#baron zemo x reader
Hi ! 8 + Helmut Zemo, please ? 🎇
Exhaustion (Zemo x Reader)
Prompt: “Come Here, I’ll carry you.”
Word Count: 395
“Schatzi” means Sweetheart
The relief you felt as you and Zemo walked through the door of your home was immense. After being out all day shopping, you were exhausted, and although he didn’t say anything, you knew he was too.
You kicked off your shoes, “We’re never going shopping again.”
Zemo smiled and hung his coat on the rack, “You’re the one who insisted we go to every store in the mall, schatzi.”
“Well you’re the one who told me I could buy whatever I wanted! You can’t tell me something like that, I’m too picky Hel, I wanna buy everything!”
He looked down at the many bags hanging from his arms, most likely cutting off circulation. “From the looks of it, you did buy everything.”
You rolled your eyes and grabbed a few of the bags, helping him carry them to the living room. You both sat everything on the couch and you looked over at the stairs.
“Oh what I would give for a hot bath right now,” you fell onto an empty spot on the couch, your back aching.
“Why don’t you go take one then?” Zemo was looking through the stuff that was bought, pulling out the new bottle of his favorite cologne.
“Because,” you frowned, “I don’t wanna go upstairs, my feet hurt.”
Zemo sighed. “Come here, I’ll carry you.”
Before you even had a chance to reject, he was picking you up, one arm supporting your back, the other looped under the bend of your knees. You gasped in surprise, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck.
He chuckled and started making his way up the stairs.
“If you drop me-“
“I won’t, relax dear.”
True to his word, he didn’t drop you. He even went the extra mile, taking you to the master bathroom and sat you down on the counter next to the sink.
You watched as he went around, gathering towels, a fluffy loofah, and a silk robe, setting them all on the table next to the bath. Then, he started running the bath water, making sure it was the perfect temperature.
He looked to you once he deemed everything ready, and you couldn’t help but to walk over and kiss him. “You treat me so well, Helmut.”
“I simply treat you like the queen you are, my dear.” He placed a kiss to your forehead, “Enjoy your bath.”
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The Last Thing Left (Zemo x F!Reader) 1/?
Ghosts weren’t enough to hold two people together.
While they wait for Torres to locate Donya Madani, Zemo reflects upon his relationship to you, his only tether to his wife and closest friend.
Slow burn, previous relationships, angst, various mentions of death & mourning. You both lost your spouse. You're a regular civilian person. Zemo's wife's name is Heike because of comics.
Note: Main Character is neutral in most regards but the story was written with my own cultural background in mind. (In other words, I won't say what she looks like but I envision her as a POC.)
I meant to write a one-shot but as it turns out I have feelings for this man.
I'll have part two by the end of the day and hope to update steadily.
He looks forward to coming face-to-face with Karli, the girl responsible for the birth of a new faction of Super Soldiers. His plan was simple really: He would find her and end her, just as he did Nagel.
Sam and James lack the conviction to do what needs to be done. It’s that weakness that makes Helmut invaluable—that and he’s the one with the private jet.
It’s night, so he prepares a meal for the three of them in the little kitchen near the cockpit.
As delicious aromas permeate the air, James relaxes on the couch near the back of the plane. Sam sits across from him, attempting to contact an associate. He hopes the man can help them find Karli’s mentor, Donya Madani.
But Helmut knows from experience how strenuous locating displaced persons can be.
After all, when the Avengers left Sokovia in an irreparable state, he searched displacement camps for his remaining friends and family—finding the dead was much easier.
Sam’s associate won’t find Donya as long as she’s alive. They’ll have to wait.
In the meantime, the jet would need refueling, and he simply refuses to spend his time listening to Sam and James bicker about shields and symbols. They would need somewhere to stay.
“Now what?” James asks, his voice and disposition bitter as Helmut hands him the plate. He eyes the meal with suspicion.
“We wait” Sam can barely withhold his frustration with James, but he accepts the food with a nod.
“For how long?”
“For as long as it takes.”
Whatever this is between them, it’s fraying—ripping at the seams.
If it wasn’t so painfully ironic (and hilarious to watch,) Helmut would find the relationship between Sam and James a little sad.
Ghosts weren’t enough to hold two people together.
“I know of a place we can go until then.” Helmut settles down into his chair and orders Oeznik to adjust their course towards Spain. He’d know where to port.
The journey would be long and annoying, but he would handle it as handled every arduous thing: with patience and a glass of whiskey.
And his impending headache will be well worth it; he can’t wait to see you again.
You were a friend of his wife, an artist she met at University.
Heike longed to see the world outside the trappings of nobility and studied abroad. She didn’t expect to meet a friend so quickly.
You were there for the important dates — the engagement, the wedding, and the baby.
He’s known you for years.
But despite your presence in his life, Helmut never really thought to consider you a friend, not really. Heike liked you, you were kind, and the rest mattered little to him.
But when his wife hosted dinner for her milestone birthday, your life became entangled with his. Because on that day, you caught the eye of his oldest friend, Dominik.
His family had been nobility once, many years ago, but Dominik had no title; he was free to live his life with impunity. Society wouldn’t care if the person he married was Sokovian or not, and no one would talk if they weren’t from old money. There might have been looks or whispers, but most were content to him be.
He could have chased after anyone—but you enchanted him from the beginning. You came from a different world, a different place; he valued your perspective and admired your art.
“They would make such a cute couple, wouldn’t they?” Heike asked that evening, her eyes filled with mischievous glee.
Helmut remembered a particular day when he found his friend thumbing through a pile of books you considered 'essential reading.' He was never meant to read them all at once, but he was determined to impress you.
"I asked about her favorites," he told him, "She really likes to read."
Endlessly curious, Helmut read them too. (He found the one on Pre-Columbian art extremely insightful, as was the one on Marvin Gaye.)
But it wasn’t until a year later that he realized the true depth of his feelings for you.
Usually, when Dominik received your amorous letters, he would grin and gloat about it.
“Look,” he would say, waving the envelope around as if it were your banner. “I have someone waiting for me.“
But one night, after a tough mission near the border of Lithuania, Helmut watched his friend pull your letter from the pocket of his uniform. The night was damp and freezing from the rain, but he read it quickly, thumbing at the wrinkled page with a smile.
He was happy for him, happy for you.
So Helmut watched your courtship from afar, offering advice and guidance where he could. Eventually, he attended your wedding.
It took a great deal of compromise for you to move to Sokovia (you found the contemporary art and film cultures lacking) but once you did, he and Heike entertained you on holidays.
There had been no children between you, but there was plenty of love.
There was so much love. In fact, someone found your letter in his pocket on the day they pulled him from the rubble of Novi Grad.
“Does anyone know where his wife is?” An officer asked.
“Does anyone know where anyone is?” Another replied.
It was an endless cycle of death and sorrow. People found soldiers and civilians buried.
Some were alive, most were dead.
People cried, families broke apart, people begged and fell limp in the streets.
Helmut buried his entire family.
You buried the love of your life.
Not for the first time did you have something in common, but this was the first thing that truly mattered.
You had no one left.
You made a beautiful speech at the service, one that spoke to the volumes of love you had for him.
"I loved him," you said, "and he loved me. He made me feel welcome, made me feel safe."
But when the service was over, you stood at the site of his freshly dug grave (just one in a long row of others) to say your private goodbyes.
After a while, Helmut joined you.
"I stand here and yet… I still can’t believe it.” You said, eyes cast down. “They’re gone.”
All because of the Avengers.
“What will I do without him?”
“… I’ll take care of you,” he promised.
“Thank you, Helmut. But… I…” You wanted to tell him you’d be alright. But the lie lodged itself in the back of your throat and a sob pushed forward instead. You cried.
“Please… It’s what they would have wanted. Heike and Carl… they adored you. I can do this much at least.“
You, the only thing he had left of the ones he loved.
He didn’t want to let you go.
Thanks for reading! Look out for part two! The reader will have more interaction with Zemo.
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Dude Cursed is right up my alley I fuckin love the idea bless you
💜 I'm so excited to hear that! 💜
I really want to go for some dark gothic vibes. 😍 Honestly, I'm excited for it myself! Been putting together a little Pinterest board to help with visualisation and everything 😂
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me: I desperately want to write some zemo smut but I’m stuck on a premise
my id: literally just write about him jacking off while thinking about the reader???
