with joy as they awaited the new adventure on the horizon.

An adventure just between them. A reinstated Goddess and a fully pardoned Baron opening the next chapter of their lives. Together.

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Snow Day | Helmut Zemo x m!reader

anonymous asked: Helmut with And this one's for you

summary: you and Zemo get to spend the day together, only it's the weather that makes you actually have a plan for the day.

tws: swearing, smoking, mentions of violence

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Snow was coming down thick and heavy, blanketing the outside the same way that a duvet would, completely covering and swallowing everything it touched; it was early, the clock hardly touching seven o'clock in the morning, and already Zemo could feel the bed beside him was cold and barren, and the smell of coffee was hard to ignore as he dragged himself out of bed.

The clouds were a thick grey, almost black as they clung to the pale grey coloured skies; the wind howled against the window frames and the doors, begging to be let inside, and the ice made everything so slick that even pigeons couldn't cling to the branches of densely covered trees. Zemo sighed when he saw you in the kitchen, standing in front of a white canvas; he tilted his head to the side as he let out a yawn.

His hair, usually so neat and so tidy, often slicked and combed so that every single strand would sit properly, was messy; sticking up this way and that way, ruffled and unkempt. A reminder of what had happened the previous night, as well as how he had tossed and turned in his sleep every time you broke the way that he held you so tightly; bags under his dark brown eyes, and even worse, his scruff was starting to grow out again.

The chill of the air was the first thing to hit his bare chest, making his breath hitch as he clenched his jaw slightly; it crept down to his bare legs, nearly gracing the waistband of his boxers as he wished that he had thought twice and had put his dressing gown on. Or brought the duvet with him.

"Mein Bärchen?"

You hummed as you looked at him, a smile coming to your lips as you gestured for him to stand next to you. "It's snowing."

"I can see that."

"I'm just thinking," you started, "the last time we were together when it snowed, when we spent all day watching horror films, all snuggled up."

He nodded slowly, his hand coming to the small of your back as he dared to flash you a tired smile, doing his best not to yawn and not to shiver. Fuck, you were so warm. All wrapped up in his hoodie, a pair of thick and soft pyjama bottoms, fuzzy socks; he wished he had thought of that.

"And you want to do it again?"

You nodded, daring to meet his gaze as you raised your brows a little bit. So fucking hopeful that he worried it would almost kill you. "Please? If you're not busy helping Captain America, that is."

Zemo scoffed, shaking his head as he let out a quiet hum, dipping his hand under your hoodie and grumbling at how warm you felt against him. "I think we could probably arrange it."

"Really?"

"Natürlich," he shrugged. "Anything for mein geliebter... mein Mann."

You wanted to roll your eyes, but you were too tired to do so as you broke away from him, forcing a sigh from the back of his throat as he shook his head and took a seat at the breakfast bar; it was his turn to pose in front of the white canvas this time, and before he could say anything, you were already taking a picture on your phone, making him smile as he wondered what could possibly go wrong.

Last time, he had the Punisher threatening him, as well as the infamous Wolverine; he wondered if they would do it again, given that they were your self-appointed bodyguards. That always made him laugh. They weren't bodyguards, just overprotective friends of yours... but, taking pictures made you happy, and Zemo would do anything to keep you that way.

He didn't say anything as you made two cups of coffee, merely watching you with the sort of tender curiosity that came with being together for so long; the first time he had met you was so long ago, now, but the memory was still fresh as wounding from barbed wire. He happened to be sitting in a little café with Sam when you had strolled in with Frank; he thought you were handsome from the moment he saw you, and when he heard your voice, he knew he had never heard a complaint about music in the car sound so good before.

Nothing changed since. He still knew you were handsome, still reminded you of it every time he got the chance; still loved to hear you talk, no matter what the subject was. Still loved to hear you laugh and to see your smile. You still took his breath away when you dressed up in the fancy suits and tuxedos he bought you for when he took you out; only ever the finest for the Baron's boyfriend. Fuck, you still took his breath away when you were wearing stained jogging bottoms and a ratty old hoodie.

"And this one's for you," you gently pushed the mug across the breakfast bar. "Biscuits?"

Zemo thought about it for a moment, pursing his lips before he nodded. "Sure."

He took the opportunity to check you out as you rummaged for them in the cupboard, chewing at the inside of his lip and trying not to say anything, but he couldn't stop himself.

"You look so good today."

You grinned as you brought the biscuits down, shaking your head as you scoffed. "You tell me that every day."

"And?" He raised a brow. "You look good every day."

"You're terrible," you told him, taking a swig from your coffee. "Smoke?"

"I'd love one," he agreed. "So, horror films and blankets today?"

You nodded as you started to roll cigarettes. "Unless there's anything you wanna do?"

"Be with you," Zemo said softly. "As always, mein Mann... you know I'm happy as long as you're happy."

You rolled your eyes but your smile didn't fade, and he knew that he had you exactly where he had wanted you; trying not to laugh, grinning, happier than a pig in shit. You were everything to him, all he needed from you was to see you happy, to see you smile, and he would do anything to make sure of it; if you said it would make you happy, Zemo would have gladly beheaded kings and stabbed princes, he would have happily brought palaces down to rubble and dust. Anything for his beloved, for his man.