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Very short. Soft... i tried. It's for Jasper :))
Ship: Zemo x Male!reader (Jasper's self insert)
Summary: Maple Syrup isn't the only thing sweet about this particular morning.
im so sorry if this is terrible
The smell of cinnamon wafted across the kitchen as butter sizzled in the circular frying pan. Two slices of French toast caked with egg, cinnamon and brown sugar, were slowly toasting away as Jasper wiped up the counter.
It was nearly four o’clock in the morning, and the young man’s eyes burned from exhaustion. However, he couldn’t sleep. He’d woke up around an hour ago after a rather… disturbing nightmare. Not even snuggling up to his lover in bed could ease the anxiety that lingered.
So, the blonde boy found himself bustling about the spacious kitchen of his home. Trying to tip toe across the ceramic tile floor as he decided to become Gordon Ramsay at the crack of dawn.
The almost headache inducing aroma of the burning cinnamon had Jasper in a bit of a daze, his brain not quite awake. The boy flipped his toast, and flecks of hot liquid butter spat at him. Jasper jumped back with a gasp, which would have been a yelp of surprise if there wasn’t someone else asleep.
The sound of bare feet padding down the hallway alerted Jasper that his attempts at keeping quiet had failed. A man’s loud yawn came echoing down the hall before he came into view.
Standing in his wrinkled cotton boxers and long, dark navy blue house coat, Zemo blinked a few times. He squinted in the bright kitchen lights, his eyes not quite adjusting. The older man stretched out his arms, and wobbled through the threshold. The poor man looked like he'd slept through Armageddon.
“Good… morning-” he said in a hoarse, scratchy voice. Jasper looked up from his frying pain and smiled softly. He watched fondly as Zemo made his way over to the stove slowly, slightly disoriented from the lights.
“Morning. You’re up early.” The blonde boy spoke quietly as he prodded at the French toast with a fork. Zemo peered into the pain and inhaled deeply. He closed his eyes as he moved closer, wrapping his tired arms around Jasper’s waist from behind. He rested his chin on the boy’s shoulder for a moment.
“I couldn’t help myself. The bed was cold.” The Sokovian said with a faint smile on his thin lips. Jasper leaned into his chest, and couldn’t resist the urge to smile himself when Zemo planted a sweet morning kiss to his cheek.
“I had I nightmare… I would have stayed-”
“No need to apologize, Schatz.” Zemo cooed as he loosened his arms and headed for the refrigerator. His hand lingered on Jasper’s hip for the fraction of a second. The older man yanked open the fridge door, retrieving the carton of two percent milk.
Zemo had the absolute audacity to pop the corner of the carton and drink right from the lip. Jasper caught this from the corner of his eye as he plated the French toast and shot Zemo an unimpressed look.
“Really?” he asked. Zemo stopped mid swallow and his eyes looked over at his lover, before slowly lowering the carton. He outstretched his arm with a smile. A little bit of a milk mustache on his upper lip, making the man look silly. Jasper simply rolled his eyes with a smile and turned off the top burner on the stove.
Jasper reached above the stove and opened the cupboard, the hinges squeaking a little as he did. The blonde boy grabbed the glass syrup bottle from the shelf and carried it with him.
He walked across the kitchen to the center piece island with elegant barstools seated across the ledge. A large light fixture hung above, illuminating even the tiniest specs of black in the white marble counter top. Jasper pulled up a bar stood. Popping the cap of the syrup, he drowned the toast in the sweet, sticky liquid. His stomach rumbled aggressively as his mouth watered, ready for breakfast.
Zemo was pacing around the kitchen, a bit like a lost dog looking for food scraps as he investigated the empty pan, still smoking slightly. The whole kitchen smelled strong of Jasper’s breakfast.
“You wouldn’t happen to have made more of that, would you, Jasper?” Zemo asked tenderly, slowly approaching the center island like he wasn’t about to ask for Jasper’s food. The blue-eyed boy looked down at his two slices of cinnamon toast.
“Grab a fork, we can share-”
Zemo seemed to perk up at this, and he smiled. The Sokovian pulled a little too hard on the silverware draw, causing the cutlery inside to rattle as he picked a fork and shuffled on over. Zemo pulled up a bar stool, sitting to Jasper’s left, his chair angled.
Zemo took it upon himself to start syphoning off pieces from Jasper’s second toast. As the two of them ate, the sun started to peak over the horizon. It washed the kitchen in a warm honey yellow glow.
“What are your diabolical plans for today?” Jasper asked, shoving a rather large piece into his mouth. Zemo gazed up, his dark eyes meeting Jasper’s as he raised a brow.
“Diabolical? Unless you consider reading books and drives to the bakery in Novi Grad ‘diabolical’ I think you will be disappointed.” The older man sighed, and picked at another piece of French toast.
“The only thing I’m disappointed in is they don’t have a Starbucks in Novi Grad.” Jasper complained half-heartedly with a smile. Zemo gave him a puzzled expression for a second.
“I could make you coffee, if you’d like, my love.”
Jasper almost choked on his French toast, trying to suppress a laugh. He covered his mouth as he quickly chewed and swallowed. A breathy chuckle escaping him.
“Zemo. Darling. Love of my life…” jasper looked the man dead in his eyes,
“I love you with all of my heart but I don’t trust your barista skills. Stay away from my coffee maker.” the boy joked with a wide smile. Zemo almost looked offended before making a face and nodding slowly in agreement. As if he even thought of a reason why he shouldn't.
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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo
AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎
Gender neutral reader
Collage by @realremyd
[Previous chapter] - [Next chapter]
Zemo stared at his phone which he had sat on his desk. His car has been fixed up and he was about to go test run it, but his mind wasn't focused on the car. All he could think about was you.
Sam pokes his head into the office.
"Ready for the test run?"
Zemo looks up, acting as if his mind hasn't been elsewhere, and nodded. He glances at his phone once more before leaving with Sam.
You hadn't contacted him and he was missing you. He had no idea it would be this bad. It had been a couple of days since you had left and he was wishing time had paused that day, anything to spend a few extra minutes with you.
He looks at his car. He needed to put his racing mind on. He grabs his helmet, and gears up. Once he's in the car, he is in racer mode.
When you stepped off the train, your friend was waiting eagerly. She squealed as she ran over to you and pulled you into a hug. You chuckled as she nearly caused you to fall over.
"I've missed you!"
"I was only gone a couple of days," you chuckle.
"I know, but still. Something super amazing has happened and I'm about to lose my mind!"
"What is it?"
You both begin to leave the station, you eager to hear what is so exciting.
"Remember Tony Stark?"
Of course you did. You had literally seen him that weekend, racing.
As you exit the station, you come to a stop. Right in front of you is a limousine. Sleek, black, and expensive looking.
You look at your friend in shock.
Tony Stark climbs out of the limo before she can. You stare in shock. What was he even doing here? Shouldn't he be off training for the next race? Why was he here?
Your friend skips over to him and he places an arm around her.
"What is happening?"
Your friend smiles away, leaning against the billionaire beside her. Maybe you were imagining this. Tony Stark could not be here.
"Y/N, this is my boyfriend."
You are so sure your brain malfunctioned right there. You drop your bag and try to figure if you actually heard that.
You friend laughs as she grabs your bag and puts it into the limo.
"For real?" You ask, looking at Stark.
"For real." He grins.
"Come on, we'll take you home," your friend urges you into the limo. You cannot believe this is happening.
Once you're all in, your friend gives the driver your address and you all set off. You can only stare as she practically drapes herself over his lap.
You feel so confused.
The car was filled only with silence for the reminder of the ride. It was awkward and suffocating, but there was nothing you could say.
When the limo stopped outside of your apartment, you climbed out. Your friend got out too. You pulled her off to the side.
"How? When? How long has this been a thing?" You ask, rapidly firing out your questions.
"He asked me out. That night a couple weeks ago. At the party. The one you didn't come to."
"And you're only mentioning this now?"
"He asked me to wait, so I did. Then a couple days ago, he called me and said he was ready for to tell people."
"A couple of days ago? Friday?"
You glance back at the car. Friday was race day. Was that a coincidence?
"I'm your friend, why didn't you tell me?"
"I promised I wouldn't until he said I could. I really like him Y/N."
"Do you? Are you in love with him because he's amazing and loves you? Or because he's your favourite pro racer and billionaire?" You narrow you gaze at her.
Her jaw is clenched, eyes hazy with tears.
"That's not fair."
"It's very fair. I don't think you've thought this through."
She let's her tears fall, drops your bag at your feet, pushes you back, and then climbs into the car. You watch the limo drive off before you pick up your bag and go inside your home.
Something didn't sit right with you.
You throw your bag on your bed, deciding to unpack later, and slump down on your sofa. Your mind flickered to Zemo.
You hadn't contacted him. You could have done so on the train. You grab your phone and send him a message.
You: Hey :) I hope I didn't keep you waiting.
You put the phone down and wait. He was probably busy, but you would wait. Closing your eyes, you could almost imagine being back in his car, speeding down the road like crazy. You missed that feeling.
Life was too slow now.
You yearned to be a part of Zemo's lifestyle. You wanted to be beside him, cheering his name, watching as he wins against Stark.
Speaking of, you would have to make arrangements. You needed to check your work schedule and make sure you had that weekend off.
You didn't want to miss a race.
You feel asleep with those thoughts. The wind in your hair, laughter filling the car, Zemo looking over at you with a smile. He was right there in your dreams.
Zemo had done several laps up and down the runway. He would take it down to the track tomorrow to test it out proper, but for now it was in great condition.
The moment he changed out of his gear, he went to collect his things from the office. Picking up his phone, his heart leaped with joy when he saw the text.
You: Hey :) I hope I didn't keep you waiting.
He smiled at his phone and immediately saved your number.
It felt right to put you in his phone like that. He mentally scolded himself for getting carried away, but he didn't change it. He left it like that and replied.
Zemo: You did, but I'll forgive you. You can make it up to me when I see you next.
He smiled as he tucked his phone away and prepared to head home. On the drive home, his mind turned to you again. There was a silly grin on his face. He would take this third race as a sign. If you showed up, he would take you for that drink, and maybe something would happen. He was not ready to let you go just yet.
A thought crossed his mind.
What if he visited you before the race? He would surely be able to get you to give up your address to him. You would with the drive up. Maybe next could take a peek into your life.
Would you like that?
Never before had he questioned himself so much. When it came to you, there was doubt in his mind. It's not as if you were his anyway. Friend? Yes, quite possibly. Nothing more.
Yet, he yearned for it.
Would you enter his world if invited you? Perhaps he would keep that question up his sleeve until the time seemed right.
It wasn't until he was at home that he got a reply. You must have been busy.
You: That's fair. Assuming I make it, of course.
He smiled at your response.
Zemo: I'll be disappointed if you don't come. I may need your luck again.
You: Yes, because that went so well last time.
Zemo: My losing was no your fault. I blame Stark.
There was several minutes of silence before your next response.
You: How is the car?
Zemo: In working order. I'm going to tinker with it some more. I won't stop until it's up to standard.
You: You must be very busy then.
Zemo: Not too busy that I can't talk to you.
It was so easy to be all bold when you were communicating by text.
You: Cute, but I'm not falling for that ;)
Two could play that game, it seemed.
Zemo: May I ask you something?
You: Of course
Zemo: Where do you work?
You: Why? I can tell you now, it's no where as cool as your job.
Zemo: I want to know more about you.
There was another pause before your response. This one was a little longer than other and Zemo wondered if he had crossed a line.
Then you replied.
You: At cafe, it's called The Redwing. Nice enough place, but not as exciting as your job.
The Redwing? He had heard that name before. Sam came to mind as he thought about it. Zemo smiled.
Zemo: Sounds interesting to me.
You: If you say so. No fast cars here though, just people wanting coffee.
Zemo: I want to hear more, but perhaps some other time. I should eat before I fall asleep on my couch. See you soon?
A couple minutes go by, and then:
You: Maybe ;)
He smiled a smug grin as he put his phone down. He would see you soon, you just didn't know how soon.
Seemed like Zemo had a call to make.
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It has just become known to me that fanfic trades are a thing!?!?
Bitch I'm ready. Who wants a trade?
I need angsty,hurt/comfort Zemo x male reader content please.
Just fluff stuff no NSFW.
I can write for Steve, Bucky, Tony, Zemo. (Might be able to do others, just ask)
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Love and support | Helmut Zemo
Requested by anon
Autistic reader. I tried my best with the research I did. I hope this is alright. I apologise for any inaccuracies.
I've done this as headcanons as I couldn't come up with a good plot for a fic 😔 I hope that's alright.
Zemo is very attentive.
He does whatever he needs to make sure you're happy and comfortable.
He's always keeping an eye on you.
Knowing him means a lot of things can happen, and it can be overwhelming.
Zemo will never put you out of your comfort zone unless absolutely necessary.
He always has time for you.
Anything you want to do or share, he'll be there.
Does not take kindly to anyone who has nothing nice to say about you.
Zemo is an extremely patient man.
He will happily sit and talk with you for hours about anything and everything.
Hates to see you get upset over things.
But he always knows how to cheer you up.
You can ask him for anything.
Say the word and it's yours.
Knows all your little cues.
Will leave you alone when needed.
But he will always be near by incase you need him.
He knows you can struggle sometimes, but it's all OK because he will help you.
There is nothing he won't do for you.
This man has all the love and care you could ask for.
Loves how happy you get over things you're passionate about.
Never gets tired of listening to talk passionately about things you love.
May even indulge himself into your passions too.
He likes to feel a part of your world.
If everything becomes too much, he is right there beside you.
As I said before, there is nothing he won't do to help you.
Call his name and he'll come running.
Where Zemo is concerned, you're safest by his side.
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Cursed is absolutely going to kill me, isn't it?
It's going to kill me. The concept popped into my head three days ago and I haven't been able to think of anything else since.
I've always loved the 'Beauty and the Beast' story. In-fact, my own WIP is a very loose rendition of the story but more a fantasy-horror style with a darker ending!
Also, the tale of Hades and Persephone has always been one of my favourite myths, and the two are so similar that it made sense to take elements from both.
I also really think that the styles suit Zemo? You could just see his character as the intense Hades/Beast type.
✨Anyhow, incase you missed it I'm planning a Zemo AU✨
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Candy Coated 4
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), oral, fingering, coercion, control, power play.
This is dark!Zemo x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Series Synopsis: You’ve always felt like you’re running from behind to catch up, but after a chance encounter with an enigmatic man, your life gets ahead of you.
Note: Tomorrow is the finale for Birch!Loki and then if you guys are into it, I can post the first part of Birch!Sam? Or I don’t know. I have to finish some things that I have half done as well, including a Jensen one shot, the next chapter of this, and hopefully some long-awaited Secrets?
Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!
You watched yourself in the floor length mirror. Your hands fumbled to tuck the top of the towel firmly under. You could feel the humidity seeping in from just a few feet behind the door. The large change room was vacant and lent to your sense of desolation.
Everything around you was so lush. You’d never been to a spa before and you couldn’t even guess at the price tag paid for your visit. You could hardly bask in it, not only because of the circumstance of the man who brought you there, but because you couldn’t help but languish in the mire of your roommates’ chagrin.
It wasn’t about the rent, Mal insisted, it was that you were leaving so suddenly and without explanation. You did your best to convince her that it was for your internship, to get closer to the ministry, but the arrival of the movers hardly helped her believe you. Oliver said little as was his habit but his demeanour was less than passive. You promised you’d still see them but even that could not assuage them.
You carried it with you. The car ride, that day just you and the Baron in a glossy black sports car, was mostly silent as you kept from chewing your nails under the weight of the not so happy departure. Your overnight bag was in the backseat and the white lingerie was just beneath the zipper. Your escort hardly comforted you with his few careless and mostly lurid words.
You snapped back to the present, almost dizzy from how quickly that man turned your life upside down. You were here in the lap of luxury, in the shadow of his wife. You pressed your hands to the front of the towel, fingers spread wide, and exhaled. You cleared your throat and nodded at yourself in the mirror. You really did look pathetic, no wonder he scouted you out among the pack.