Anything for you.

"Come here," he gestured, and when you were close enough, he grabbed you, and swiftly pulled you down onto his lap. His arms around you securely, kissing your neck ever so softly. "Whatever you want to do, mein geliebter, I will happily go along with you."

"What if I said I wanted to go for a hike?"

"I'd go with you," he told you sincerely. "Du bist mein Herz. Just don't go anywhere I can't follow."

"I'm messing," you laughed softly, grinning. "I'm perfectly happy to just laze on the sofa with you..."

"As am I," Zemo agreed. "So, is it a date?"

"It's a date."

"Now," he gently bit at your skin. "Do you want me to finish rolling?"

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Life Of Luxury - Helmut Zemo X Female Reader

Title: Life Of Luxury

Helmut Zemo X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Oeznik (Mentioned)

Requested

WC: 1,053

Warnings: Slight suggestiveness, and it's just too cute

The sun gently shined through the white curtains, hitting your face with its rays. You yawned and stretched, feeling the silk sheets against your skin. Raking your hand on the other side of the king-sized bed, you only meet with the cold sheets. You sighed before you sat up and scooted off the bed. You placed your feet on the fuzzy light pink rug below you, wiggling your toes as you stood. You slipped on a pair of matching pastel blue pajama pants that went down to just above your knees and slipped on your fluffy white robe. The neckline trim was fluffy, while the fabric was slightly see-through and airy.

You made your way to your husband's closet, grazing your hand across the hanging shirts hanging up, you stopped at one. Your favorite shirt of your dear husband's, a black button-up from Gucci. You loved how it looked on him. You grabbed the garment and quickly changed from your nightshirt to the Gucci one, leaving the last two buttons unbuttoned; showing off your clavicle.

You smirked at yourself in the full-length mirror and nodded. "Nice."

You chuckled as you walked out of the room, closing the door behind you softly. You then walked to your closet and headed in. You told your husband that you didn't need a walk-in closet like his, but he insisted that you had one. Passing the many Gucci, Chanel, and Juicy Couture, you went straight to your Pink leggings. Grabbing a pair of leggings that matched the now stolen shirt, you slid them on and threw your dirty clothes in your laundry basket; before hanging up your robe.

Walking out into the vast hallway, you got a running start before you slid across the marble floor on your socks. You laughed, trying to keep your balance, stopping as you entered the floor's living room. You didn't care if it was childish, you were having fun and taking advantage of the situation.

Walking down the elegant stairs, and taking a glance at the crystal chandelier above you, you made your way to the kitchen, where you then found your husband. There he was, cooking something on the stove, wearing a dark gray shirt and black slacks. His hair was still damp and stuck to his forehead; the scent of lavender wafted around him. He looked over at you, giving you a smile before turning back to what he was doing.

"Good morning, my love." You greeted, kissing his cheek.

He turned to you, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you into his side, "Good morning, my dear."

He placed the spatula down, turning off the stove in the process. "I made pancakes."

You smiled and gave him a peck on the lips, "Sounds delish."

Placing his hand on the back of your head as he pulled you closer, kissing you again, "You look lovely this morning. Is that my shirt?"

You giggled, "Maybe... Thank you by the way."

He smirked, took the plate from the counter, and handed it to you. "Here's breakfast."

You took the plate and headed to the table; sitting down in your usual spot, your husband following, sitting beside you.

"So, you left the bed to cook me breakfast?" You asked, pouring tons of syrup on your pancakes.

He shrugged, "I thought it would be a nice surprise."

You snorted a laugh before you popped a bite of pancake into your mouth. It tasted scrumptious.

"Hm," you hummed, chewing the sugary goodness. "Oeznik too busy today?" You asked teasingly.

"You don't like them?" He asked, and you shook your head, laughing lightly.

"Of course I like them. Honestly, they taste better than when Oeznik does make them... But, I did miss you this morning. I wanted to cuddle." You faux pouted, making Helmut chuckle.

"It tastes better because I add something to them." He spoke and you paused before taking your bite to look at him.

"What do you add?" You asked, licking your fork of syrup.

He smiled, "Something extra."

You raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, "And what is this 'extra'?"

He blushed, before placing a hand on his chest. "Love."

You rolled your eyes, sitting back normally in your seat, "Of course... But why is it that every time I eat your food prepared by Oeznik, it tastes just as good? Does Oeznik put love in your food and not in mine?"

He grinned, "Maybe."

Even though he knew you just loved to eat his food more than your own.

You smirked, "No, I think I am right."

He chuckled, "I know you're right."

After finishing your pancakes, and sipping your water, you spoke up again.

"Do you have any plans today?" You asked.

Helmut shook his head, "Not really."

You gave him a questioning look, "Are you sure? You don't have any work to do?"

He frowned, "I don't think so, why?" He asked and you smirked.

Standing up from your chair, you pushed Helmut's chair back before sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to him.

"Well, I was thinking we could go somewhere together today." You said softly, resting your head on the crook of his neck, "Just the two of us."

He chuckled, "That sounds nice."

You kissed his shoulder. "It does..."

He shook his head and sighed, "Where were you thinking?"

You smiled, kissing his cheek. "I don't know. I just want to spend some time together." You kissed him on the lips, "Alone. No Oeznik."