You took the robe from the hook and pulled it around you. You went to the door and peeked out into the hall. He was there, waiting, robe open without a care as only a short towel wrapped around his lower half. The rug of dark hair along his chest thinned out down his stomach and disappeared beneath the fluffy linen. He raised a brow and titled his head at you as you forced yourself out from behind the door.
“No need to be modest,” he intoned, “I’ve bought out the entire sauna. We will have our privacy.”
He held you his hand and you stared at it for just a second. You took it and let him guide you further down the mosaic tile to the large arched doors. Two attendants stood without and pulled them open as you neared. You stepped through into the steamy room and they quickly closed you in.
You mimicked him as he let you go and removed his robe to hang by the door. You did the same, squirming at the bareness of your shoulders and legs, quickly fixing your towel before it could slip away.
“I hope you are not so forgetful as me but I did not ask,” he purred as he led you along to a long curved bench, “did you bring it?”
It. You knew what he meant. You sat beside him as he leaned back on his hands and basked in the wet warmth. You couldn’t relax, you crossed your legs and arms and hunched forward as once more you sank into despairing thoughts.
You shouldn’t be here as movers were in your apartment, disturbing your roommates. You shouldn’t be moving into a married man’s penthouse, you shouldn’t be working a position you hadn’t earned.
You wiped your forehead shakily and winced as his hand stretched over the back of your towel.
“You’re so tense, you must let the steam do its work,” he rubbed you through the fabric, “you earned the break.”
“I earned none of it,” you murmured, “I don’t think--” you tried to stand and he caught your arm. You looked at him and tried not shy away from his dark eyes. His forehead wrinkled haughtily, “I will leave the ministry, you can take back all you’ve given me, and I will pay you back once I--”
“You’ve quit your job, as I told you to, you’ve left your meagre hospice, and you’ve come this far,” he said, “you are being so good, do you really want to ruin all that?”
You gulped and your face fell. You turned your chin down. He won so easily and even as you said those words, thought aloud desperately, you knew it was all a bunch of pretense. Why were you still holding out?
He was right, you knew when you accepted his first gift that it was more than just a kind gesture. Your insecurity may have told you otherwise but you were an adult and you couldn’t hide behind naivete any longer.
“Sit back,” he nudged you until your back met the low stone edge and you held yourself up with stiff arms as you tried to relax, “just… breathe… close your eyes.”
You bit your tongue and slowly lowered your lashes. You quivered as he ran his knuckles along your bare arm and traced a line over your collar bone. His hot breath mingled with the steam and his lips followed his fingertips.
You gripped the bench and every muscle in your body was strung like a bow. His touch added to the flurry in your stomach and chest. He kissed and nipped your neck and you did nothing to stop him. You couldn’t tell if you were paralysed by fear or futility.
He tickled your thigh and you pushed your legs together. He tutted and poked his fingers into the tender flesh until you let your knees fall apart. He trailed up the inside of your leg and purred. He raised his head and grabbed your chin with his other hand. He held your chin and kissed you as he teased the little patch of hair beneath your towel.
“I can help you relax, dear,” he rasped and kissed you again.
He delved between your folds and sent a shiver through you as he grazed your clit. He swirled his fingers around your sensitive bud and you gasped into his mouth as his tongue poked past your lips. You grabbed his arm but didn’t push him away.
Amidst the confusion of your body and mind, you wondered if maybe he would tire of you once it was over. Maybe if you let him get what he wanted, he would leave you alone. There was little logic in the hope but it made his trespass easier.
He slid his fingers along your cunt, lingering along your clit until you slickened against him. He hooked his leg over yours and forced your knees wider. His other arm wrapped around you and held your head as he kissed you deeper and prodded along your entrance. You tried to pull back but he kept you against him and pushed inside with two fingers.
You squeezed his arm tighter and groaned into his mouth. He pressed his thumb to your clit as he curled his fingers inside of you. You trembled as your flesh both crawled and sang at his touch.
He released your head, his arm still snaked around you and buried his face in your shoulder as his hot breath brushed along your skin. Your towel came undone and bared you entirely. He hummed and dipped his head lower as he forced you to lean back until you were parallel with the bench. You reached up to hold yourself up against the next stone seat.
You laid in a painful limbo over the bench, legs arched against the stone as he bent to take your nipple in his mouth, his hand moving faster with each ragged pant from your chest. Your thighs squeezed his hand and the blood rushed to your head and pulsed as you sensed your climax closing in.
You cried out, muffling it with your palm as you contorted on the stone and he nuzzled between your tits as he urged you through your orgasm. You bit down on the heel of your hand as the ripples faded out and left you breathless and buzzing.
He sat up and pulled you against him, his arm at your waist, and he shifted on the bench. He grinned at you with smoky eyes and dropped his arm. He pushed your numb legs together and brought your towel back up over your chest and knotted it firmly in the middle. He sighed and his damp fingers danced along your neck.
“Now I think I might have some trouble relaxing,” he remarked and sat straight, leaning back once more with his legs out casually, his towel tented indecently, “but I will try.”
You were in a daze when you returned to the room. The immense suite was on ground level and opened up to a private pool and serene landscape beyond. Everything was pristine white and polished marble. It was finer than any place you’d ever been and reminded you again of your debt to this man. Still your mind was too fuzzy to feel terribly.
You laid face down as the hired masseuse kneaded at your muscles, Zemo on the table next to you. As nice as it felt, not all kinks could be smoothed out. When at last your series of masks, massages, and wraps were finished, you felt entirely unlike yourself. You felt as if this man was molding you to fit his needs. You knew he was.
You sat in your robe after the last of the staff left, a glass of sparkling wine in your hand. The bubbles made you hiccup and you quickly gave up on trying to finish it as Zemo nursed a glass of dark liquor and peered out through the open sliding doors. The sky dimmed slowly beyond and cast an azure tint over the pool.
“Well, dear,” he turned and sat in one of the armchairs, “I think I have waited long enough.”
You twined your fingers through each other and sat up. The corners of his lips curved and his lashes flicked as he looked you up and down.
“I want to see it,” he said, “it did look so nice in the picture.”
You smiled sheepishly, or maybe it was grimace, and stood. You went to the dresser where the staff had unpacked your bag. That was embarrassing but you figure there was little disillusion left between you and the baron.
You took the baby doll and without looking back, you scurried into the bathroom and locked yourself in. That was it. Once you put this thing on and walked through the door, it was done. You were going to fuck a married man for an internship and money. Your whole future would be owed to him.
You avoided your reflection as you took off the robe and pulled on the skimpy panties and lacy baby doll. You knew you looked ridiculous. You deleted the picture off your side of the chat right after sending because of that. You turned to the door and staggered back.
You sat on the lid of the toilet and gripped the edge of the sink. You couldn’t help but let the fit overwhelm you as your breathing picked up. You bent over and rocked as you tried to focus. You looked around, name five blue things. Well, everything was fucking white!
You counted the tiles instead and eventually calmed enough to stand up again. You shook out the nerves as best you could and crossed to the door. You pulled it open and found the baron exactly as you left him. He drained the last of his drink and looked over at you with delight.
“Ah, even better in person,” he stood and you stopped just outside the bathroom as he neared, “come on, let me see all of it.”
He twirled his finger in the air and you turned. He dragged his hand over your ass and you squeaked in surprise. He quickly pushed his arms around you and pulled you back against him. You felt his arousal as he cupped your tits through the fabric and squeezed.
“You’re so sexy, baby girl,” he swayed you against him, “you like it when I call you baby girl?”
You wanted to rip his hands away and run but you didn’t. You closed your eyes and wetted your dry lips. “Yes,” you lied.
“Mmm,” he rocked his hips, “I could fuck you just like this.”
You went rigid as he pulled down the cups of the lingerie and teased your nipples with his thumbs. He nuzzled the back of your head as he rocked you with him. He slid the fabric back up over your chest and his hands glided down your stomach and to your hips.
“Tell me you want me, baby girl,” he purred, “tell me you want my dick.”
Your eyes opened suddenly and you nearly choked as he gripped your hips. He prodded you impatiently with his erection and you shuddered.
“I want…” you croaked and caught your breath, “I want your dick…”
“My lord,” he added, “you may call me ‘my lord’ when I fuck you.”
“I want you dick, my lord,” you repeated the antiquated title, the words demeaning in themselves, reminding you of how low you truly were.
“Go,” he turned you with him and nudge you towards the bed, “up on there.”
He pointed you ahead of him and you went to the bed. You climbed up on the mattress as he followed. You heard the swish of fabric and looked back to find him entirely naked, his robe disposed on the floor. You quickly averted your eyes as his cock bobbed before him as he came closer.
“Turn, all the way,” he said, “stay on your knees.”
You did as he said and when he was at the foot of the bed, he took your hands and placed them flat on the mattress. He drew away and stroked his length as he angled it at your face. He stepped up and ran his tip along your lips.
You gulped and forced your mouth open. He slid past your lips and across your tongue. He poked at the back of your throat and moaned as you struggled to take him deeper. He eased back and tried again, tilting his hips until he could glide in further.
You gagged and he pushed until your lips met his skin. He bent over you and felt along your back, groping your ass as he thrust his hips carefully. Your through tightened around him as you tried not to choke and his hands rested on your waist as he moved your body against him.
The sloppy noises filled the room and stoked the flame of both humiliation and delight. He stood back and reached under your arms to once more play with your tits, as his other hand stretched over your throat and he felt himself moving beneath.
“Oh, baby girl, I knew you could be good for me,” he snarled, “just like that.”
Your jaw ached as he used your mouth. You grasped at his thigh and slapped as he sped up. You weren’t sure you could handle much more. You were out of breath, your head spinning, and you felt another fit rising.
Suddenly, he pulled out and hissed as he wrapped his fingers around his cock. He gritted his teeth as you spit hung off his tip and he chuckled.
“That was close,” he said, “too good, baby girl.”
You looked up at him and wiped your mouth. He inhaled deeply as his eyes roved over you.
“Lay back,” he said, “it’s your turn… you know I can be generous, baby girl.”
You pushed yourself back on your heels and pulled your legs out from beneath you and laid back. He climbed onto the mattress and grabbed your ankles as he parted your legs and settled between them. He planted his hands beside your thighs and bent over you. He pressed his nose to the thin crotch of your panties.
He moved so that you felt his hot breath through the fabric and moved his mouth against it. He didn’t bother moving them aside as he kept on. Soon enough, you felt your peak nearing and pushed your pelvis into him as you came through your panties.
“So delicate,” he sat up and rubbed your wet panties with his hand, “so responsive.”
You shakily touched your cheeks as you peered up at him. He snapped his fingers and curled his index as he directed you wordlessly.
You sat up with a weak “my lord” on your swollen lips and he sat back as he drew you over his lap. He directed you down until you felt his tip against your panties and he reached between you to tug aside the fabric. He angled his cock past your entrance and you moaned through your teeth. He sank into you as you gripped his shoulders tightly.
Your walls were snug around his cock as he pushed his face between your tits. He kept a hand on your hip, the other hooked over your shoulder as he moved you against him. He rocked his pelvis in time with your body and your hands slipped over his shoulders. You hugged his head as he nipped and sucked at your nipples.
You closed your eyes as the last of your doubt slaked away and you descended into the sheer pleasure of the moment. He filled you so completely that every move sent a ripple through you. Your clit brushed against his pelvis firmly and added to the pressure in your core.
You clung to him tighter as suddenly you were jolted and he flipped you easily onto the mattress. He stayed inside of you as he pinned you beneath him and gripped the side of your head as he pressed his cheek to yours. He panted down your neck as he fucked you into the mattress and you felt as if you would implode.
“Do you want to cum, baby girl?” he asked.
“Ask nicely and you can cum,” he growled.
“Can I cum… my lord?” you breathed.
“Manners,” he warned.
“Please, can I cum, my lord?” you asked again and groaned.
He thrust harder and faster and whispered against your temple, “cum”. You cried out and writhed against him, clawing at his back as you came. He grunted and lifted his head as he spread his hand over your chest and jerked roughly. Each dip moved you higher up the mattress until your crown hit the headboard.
He bared his teeth as he pulled out of you quickly and pushed open the front of the baby doll top. He stroked himself onto your stomach as his voice fizzled into the air and his hot cum spurted over your skin. He quaked as he finished and dropped his hand from his dick. He huffed and bit his lip as he admired the mess he’d made.
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Upcoming Mini-Series: 'Cursed.'
Pairing: Helmut Zemo x F!Reader
✨Hades & Persephone AU // Beauty and the Beast AU✨
Deep in the forests of Romania lies a castle known to very few. Secret, hidden, and far from the prying eyes of the rest of the world. It is the type of place where one can never truly leave once trapped within. A place where the escaped Helmut Zemo can reside, and live in secret.
Or so he thinks, until a lost backpacker stumbles through the door one day, blissfully unaware of who she is about to encounter.
Herein lies the dilemma, for he cannot let her go. Not after she's seen both him, and this place. But for some reason, he cannot quite bring himself to kill another innocent either.
Enemies to Lovers. Darker Themes. Angst. Falling in Love. Smut.
(Not a traditional AU but I wasn't sure how else to term it.)
My existing Zemo taglist will be added to the first chapter. If you are not already signed up, you can join here.
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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo
AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎
Gender neutral reader
Collage by @realremyd
[Previous chapter] - [Next chapter]
The next morning, after breakfast at the hotel, a call was made up to your room. It wasn't until you put the phone down that you realised you didn't have a way to contact Zemo. It was good he knew where you were staying. You would have to make sure to get his number later.
It felt strange to think about that. If he had your number, wouldn't that be like taking the next step? Were you getting carried away with this? Probably.
You couldn't ignore the fact you liked Zemo.
You never expected to develop a crush on a racing driver. It seemed like he liked you too, but you didn't want to get too carried away. This might very end up being a one time thing.
You make your way down to the lobby. Zemo is waiting for you. He looked so extra, but so stylish. A fur collared jacket, driving gloves, sunglasses on his head.
He turned when he heard you approach. His face lit up with a smile as you got closer to him.
"Morning. You're looking smart today," you look him up and down, not so subtly checking him out. So much for trying to feel in that crush.
"Thought I would make an impression on you."
"You already did."
Zemo smiles at that. There was a proud feeling in knowing he had you hooked. Perhaps this would lead somewhere, but he would see. He didn't want to rush things and ruin any chances he may have with you.
He wouldn't do that.
"As I'll ever be."
Zemo leads you outside where another fabulous car is parked. You look at it, top to bottom. He can tell by your expression you're impressed.
"Just how many cars do you have?"
"Many. I could show you my collection if you like," he says, walking over to the car and opening the door for you.
You chuckle and climb in.
Zemo takes his sun glasses and puts them on as he gets into the drivers seat. He grins at you as he sets off.
You roll the window down and let the wind mess up your hair, wanting to feel that free feeling you got that first time. Even just sitting next to Zemo brought about all kinds of exciting feelings.
Zemo turned on the radio as he drove through the streets. There was a little drive to get to the garage his race car had been taken to. This gave him some time to bask in your company again.
He could get used to having you around all the time. In fact, he would love that.
Zemo considered himself more of a solo racer. Tony Stark always had fans hanging about, 'dates' in his stand watching him race. Zemo only ever had his pit crew waiting for him at the end of a race.
It was beautiful out. Even more so when you excited the town and got onto more open roads. You had no idea where he was taking you exactly, but you couldn't complain. if he got to see sights like this every day, that was amazing.
You glanced at him. He was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, in time to the music playing on the radio. He looked so relaxed and in his element.
Feeling your gaze on him, he turned to you with a grin.
"What is it?"
"Nothing. You just... look so at home."
He laughs, the sound joyous and wonderful. It makes your heart skip a beat.
"I live in the drivers seat."
You laugh with him.
"What do you say we speed this up? Just like last time," he peers at you over his shades.
"Alright. Thrill me."
You didn't need to say any more. He pushed his foot down on the pedal and you laughed as the car sped up. With such ease, the car glided down the road. Not another soul in sight as the scenery became a blur, just like that first day.
No rules. No restrictions. No Stark.
Just two people enjoying each others company on the open road. What more could a man ask for?
In the distance, you spot a building. That had to be where he was taking you.
"Where is this?"
"It's an old air strip. Hasn't been used in decades. I come here to drive often. I asked my team to bring the car here so we can take a look at it, thought you may also appreciate the area."
"It's stunning. There's nothing else around for miles."