He smirked, "I'm not one to deny my wife anything."

You laughed, standing up from his lap. He stood with you. "Then let's get going!"

He chuckled. "Alright."

You grabbed your bag and Helmut grabbed his signature jacket, before heading down into the large car garage. Skipping to one of your favorite cars, you pointed at it with a smile.

"Can we take the Alfa Romeo?" You asked.

He nodded, "Sure." He spoke, putting on his maroon leather gloves.

He opened the door for you, before climbing in himself. Once inside, he started the engine, humming to himself as he drove. You sat in the passenger seat, smiling. You watched the city pass by outside the window, listening to music. You and Helmut spent the day just driving around, seeing the sites.

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Fanfics / Imagines recommendation list - Part 3

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Another blog with fanfics I like and recommend so whenever I’ll want to read again I can tap the link and other people can discover them as well~

Warning !!! : smut,fluff,angst . All of them are x reader.

Notes :

I have more saved in my drafts and reblog them or add them in another list like this one~

I'm also working when I can on recommendation lists with stories with other fandoms kinda like a warning? cuz you'll see me reblogging or posting lists with anime or something else other than marvel related content

Steve Rogers

Say it Steve @ussgallifrey

Wake Up Call Steve @ardentcupid

All these 3 by @punani

My girl Steve

Dead of the night Steve

+ this one with Christ Evans Before the birds sing

It's great @disasterofastory

Fingering with mafia!Steve @angrythingstarlight

butterfly @lanadelreyscokewhor3

it’s artistic vision,pumpkin @lanadelreyscokewhor3

+ this one with Christ Evans Three @rocketrhap3000

Bucky Barnes

Comfort @buckyodinson

Submission @peachstyles

Overly worried and Touch starved @multi-stann

Blurry lines @idy-ll-ique

Foot massage @tomhollandsstan

Sauna @tomhollandsstan

Stress reliever @lanadelreyscokewhor3

Heat @heavysoldat

in the late hours, i’m yours to have boxer!roommate!Bucky @cityofstqrs

+ this one with Sebastian Stan Good girl @rocketrhap3000

Bucky x reader x other characters

Dolled up Stucky x female!reader @stevesbestgirl

Siberia Stucky x female!reader @hellsenthero

Looks Like Your Husband Has No Objections Bucky x female!reader x Zemo @becca-e-barnes

+this one with Zemo

Zemo x F!Reader Headcanons - Cramps @buckyodinson

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Life Goes On (Chapter 11)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Sam, Bucky, and Y/N are in Madripoor. Y/N finally gets to see the Winter Soldier in action.

Warnings: Language, TFATWS spoilers

A/N: Sorry for the year long wait! I had really really REALLY bad writer's block, but I'm hoping to finally finish this fic. It's what y'all deserve for being so kind. Also, I google translated the Russian from the show as best as I could. It's not perfect, but we'll pretend that it is. Thanks!

Chapter 10

The thing that Y/N noticed immediately as she stepped off the plane was the humidity. The air felt thick and stuffy in Madripoor.

Madripoor is an island in Southeast Asia run by, you guessed it, a rotating variety of criminal gangs and terrorist groups. Y/N’s blood thrummed as she read up on the country during the flight.

Thankfully the A/C in Zeno’s hideout was still working, despite him not being there for a while. Zemo had given Sam and Y/N fake identities that they would hide under. Powerful people who no one would dare try to touch. Bucky didn’t need one, as everyone already knew him as the Winter Soldier.

Y/N was hesitant. Sure, she could pull off a few lies, but to try and fake out criminals? Liars who could spot liars? That would be difficult for her to do.

What was even more difficult was the lack of choice she got in her clothing. Y/N wore a short black mini dress with swirled silver glitter adorned to it. Her hair was pulled up, which was helpful considering the heat. The dress hugged her in all the right places and she was afraid that would stir up trouble. The black strap heels she wore dug into her ankles but she tried not to complain.

She took on the identity of Katrina Stachová, a daughter of an affluent man from the Czech Republic who did most of his dealings in Madripoor. Katrina Stanchová was apparently also involved with Conrad Mack, the Smiling Tiger, aka Sam Wilson.

With Zemo in the lead, the four marched towards their disastrous plan. Despite the numerous criminals that roamed the streets of Madripoor, Y/N was astounded by the country at night. The bright purple and blue lights lit up the skyline. The smell of the ocean was a little sour and foul, but Y/N disregarded it as best as she could.

“We have to do something about this,” Sam sighed. “I look like a pimp and Y/N looks like a lady of the night.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“No offense.” Sam grumbled.

“Only an American would think that a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp and the lovely Lisichika resembles a lady of the night. It’s called fitting into your surroundings.” Zemo argued back with Sam. “You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming, African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.”

Y/N laughed. “God, he even has a bad nickname.” She said, playfully hitting Sam on the arm. Zemo took the phone out of his coat pocket and handed it over to Sam. On the phone was an almost identical match to Sam. To the untrained eye, one would say that Sam and Conrad are identical twins. However, upon closer inspection, there is a mole under Conrad’s left eye, while Sam is without one. Zemo must think that the others won’t get close enough to notice.

Y/N heaved a heavy inhale through the nose and then out the mouth. Everything was just starting to settle in for her. She felt terrified.