Knowing these roads like the back of his hand, he speeds up further, gliding along the rear of the way with ease. Your laughter just fuels him to go faster.
You reach the air strip in no time. He slows down on the approach and pulls up right outside the hanger. He gets out first and opens your door for you. You chuckle as you take his hand and climb out.
Even with your hair all wind struck, you look stunning to him. He won't tell you that though.
You both head inside.
There it is. His race car. He exterior looks pretty good, just scuffed from where Stark's car collided with it, but nothing too serious. The crew were busy working away on it as you both approached.
"Who's this?" A voice asks from your right.
"This is Y/N, my new friend," Zemo says, introducing you. "Y/N, this is Sam. He is very good with cars."
"Nice to meet you." You shake his hand.
"What's the damage?" Zemo walks over to his car.
"The engine gave out. That's all."
"That's all? It cost me a win," Zemo narrows his gaze at Sam.
"It could have been a lot worse. We'll have it fixed in no time."
"Good. I need to win the next one, and the other two to beat Stark. He cannot win them all." Zemo stands upright after looking over his vehicle.
"Trust us, we're on it."
Zemo doesn't give him any more of a response and returns to your side.
"Want to look around a little?"
He places an arm around your shoulder and guides you out of the hanger. You're blushing from his touch. It almost felt like you were made to fit against him like this.
You both go to stand near the car.
"How come you have such a big rivalry with Tony Stark?" You ask, gazing up at him.
"He doesn't like the idea that I'm better than him."
"Honest. Stark is an engineer and a genius. He can build a car from scratch. I know the ins and outs of cars. I know how to make them better, how to improve them. My cars are better than his, and he is threatened by it."
Zemo shrugs. He is not ashamed to admit he is better than Stark. His whole vendetta is to prove it. He just doesn't have many chances left to do so.
"Aren't you worried?"
"No," he looks you in the eye, "I'm certain."
"Does nothing scare you?"
There is no expression on his face. You have no idea what's going on inside that head of his. You knew he knew what he was doing. This was his job, his passion. That didn't mean the risks didn't apply to him.
For some reason, Stark's words came to mind. "He's dangerous." Not just on the track, he had said.
Who was this man standing before you? His personal information was almost non existent online. Other than his racing background, there was nothing about him. You didn't even know where he was from. His accent suggested not from around here.
Did you dare ask?
No. You didn't want to. No matter how curious you were...
"Would you like me to drive you along the strip?" He asked, nodding across the field where you could see the straight road.
"Yes. Don't go easy on me."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he grins.
You both get into the car and he wastes no time in driving over to the strip. This car doesn't even remotely come close to his racing car, but he'd be damned if he didn't leave you thrilled after this.
He lines up perfectly. You hold on tight and smile at him.
Wheels screeching, whole body jerking, and nothing but the wind blowing through the window. With all his skill and precision, the car speeds up in handled ease. This man knows what he's doing.
You trust him with your life.
You wanted to thank your friend for bringing you to the races that day. If she hadn't, what would you be doing now? Working? Sitting at home? Studying?
Nothing nearly as amazing as this.
Zemo brought life into your world, and you didn't want it to end.
At the end of the runway, he turns the car with ease, though the power causes you to lean toward him as he turns the vehicle around. He almost reaches out for your hand, but focuses his attention on his driving. Back up you go.
He glances at you from the corner of his eye.
Could it be that there was one thing he wanted more than winning against Stark?
No, he didn't think so.
The car comes to a screeching halt at the end of the runway. Heaven knows how his tyres are doing.
You grin at him once the car stops.
"I'll never get tired of that."
"That pleases me to hear."
Your phone rings. You apologise as you pick it up and answer it, disappointed it was ruining your fun.
"Y/N? Hey, how was the race yesterday?" It was your friend.
"Oh, uh. It was good." You lied. It hadn't ended as you had hoped.
"Great. What time does your train get in tomorrow? I have something super exciting to share with you."
"About 2 o'clock I think."
"I'll be there to pick you up. Oh my gosh, you will not believe what's happened. I can barely contain myself. I'll speak to you soon."
She hangs up.
You stare at your phone, confused. She sounded super excited, whatever that was about.
"Uh, no. Just my friend calling. She's going to pick me up from the train station tomorrow."
"I see. It's a shame you do not live locally. I would get to see you every day," he smiles.
You're blushing again.
"You'd get board of me really quickly," you say, tucking your phone away again.
"I doubt that."
"With your lifestyle? Definitely."
"I may live an exciting life, but you are a rare treasure any man would be lucky enough to have in his life."
"Are you flirting with me?" You ask, eyeing him suspiciously.
"That depends, is it working?"
"It might be."
"Then yes," he says, grinning like a fool.
You both sit there and laugh.
"Allow me to drop you off back at the hotel."
"I'd like that."
Much slower, he drives back to the hanger to alert the team he is leaving. They wave as you both leave.
The ride back is a lot more gentle, more casual. The radio is turned on, but the volume is low. Zemo is just basking in your presence.
He can't admit that he will miss you once you're gone.
The ride is over much sooner than he would have liked. Once again, you both sit there together.
You pull out your phone.
"Can I have your number?" You ask, biting the bullet.
He grins smugly.
"Already making a move?"
"Shush. Can I?"
He nods, taking your phone and putting his number into your contacts. You smile as you take it back, pretending his gloved fingers didn't brush against yours.
"I expect to hear from you," he says.
You go to get out, but he stops you by grabbing your arm lightly. You look at him, a little confused.
"Remember what I said."
"About what?" You ask.
"Come to the races, and I'll take you in a date."
You bite your lip.
"I haven't forgotten."
He stays there until you've gone inside, out of sight. His phone suddenly feels heavy in his pocket, waiting for a text or call.
He was in deep, he just didn't know it yet.
He thinks of you as he drives off.
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My brain: "Be productive! Finish your WIPs before starting more!"
Also my brain: "Announce your next Zemo series! There's no time like the present!"
Edit: Fuck it.
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Wrong place, wrong time
This is something I´ve been wanting to write for a while and I finally got the time to do so, wohooo. It´s going to have several parts and is based on the Falcon and the Winter Soldier. English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake.
Summary: You needed to get in, seal the deal and get out. That would have been easy if a certain group of three men hadn´t been making business with Selby at the same time as you were.
Relationships: platonic in this chapter (different endings, you’ll choose) Bucky x reader, Sam x reader, Zemo x reader.
Warnings: Swearing and nothing else so far.
Again, your stupid brother had managed to get himself into trouble, oh but this time you had to be the one to go and save him. You couldn’t have just stayed at your small, cozy apartment and enjoy a good movie, you had to grab a plane, go to Madripoor, head to a bar and find a way to make business (thing you had no idea how to do) with a woman named Selby because your mess of a brother couldn’t stay still.
He had gotten himself in trouble multiple times before, but this time it had been in Madripoor, of all places. You just needed to give Selby the money, hear her make the phone call confirming your brother would be left alone, and then you could go, take your plane and head back home. It couldn’t be that hard, could it?
You walked through the crowd, dancing a bit to the music. You guided your feet towards the bar and took a seat. Turning your head and taking in the place, you noticed three men walking in. They were all ridiculously handsome, like seriously, and they seemed to be there together.
They sat across the bar from you, and you swore you felt their gazes in you for a few seconds, but you weren’t there to flirt, specially with the people that came to the bar willingly. You did laugh on your insides at the reaction of one of them when the bartender put a part of a snake in his drink. It was weird though, he ordered that because he likes it, right? You didn’t let your mind wander in that for too long, you needed to focus on your task, not on the deep blue eyed brunette, or the beautiful chocolate skinned with amazing features, or the handsome brown eyed with light colored hair. Jesus, they were freaking gorgeous.
-You! Selby will see you- A tall, scary man called you out, and as you walked you heard a fight in the bar, but you didn’t look back. The place was a mess, hallway after hallway covered in packs of money, drugs and things you weren´t excited to know about.
-I had never seen you before, what do you want?- An… extravagant woman (to say the least) asked fiercely.
-My brother, he is …-
-I know who he is, your last name sold you out-.
-Well, if you know who he is, you probably know why I’m here-. You didn’t know where that came from, but it came out way more threatening that you were planning, and that was great.
-Give me the money and I’ll deliver what they ask for- you needed to give specific stuff to the people that had your brother in order to get him released, and Selby knew that.
-Here’s the money- you said, showing the inside of the bag you were carrying- but make the call first-.
-Hah, you are not as incompetent as you seem-.
While Selby was on the phone, you heard steps approaching the room. It was the three men you had seen before. But why where they here now?
-Perfect- Selby said as she hang up. It was done, you just needed to get the message from your brother confirming he was out, but that would take a few hours.
You handed the money to one of the bodyguards, since Selby was talking to the three man, and just as you were about to leave, the worst happened. In the blink of an eye a failed phone call sold the guys out and before you could even process anything, Selby was dead, shot.
Your business was made, but you knew that just by being there when it happened, you would be hunted down. FUCKING HELL. The men raced towards the door, but the one in the large, fuzzy coat turned to you first.
-Listen, you need to come with us, you’ll get killed if you stay. There’s a price on your head just for being here- he spoke with what seemed to be a Sokovian accent (your brother had many contacts, you knew Sokovian people), but you were too freaked out to notice the effect his voice had on your heartbeat.
Without saying another word, he grabbed your arm and when you didn’t pull back he walked on. You exited the place and ran through the streets. Just when you thought you were safe, a rain of bullets fell on you and before you knew it, the same guy had embraced you and led you to a corner. You knew the other two man had no guns, so when the bullets stoped your mouth acted before you could think.
-Who stopped them?!-
-I don’t know- he answered.
You two left your corner and headed towards the group. A blonde woman was pointing a gun at the guy that had saved your life twice, so you reacted by putting yourself in front of him. That took him by surprise, him and the other three had looks that screamed “what the hell are you doing”. Before they could say anything, you talked.
-Listen, I have no idea who any of you are, but this man here saved my life twice in the past 20 minutes, so I don’t appreciate someone shooting at him without knowing why- You didn´t see it, but when you finished talking, Zemo had the biggest smile he had produced since he had been in prison.
-I´m Bucky, and, doll, this guy is Zemo, a criminal, a killer that tried to end the Avengers and succeeded in separating them- The blue eyed responded with a fierce look directed to who you now knew was called Zemo.
-Why is he not in jail then?- you asked with a tone that came out way too sarcastic than what you would have wanted. Zemo tried, unsuccessfully, to hide a snort at your words.
-Hey, we don´t really have time to convince you that he is a criminal- The other answered. He was right, it was clear they had many problems aside from the ones they had just gained, but you weren´t stupid enough to think you would beat bounty-hunters on your own. What you knew was that Zemo had helped you, and in your current situation, you couldn’t give yourself the luxury of denying help, even if it´s from a supposed criminal. You didn´t want to get in their way, and you didn´t want to get involved in whatever they were doing, but you needed their help. Those bounty-hunters were after you too now, and even though you knew how to defend yourself in the streets outside your apartment, you knew you needed help to escape Madripoor.
-Sam is right, you guys are clearly in a lot of trouble- The blonde woman said.
-We need your help, Sharon. Someone is recreating the serum and we need to stop them- Bucky said. The serum? What? You were confused as hell, and nobody seemed to want to explain to you what was happening.
-Ugh, I have a place in High Town, you´ll be safe there. And you- she said pointing at you- I guess it´s your time to leave-.
-WHAT? And where the hell I´m I gonna go?- You asked. You were panicking, if they didn´t agree to help you, you were gonna die. You noticed Zemo stiffened and he clearly wanted to say something, but he was waiting for the right time to do so.
-To your home, doll. Or wherever you wanna go- If you had been in any other situation, the nickname Bucky gave you would have turned you into a freaking tomato, but you were literally arguing for your life.
-If I try to get out of Madripoor on my own I won´t survive the next two hours. The same bounty-hunters that are after you, are after me now because I was with you when Selby died. I´m not stupid enough to think I can outrun them. Please, let me go with you. I promise I won´t be a problem, I just need help getting out of here and you’ll never hear from me again-.
-I guess you´re right. What´s your name?- Sam asked softly, almost empathetically.
-I´m Y/N-. You answered.
-Pretty name, it fits you- Oh so now Zemo talks. You smiled at him, criminal or not the guy was quite charming. Sam ignored him though, but Bucky gave him a look that would have made anybody else run in terror.
-Okay Y/N, we have some things to do first, but we´ll help you get out of Madripoor- Sam said as him and Bucky smiled at you. Again, in any other situation you would have melted right there.
-Thank you! I´ll do my best to be useful, even if that means staying out of your way-
Sharon sighed but she had a small smile in her lips. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into, but you definitely made the right choice by convincing them to help you.
The way towards Sharon´s apartment was… strange. You had tons of questions, but you really didn´t want to get yourself more involved, so instead you tried making conversation, and Sharon seemed interested in your life. The three men were sitting in the back and you and Sharon were together at the front. She was driving.
-So, what led you to a place like Madripoor, and more specifically, to Selby?- She seemed to have no intention on asking the guys more about their problems, and you didn´t hate talking to someone that wasn´t another boring neighbor. She seemed genuinely interested.
-Well, my brother is the type to get himself into trouble. He managed to owe a guy so much that he threatened him, so I had to buy some things from Selby to give to the guy what my brother owed because if he shows his face in Madripoor he´d get killed at the first step inside- In your voice the pain and concern was evident. All the hearts that were inside that car ached a little bit, not just at your suffering (since you were, in the end a stranger), but also at their own.
-I managed to finish the deal with Selby before you guys arrived, now I just need to get a message from him to confirm everything is fine. But, of course, I had to be at the wrong place in the wrong time and I now got myself into more trouble than my brother. I´m sorry, I really am. It´s pretty clear you guys have a lot in your hands now, so I really appreciate your help, all of your help- You finished, smiling at Zemo. He seemed to want to smile at you, but your words took him by surprise again and he only nodded.
-Well, it´s the least we can do, you did find yourself at the worst place and time. And I hope you get that message from your brother soon- Sam said.
-Thank you, Sam-.
The rest of the drive was silent, except for the occasional complaints from Bucky at how close Zemo was to him. You couldn´t help but giggle and little did you know, whenever that sound exited you, the three men went silent just to be able to hear.
Sharon´s place was HUGE, and quite frankly, a little too much for you, but it was nice. You got a fresh change of clothes from Sharon (you were curvier than her, but she seemed to have something perfect for you) and without interfering, you heard the conversations going on between Sam, Sharon and Bucky. They clearly had many issues with Zemo, and he was completely aware of it so he too remained silent.
Bucky seemed to take some pity in your soul and explained the situation a little bit. A version of the serum that had been used to create Captain America had been recreated and they needed to find it and destroy it while stopping the group called the Flag Smashers that was using it to go back to the way things were during the Blip. After the explanation you had mixed feelings. You didn´t vanish during the Blip, and with all honesty, even before it you came from a pretty privileged place, so during it nor after it you never had a problem, but you were aware of how things had gone for the people that came back, and you couldn´t help but agree with Sam when he said he sympathized with the fight, just not with the way they were fighting it. They also explained more about Zemo, but again, you agreed with his fight, just not in how he fought it. You completely agreed with his idea that no human should have more power than others, especially in the already capitalist world we live in. People with a lot of money were a problem (not for who they were, but for what they have that others don´t) and adding superpowers to money could never end in something good.
They respected your opinions, and even agreed on most. But before you could continue in your conversation and Zemo on his listening, Sharon announced she would help find information on the name they had earned from Selby, so you needed to just blend in her party while she took care of that. You were more than happy, you loved parties.
The peaceful and wide space you once knew as Sharon´s first floor was now covered in all types of people dancing to all types of music. You had always enjoyed dancing and singing, but by the first minutes you had it clear that Sam and Bucky didn´t particularly love parties, and that Zemo had missed the feeling while in prison.
After unsuccessfully trying to convince Bucky and Sam to go to the dance floor with you, you headed towards the Baron and smiled widely at him.
-How long has it been since your last party?- you asked leaning closer to him because of the loud music.
-Too long for my liking- He answered, and before you had any time to react, he grabbed your hand and had you spinning around at the beat in a mixture of laughter from the both of you. All the time you spent in the party was also spent holding Zemo´s hand and dancing ridiculously to the rhythm. Both yours and Zemo´s stomachs were aching from laughter, and to all honesty, you never expected to have this much fun while being basically a fugitive.