“You smell this?” Zemo asked, breaking Y/N out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, what is that? Acid?” Sam replied.

“Madripoor,” Zemo replied. “No matter what happens, we have to stay in character,” He coached. “Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error.”

The group came upon a black car that was waiting for them on the bridge. It was parked perpendicular to the bridge, almost blocking their way. Sweat broke out on Y/N’s forehead. She felt sick to her stomach with nerves.

“High Town’s that way.” Zemo said, motioning to the skyline in front of them. “Not a bad place if you want to visit,” Zemo opened the door to the car, Bucky following in the back seat to let Sam and Y/N in. He hasn’t spoken a word at all tonight. And that makes Y/N really nervous. Y/N zoned out of the rest of the conversation, doing her best to pull herself together so she doesn’t sell them out before their plan of trickery even starts.

On the ride toward the club, the car is surrounded by bikes that seem to escort the quartet. Y/N swallowed hard and chewed on the inside of her cheek. She thought she was doing really well, holding herself together, thought that no one noticed.

Bucky’s fingers grabbed her hand, slowly intertwining their fingers together.

Oh, She thought. Bucky noticed.

Soon enough, the four arrived at their destination. Bucky subtly calmed Y/N’s nerves by holding her hand in the car. But now, she noticed, he was on high alert. He made sure that Y/N was in front of him the entire time and looked around his surroundings for any immediate threats. Zemo led the sailing group through a sea of people. Criminals making deals, counting cash, and yelling threats at one another.

When they made it inside the club, Bucky notice Y/N tense up, her shoulders almost touching her ears. She looked like she wanted to crawl and hide away. It took a moment for Bucky to realize that she was uncomfortable being around a bunch of men in a crowded unfamiliar place. Not just men, he reminded himself, criminals.

Bucky closely trailed behind Y/N careful to not let her out of his sight. Zemo, ahead of the group announced in a loud voice so that everyone was aware of his presence. “Я готов отвечить зимний солдат?”

Ready to comply, Winter Soldier?

Bucky's jaw clenched at the phrase. He swallowed thickly, eyes trained on what was in front of him. An attempt to ground him. Y/N.

Whispers broke out around the group. Whispers about the Winter Soldier being here. Shocked gasps entered his ears, making his skin crawl in disgust. He hated himself like this.

Bucky stood idly by the bar while Zemo, Sam, and Y/N ordered their “usual” drinks. It took every bit of Bucky’s strength to hold himself together when Sam almost threw up over his snake shot. Y/N downed her martini without thinking twice. Bucky leaned on the bar, as he watched this tall man, bald and bearded with many tattoos approach Zemo from behind.

He cleared his throat, causing Zemo to turn around. “Got word from on high. You ain’t welcome here.” The man said, head nudging towards the upstairs balcony. Zemo, cool and collective replied, “I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me..” He then turned to Bucky. Bucky’s stone-cold blue eyes glared at the man. The man smirked. “New haircut?”

“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo stated, earning the man’s attention again. The man seemed to grow uncomfortable and then retreated, turning his heel and stalking away.

“A power broker, really?” Bucky scoffed.

“Every kingdom needs its’ king,” Zemo replied. “Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?” Sam asked. Zemo shook his head. “Only by reputation. In Madripoor, he’s judge, jury, and executioner.”

“That’s one shitty justice system.” Y/N deadpanned. She picked an olive off of the toothpick of her martini. Bucky would’ve laughed at Y/N, showed some sort of appreciation for her deprecating humor, but another man, this one in a black beanie, sauntered behind the group. Bucky stood by, waiting for his orders.

Zemo sighed, seeing the man before he turned around and said,

“зимний солдат. ты атакуешь.”

Winter Soldier, attack.

It was expected for the man to grab Zemo’s shoulder.

But that’s only in T.V. shows, Bucky gathered. Nothing is ever perfect for them.

The man grabbed Y/N’s shoulder with a tight grip and Bucky immediately sprung into action.

Everything happened so fast. One minute Y/N was eating a gin-soaked olive and the next she was watching Bucky beat the living shit out of a man who grabbed her by the shoulder. Y/N watched in horror as Bucky dodged punches and then launched into attacks, metal arm clamming in human skin. Bones cracked from the sheer strength of his punches. Sam and Y/N couldn’t do anything but stand by and watch. Zemo seemed to egg him on, sending more enemies his way.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo smirked to Sam, sending chills up Y/N’ spine. She had forgotten that this wasn’t the Bucky that she knew.

The Bucky she knew liked listening to Frank Sinatra and playing rummy with her over a few beers. The Bucky she knew would sit and listen to her babble on and on about The Beatles. And he’d never complain about it.

But this Bucky, he was cold and ruthless. It made her stomach flip and her thighs shake.

The sound of a gun cocking made Y/N freeze and quickly swallow her vile. She watched as everyone in the room loaded and cocked their guns, just as Bucky slammed his latest victim into the bar. Sam laid his hand on Bucky’s metal soldier. Zemo cleared his throat. “Stay in character, or this whole bar turns on us.” He hissed.

Y/N watched as Zemo rolled his shoulders back and placed his hand on Bucky. “Молодец, солдат.”

Well done, Soldier.

Bucky immediately snapped out of his rageful “trance”. “Selby will see you now.” The bartender stated wanting to quickly get the group out from ruining the rest of his business for the night.

Bucky let go of the man. The man slid down the bar, gasping for air. Sam, with a concerned look in his eyes, softly asked. “You good?” Bucky did nothing else but exhale sharply in reply, before turning away and following after Zemo.

Regret was drowning in his blue eyes and Y/N wanted to scream and cry for him. He didn’t want to revert back to his old self, she knew. Her heart ached for him. She wanted to wrap her arm around him and tell him everything would be just fine.

But she couldn’t.

Because now she had to face Selby.

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latenightartist-author · 2 years

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Would anyone be interested in a Otto x reader see molar to the one I did with zemo a while back where she has feelings for multiple characters but chooses Otto since he’s not pressuring her into anything?

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krazykiki05 · 1 year

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There’s Just Not Enough Hours in the Day

Zemo accidentally had a daughter at 16 with a 17 year old. When she found out what he was doing back in 2016, she teamed up with the Avengers to help fight her father at the age of 19. During this time, she helped Bucky and they grew close.. She moved to Wakanda to help him readjust to modern life. When Bucky came back from the blip, he lived with her. He would miss therapy if it wasn’t for her. She would have never seen her father again if it wasn’t for him.

I Part 6 I

“Oeznik, we’re changing the course.” Papa calls.

“How’s your wound?’ Bucky asks.

“Fine. The bleeding has stopped.” I answer. I tear off a piece of the food and eat it. Bucky shifts to sit right next to me. I lean into his chest.

“Eat.” Bucky growls in my ear. It made me almost shudder. I take a bigger piece off and eat it.

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Since we had to leave the car behind, there was not mode of transportation besides walking to the new safehouse. I wasn’t too excited about it due to my injury, but oh well. Bucky had a hand on my waist the entire trip. “We are here.” Papa said. Bucky’s arm releases me.

“Zemo, help her. I’m going to go on a walk.” Bucky said. We all look at him confused.

“You good?” Sam asks.

“You alright?” I ask.

“Yeah. see you guys in a bit.” He says as he walks off. I wonder what that was all about. Papa is quick to take my hand and help me up the stairs.

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I was forced to the couch. My father went to take a bath and Sam was on his laptop. I was doing what research I could on my phone. That’s when Bucky walked in. “Well the Wakandans are here. They want Zemo. Bought us some more time.” He announces. I perk up.

“Were you followed?” Sam asks.

“No.” Bucky answers without a beat. He makes his way to me.

“How can you be so sure?” Papa asks. “Cause I know when I’m being followed.” Bucky snaps before planting a kiss on my lips and taking a seat next to me.

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“Your TT would be proud of you.” Papa compliments. He just wanted to say TT and mock Sam. He pulls out an urn. One I know all too well. I perk up. He pulls out some candy. “Turkish Delight. Anni’s favorite.” He explains. He tosses one to Sam before tossing two to Bucky and I. Bucky catches both in his metal arm. I grab the orange one, my favorite flavor. I was quick to pop it in my mouth. Bucky was hesitant. Examining it. I roll my eyes.

“Just try it.” I say. Bucky glances at me before opening it, popping it into his mouth as well. He was delightfully surprised.

“How's the wound?” He asks, lifting up my shirt before I could give an answer.

“It’s fine, buck. Stop worrying about it.” I say. His eyes snap to meet mine.

“Then give me a reason to stop worrying.” He snaps at me. I was a bit hurt. I don't think he's ever snapped like that at me before. I mean yeah we’ve had our arguments where things are said in the heat of the moment, but this seemed different. I adjust my shirt and turn away from him. He forces me to lay against him.

“So where’s our next stop?” I ask.

“You mean, where is our next stop. You’re not coming in your condition.” Sam corrects as he stands.

“What!? Condition!? I’m fine! I can walk and fight!” I defend, Bucky gets up.

“I know damn well you can’t fight because you can barely walk.” Bucky argues.

“Papa!” I called. Papa shrugs his shoulders.

“You need to heal. You can’t do that up and around.” Was all he said. I huff. Everyone was against me.

When the men were ready to leave, Papa came over to kiss me goodbye. “You better not be walking around here when we get back. We’re doing this because we love and care for you.” Papa whispered to me in Sokovian so Sam nor Bucky could understand. I nod but pout. He kisses my cheek goodbye. Bucky comes over to do the same thing, but I turn away right before the kiss lands.

“I don’t understand why you’re mad at me. I’m just trying to protect you.”

“You’re supposed to support me.”

“Protecting you comes first. Always.”

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“Shame what’s become of this place.” Zemo says as the three men walk up to the courtyard. “When I was young, we used to come here for fabulous dinners and parties.” Memories of Zemo as a little boy flash in his mind. Running around the tables with the fellow children brought. As a teenager, sneaking kisses with the cute girls. That was, until little Annika came along. Then it was showing her off and her cute nose everyone used to compliment her on. “I knew nothing of the politics at that time, of course, But I remember it being beautiful.” Zemo had to stop going because Annika would get fussy too soon for the trip over there to count. He remembers the lights. They used the exact same light from when he was a toddler, to when she was a toddler.

“I’m gonna take a look around upstairs.” Sam says. “See what you can find out here. Keep an eye on him.” Of course, that last sentence was geared to Bucky.

“I’ll stay out of your way.” Zemo jokes. Bucky walks past him. “Trouble in paradise?” Zemo asks.

“What?” Bucky was taken back by the question.

“I saw the failed attempt at a goodbye kiss. Who’s mad at who?” Bucky was so concerned about the mission, he just nonchalantly spoke to Zemo.

“She’s mad because we left her there. I’m mad because she didn’t tell me about the bullet wound.”

“You both are just trying to protect each other. Which is a good thing, until it involves secrets and imprisonment.” Bucky stops in his tracks and turns to Zemo.

“Imprisonment?” He repeats. Zemo nods.

“You did ask me to lock the front door, did you not?” He’s right. Bucky sighs and continues walking.

“Look, I’m not talking about my relationship with the father of my girlfriend.” Bucky state. Zemo shrugs.

“Fair.”

“All you need to know is that I love her very much. I would do anything in the world to keep her safe. And she’s too stubborn for her own good and that’s where I come in.” Bucky says.

#sebastian #Sebastian Stan #sebastianstan #bucky #Bucky Barnes #buckybarnes #bucky imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #zemo #zemo imagine #daddy zemo #helmut zemo #baron zemo #daniel brühl #sam wilson #captain america #captain america fluff

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a-strange-echo · 7 months

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Flufftober day 2: " Family, friends, loved ones"

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x reader

Word count: 540

Summary: It's not possible to never think about something as traumatic as the loss of a child, luckily he is not alone anymore

warnings: Angst and fluff, hurt-comfort, mention of dead son and wife, I think that's all, tell me if I forgot something

Author's note: A little late to this one (I'm shit at keeping track and having a writing schedule) but it's alright, normally tomorrow I'll post day 3 and 4 and we'll be back on track. Again this is not proof read or beta read so I apologize for any mistake there is, English is still not my first langage. The image is not mine, i found it on Pinterest.

Author's feelings: I have mixed feelings for this piece. i don't know how to feel about it :/

Already when Helmut woke up, he could feel this day was going to be long. There wasn’t any peculiar reason as to why he felt like that except the big void he felt when he suddenly remembered his lost family. He looked on the other side of the bed, the body that was still cuddled to him but didn’t feel anything this time. He felt a little guilty for it, usually, they always made him feel something, joy, love, sometimes a bit of irritation but right now? Nothing. He remembered his wife. He remembered he would never wake up to her face anymore. He knew that already. So why did it still hurt? Sighing, Helmut turned around in bed, his back now facing his waking partner.

They slowly blinked their eyes opened to try and adapt to the small light piercing through the blinds. They scooted closer to the man in front of them and placed a gentle kiss to his soft cheek, murmuring a small “Good morning.” they didn’t receive a response.

“You okay, my love?” they asked concerned.

“Yes, I am, liebling.” he answered in a small, groggy voice.

“Don’t lie, I can see something is wrong. Do you want to talk about it?” he shook his head. “Okay. Are you okay with me touching you like I am?” they rubbed their hand softly up and down his arm and he shook his head again, they took their hand off of his arm. “Do you want to be alone for a minute?”

“I don’t really know what I need.” he started. “I feel… empty.” he sighed.

Y/N hummed in understanding “I know what it feels like. Do you want tea? Maybe that will help?”

“I don’t want anything.” there was pause before he continued. “I miss them.”

“Ho baby.” they cooed. “Do you want to talk about them? Maybe telling me stories about them will make you feel better.”

“Can I just hug you?” the far away look in his eyes made their heart ache.

“Of course, my love, come here.”

He scooted closer to them, putting his head on their chest and holding their hand while they played with his hair. Helmut sighed softly, trying to focus solely on the feeling of his lover’s skin under his. He felt himself relax under Y/N’s administrations, he closed his eyes and tried to bask in the moment. Y/N felt his shoulders shake a little but instead of commenting on it, they started to hum a song softly, petting his hair even more gently. It felt good to have someone with you during this.

It had been a while now that the two lied there in bed, barely moving, not talking. This felt like an eternity in the best way possible. Helmut’s dark and depressing thoughts went away, not totally gone but for now he would okay.

“-Do you think they know how much I love them?” Helmut asked randomly

“- I’m sure they do.” they kissed his head softly.

“-I love you.”

“-I love you too, darling.”

And just like that he knew he would be okay. He won’t be happy everyday but he would be okay. As long as he is here, as long as he has them.

#helmut zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader #fic #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #hurt/comfort #fluff and angst #fluff #angst #non binary character #nonbinary

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fic-ive-read · 1 year

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#james 'bucky' barnes #bucky barnes #steve rogers #james 'bucky' barnes/steve rogers #peter parker #tony stark #t'challa #james 'rhodey' rhodes #sam wilson #baron zemo #family of choice #family feels #hydra #protective bucky barnes #protective peter parker #fluff and angst #hero worship

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yesimdelusional · 10 months

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Champagne Problems-Zemo x OC (wife)

Summary: Zemo gets drunk trying forget the loss of his wife and son and relives the fist time her met her. Based loosely off of Champagne problems by taylor swift

Warnings: Sad, cute, use of alcohol, mentions of death, cursing,let me know if i missed anything

But champagne wasn't enough. Not even the most expensive ones, which would usually be passed out at the most luxurious of parties. But this was not a time of celebration or joy. He walked slowly dressed in all black, eyes even darker than his coat, the poor man had lost everything significant in his life. As he reached the spot it began to pour rain and that only made him more miserable. Cold and wet. Clutching to the bouquet of roses he stared down at their graves. His wife: Adeline Dorothea Zemo. His son: Carl Helmut Zemo. He should have never left you both in that car with his father. Oh, his father, who taught him everything, to catch a ball, to write and read, and what had he done in return? Left him to die with his family.

"Draga, I have failed you." He sighs and sets the bouquet in front of her grave, the rain not letting up. He begins to reminiscent in the warm memories of when he first met the wondrous woman.

"Move out of the way! I'm so sorry!" Adeline was going as fast as she could on her bike. She had this crazy idea to attach a motor to the bike instead of having to pedal all over the hills of Sokovia. Her parents thought she was fucked in the head but that didn't stop her. And it had served her well for the first thirty minutes until she was being chased by the sokovian police for having an unregistered "vehicle" though she had tried to explain it was just a bike but they wouldn't take that for an answer.

Her once white converses which now had been stained brown from playing in the mud reached out and knocked over stacked boxes to slow down the officer. Her bright blue eyes looked over her shoulders laughing as they had to avoid them, her strawberry blonde hair blowing in the wind.

"Shit!" She lost control of the bike not looking where she was going, frantically moving the handle bars side to side trying to regain balance.

"Lookout!" She yelled trying to warn a teenage boy that had suddenly got in her way. But it was too late, she could see the shock on his face as she crashed into him pushing him to the ground landing on top of him. She lifted herself up, staring at the boy below her his chocolate brown eyes meeting hers. She had to admit he had beautiful features, his soft brown hair seemed to fall perfectly into place. Adeline shook out of her trance and stood up.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry! I did not mean to hit you I swear." She offered her hand to him and he took it pulling himself up.

"Don't worry, no harm done?" He smiled at her, he was quite angelic so she thought.

"Right." She couldn't help but laugh, pushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"Eh hem" She stoped laughing, body going rigged as she turned around to face a Sokovian officer. "You're coming with me young lady."

"Oh don't worry about it officer. She's with me." The man looked over at the boy and recognized him immediately.

"Of course, I almost didn't recognize you Baron Zemo." Surprised Adeline looked over at the boy next to her, he was a Baron. Out of all the people she could've hit, why him? She could tell the officer was annoyed when turning around to leave that she got away with it but she wasn't complaining.

"I am super sorry, I didn't even realize who you were and-" she trailed off listing all the things she was sorry about. "-and please don't kill me." She probably should've stopped talking awhile ago but some would say she was a professional at apologizing.

"Hey calm down I'm not gonna kill you." He reassured her.

"Oh well that's a relief." He chuckled, despite knowing this girl for less than five minutes he already admired her. Her blue eyes filled with joy and her smile shining bright, and the faded freckles on her cheeks.

"What's your name if you don't mind me asking?"

"Adeline." She held out her hand as she introduced herself, formally this time.

"Well Adeline, I was about to go get ice cream. It would be shame if I had to go alone. He smirked as he carelessly flirted with her.

She giggled catching onto his hint. "It would be a tragedy wouldn't it?"

He was abruptly brought back to reality as one single tear glides down his cheek. He reached over to grab the bottle of champagne on the table. He was now back at his house drowning his sorrows away. He dug into his pocket pulling out a picture of you laughing resting your newborn son on your hip and in his other pocket, his mothers ring that he had given to you as a symbol of his love and devotion. He sighed in thought and poured himself another glass.

Oh champagne problems.

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Hey guys i hoped you enjoyed this! it's my first fanfic. Good news this is only one of multiple that i plan to write so if you wanna be on the tag list let me know!

I plan to base these off of taylor swift songs so if you wanna request anything you can, you can also request different characters, specifically from marvel.

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sholiofic · 2 years

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We've got fluff with Zemo using Sam and Bucky as pillows, but how about Sam and Bucky using Zemo as a plushie? Squeeze that baron boys

After wandering all over the house looking for them, Sam found Zemo and Bucky in some kind of—was it a game room? How was it that he kept finding rooms in this house he hadn't even known existed? In any case, there was a big pile of pillows on the floor, and Bucky was sprawled among the pillows with his head pillowed on Zemo's chest and one arm across him.

Zemo looked like he was asleep, but when Sam came in, he opened his eyes and mouthed, "Help."

Instead, Sam grabbed a couple of cushions from a nearby couch and came around to their other side. Zemo rolled a little to track him, but was brought up short when Bucky snugged him a little closer.

It was fascinating to see Bucky sleeping like that. Sam rarely saw him really deeply asleep, and he could see why Zemo hadn't tried to get out from under him, even if Zemo himself didn't.

Zemo made an annoyed noise when Sam cuddled in at his side.

"Oh, come on," Sam murmured, toying with a curl of Zemo's hair. It was doing its humidity thing again, which was adorable at least partly for how much it annoyed Zemo. "You know you don't actually want to go anywhere."

"How do you know?" Zemo muttered, twitching his head in a half-hearted attempt to get his hair out of Sam's fingers.

For answer, Sam threw an arm over him, above Bucky's, so now he was thoroughly pinned. "Guess you should've escaped while you had the chance."

"Yeah, I really should have," Zemo said under his breath, but when Sam shifted his weight so more of it was on top of him, all Zemo did was wriggle a little closer.

#tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #wingterbaron #helmut zemo #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tropical fluff verse #general fluffs #squish that baron

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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Everything’s Set Up | Helmut Zemo x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: “I got all your favourite horror films ready to go, a couple of blankets, snacks, and uh… well, I’m here, too” With zemo please ?

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summary: Zemo has everything set up and in order for when you come home at night.

tws: smoking, swearing, horror film mentions

word count: 1001

Working twelve hours at work was harsh, Zemo could see it in your eyes and he could see it in how you often had no interest in anything but kicking your feet up and having a nice cold beer when you got home; he wanted to make you remember a simpler time and to treat you the way that you so deserved, even if it was for just one night. He got everything set up; from a stack of horror film DVDs on the coffee table, from the likes of Cannibal Holocaust through to The Human Centipede and Hostel and even all the way to Anthropophagus and Nekromantic. All the ones he knew that you loved, the ones that he knew you enjoyed more than anything. On top of the horror films, a couple pillows were laid out on the sofa so that it was nice and comfortable for you when you got home, as well as some extra blankets so that you could stay warm as well. He knew which snacks you liked, too, and about an hour before you were about to come home, Zemo had gone up to the local shops - about a ten minute walk there and back - and gotten everything that you could desire; he got stuff that he would need to cook, already in the oven and the grill so that they would be freshly cooked once you had gotten in and settled down. The packeted and tinned snacks, however, were emptied into various bowls and onto different plates, laid out across the table just for you.

Everything was clean, all the laundry folded and ironed and put away, there was nothing for you to worry about when you got home, but the second that you walked through that door, you didn’t even stop to say hello; just trudged on out to the kitchen and lit up a cigarette as you sat up on the counter and sighed heavily.

“Everything alright, Bärchen?” Zemo asked softly as he came around, standing between your legs with his hands on your thighs as he frowned, tilting his head to the side. Dark brown eyes just about glittering with the golden light that hung up on the ceiling.

You smiled, nodding as the tension seemed to just drop from your body, a puff of pale grey smoke leaving your lips as you tilted your head back slightly, exposing your throat to him just a little. “I am so fucking tired, mein Baron, you wouldn’t believe it - I felt like I was about to fall asleep on my feet like a fucking horse.”

He smiled at that, pulling you a little closer so that you could drape your arms over his shoulders, your chin on the top of his head as you closed your eyes for a brief moment; Zemo could feel your breathing, so soft and so gentle and so quiet. Steady. “You can relax now, you’re home.”

“Yeah,” you hummed, letting out a quiet yawn before you took another drag from your cigarette and grumbled, your eyes welling up with tears as you grumbled ever so quietly. “Yeah, no, no, you’re right, I just… I’m sweating and tired and fuck so would you be alright if I go and have a shower?”

“Natürlich,” Zemo whispered, helping you down from the counter and smiling when you put your cigarette between his lips; he didn’t want you to go, not really, but at the same time, he loved to watch you leave and he really was glad that you were at least only tired and that your mood wasn’t soured.

Still, he was more than happy to wait for you, finishing the cigarette and stubbing it out in the ashtray before he dared to head back to where the films and snacks were; he had a feeling that Cannibal Holocaust was probably the best choice, as he knew that that film in particular was one that you often described as a comfort. He opened the case, and carefully put the disc into the DVD player, letting the adverts play until it got to the home menu; he pressed play, and after a couple seconds, he pressed pause before he made his way to the sofa and spread out on it, leaving enough room for you to squirm yourself in how you wanted to.

You paused in the doorway for a moment, cracking a soft smile as you looked around. “You went all out, huh?”

“Uh, yeah,” Zemo laughed softly, coming to stand beside you, his arm immediately going over your shoulders as he cleared his throat, using his free hand to gesture as he explained, “I got all your favourite horror films ready to go, a couple of blankets, snacks, and uh… well, I’m here, too, if you want me to be.”

Gently, you placed your hand at the side of his neck, turning his head so that you could plant the softest of kisses to his lips, smiling ever so softly as you met those lovely dark brown eyes. “Of course I want you to be here - who else am I gonna cuddle into all night, eh?”

“My bad, I didn’t think about that,” he joked softly, guiding you towards the sofa and letting you get comfortable first. “Where would you like me, Bärchen?”

“Preferably under me,” you dared to laugh, getting up so that he could lie down and stretch out on the sofa before you dared to get on top, your head against his chest and one leg dangled over the edge as you hummed ever so softly, able to feel the gentle thud of his heart. “Much better… danke, mein Geliebter.”

“Ist kein problem,” Zemo reached for the remote control, and fumbled with it for a second. “Is Cannibal Holocaust an acceptable place to start?”

“You know me far too well,” you grinned, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. “I love you, Helmut, y’know that, right? And, uh, I really appreciate… fucking all of this.”

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