If you hadn´t been so immersed in your fun, you would have noticed the hateful gazes both Sam and Bucky were directing towards the Baron. But they had said no to dancing with you, so this was their fault.
You had no idea how much time had passed, it could have been two minutes or ten hours, but you were having the time of your life when Sharon called you back with the information she had found. You all called it a night and went upstairs. She stayed down because she was, in the end, hosting the party, but the three guys and you were ready to try to sleep.
Before each one headed to your respective rooms, you checked your phone and discovered two things. As you read the first one your heart felt a calm you hadn´t experienced in a long time, but when the second one came in… Bucky had to catch you to keep you from falling.
Your brother was safe and sound, everything had worked out, but he had used his connections to now if you were alright and found something. You only needed to get away from Madripoor to escape the bounty-hunters, but after being put on the list of bounties, the Flag Smashers had you on the spot because they were now convinced you had teamed up with Sam and Bucky, so now, according to them, you were their enemy as much as Sam and Bucky were, so even if you managed to leave Madripoor, you knew you couldn´t just go back home, not without the guys at least.
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Okay ,can someone please write a Zemo fic of the reader having a similar past as in they also lost their child and spouse? And reader and Zemo really bond over that and become really close??? ( idk maybe fall in love overtime 🤷🏻♀️👀) I’d write it but mannnnnn... my writing sucks ..
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HEY, SUGAR DADDY ( chapter eight )
( helmut zemo x reader )
( social media au )
( enemies to lovers )
synopsis: commander y/l/n of the homeland criminal logistics manhattan division is forced into an undercover mission with her work-nemesis lieutenant baron zemo in order to bring down an organised crime mission orchestrated by john walker and his associates.
warnings : explicit sexual reference, semi-explicit nsfw image, pls pls pls 18+ xx
* chapter eight *
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Pairing: Baron Zemo X Reader
Warnings: (y/n) being badass, big crowds, some guy gets punched, Zemo missing his family, tiny bit of angst, kisses, Peter + Ned being fanboys
Summary: You make an entrance while picking up Peter with Zemo. You drive everyone to the compound to drop him off and you and Zemo have an honest convo.
A/N: this is post endgame and FATWS but he is rather under your "Supervision" as an ex-avenger instead of in jail. Y'all have been dating for like a while at this point.
P: The kids here don’t believe I know you.
You chuckle at the text from Peter while you brush your teeth. Zemo pats on his aftershave beside you, glancing at your small grin through the mirror. You run the tap to spit out the froth from the toothpaste. It swirls into the drain.
“What are you snickering about..?” He asks, a smile on his face as he makes a move to pluck the shirt hanging from the door handle, he takes off the robe only covering his top half as he was already wearing pants. You show him your phone, and he finds himself chucking as well.
Y: want me to make an entrance..?
P: I would cry real happy tears
Y: maybe DON’T cry, but I got u covered
Y: see u soon :D
“Pepper asked me to pick up Peter because Bruce needs some extra hands in the lab. He wants me to dress up so he can impress everyone.” You turn to Zemo. He tilts his head, eyebrow raised and mischief on his face.
“You can take my car.” You pump your fist in excitement before rushing to change your outfit. You decide that showing up in your hero outfit is a bit too much, so you go for something just as flashy with a bit more comfort. That outfit turns out to be a red button up that has a pretty low neckline, paired with some high waisted black straight pants. You don’t really know how to explain them, but they make you feel badass. You decide to leave your hair be, knowing the wind of Zemo’s convertible will take care of it either way. You throw on some makeup, something you’re known for.
You roll the sleeves of your shirt up. You don’t notice Zemo watching, even if you did you wouldn’t care. He’s allowed to watch. He loves to admire you as you get ready, watching as your confidence grows in large amounts. He loves you no matter what you wear or how you look. He gets many grunts of disapproval when he says he likes when you wear makeup. But he knows you don’t wear it for him. He just loves how you feel when you do.
He grabs your favourite pair of sunglasses from the rack hanging above your vanity before handing them to you. You grin when you look up to him, using them to tuck your hair back on your forehead as best you can for the moment. “Thank you, love.”
“Of course darling.” You throw a watch on that probably costs more then a car paired with some random jewelry. “Would it be rude of me to invite myself along with you..?” He suggests, already wearing clothing that could kill with how good he looks. You pause, debating it for a second. He doesn’t miss the twitch upwards of the corner of your mouth.
“I don’t think Peter would mind. Only if you’re okay with being bombarded with questions. He hasn’t met you before.” Zemo finds himself laughing under his breath. “Ned might be coming too.”
“Peters friend. Huge dork, adorable kid.”
“And he will be okay with riding in the same car as a war criminal?”
“Ex-war criminal.” You correct him for his own past. He rolls his eyes with a slight smile. You both begin to walk outside. He watches the sway of your hips and how you naturally clench your fists when you walk to keep your fingers warm. You grew up in Canada, specifically in a city extremely far north. “He will just think you’re badass. They both know that if I’m there, you’re no threat.” You explain, Zemo shrugs his head slightly in agreement.
“Touché.” You turn while walking the long corridors of his house to grin at him.
“Asseyez-vous juste là et soyez jolie, mon amour.” Just sit there and look pretty, love. He laughs. You join him in the suddenly humorous moment.
“Crois moi, personne ne me regardera.” Trust me, nobody will be looking at me. You try to hide your blush by scoffing and looking away but he sees right through it. He grabs you by the wrist, stopping both of you as you reach the door. “You look stunning.” He reverts back to english, his eyes taking in your whole appearance. You don’t reply, only cupping his face with both hands and bringing him down for a very sweet and loving kiss.
His hands find themselves landing on your hips before he instinctually pulls you closer. Your arms wrap themselves around his neck, draped over his shoulders. When you pull away he notices the small batting in your eyelashes. You’re naturally a flirtatious person, unable to stop yourself from throwing charm his way and he loves it.
“Thank you.” You finally speak before his hand comes up between you, keys dangling from his fingers. You slide them into your palm before you lead him outside by the hand.
The ride to his school takes about twenty minutes but neither of you mind. You blast your music, with no care of who can hear it. You had moved your sunglasses to your face, protecting your eyes from watering due to the wind. Your hair whips in the wind, catching every right weave. Zemo can’t help but look at you the entire time.
Once you pull into the loading and unloading zone, the parking lot is mostly void of anyone. You’re about ten minutes early, perfect conditions for you to leave an impression.
“You mind making sure I don’t get a ticket?” You ask as you unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door. Zemo nods, knowing that he would be in some hot water if SHEILD found out that the man who tore apart the avengers was even remotely close to a school zone. That added to the risk however. It made it that much more interesting. You walk into the school, making a beeline for the reception desk.
“I’m here for Peter Parker.” You state. “I’m picking him up for the stark internship.” The woman gasps, trying to keep her composure. You hold back your amusement.
“Well, our paging system is currently down. I can see what class he’s in and get someone to bring him down?-”
“I can go get him.” You smile at her before patting the desk and jogging up the stairs beside the desk. You know what class he is in due to his stupid vlogs that he insists you watch. You find the room, glancing inside before stepping into the doorframe. You knock twice, glancing to the teacher who is holding a glare towards you.
“We are having a test right now. Please wait the extra minute before class ends.” He explains bitterly. You cringe at his tone. His students all hold dropped jaws and wide eyes.
“Gosh Peter. Now I get what you mean. Sir, please I don’t have time to wait.”
“None of us do.”
“Alright buddy. Sorry to break it to you but talking to you is way below my pay grade. I’m here for Peter Parker, and Ned . I’ll have Nick fury send an invoice.” You explain, the man stands up. Some kid with ridiculously gelled hair and some sporty T-Shirt gasps.
“Wait, you actually know Penis Parker?” You throw a glance of confusion before looking to Peter. You nod to him and he starts to pack his belongings. Your eyes scan for Ned as well. You find him completely across the room from his best friend. He has a hopeful gaze, you smile and nod to him as well. He begins to pack up as well.
“Boys, stop that right now.” The teacher spits as he waddles around his desk. “And I don’t need any invoice. Especially not from that bastard.” He states as he walks towards you. He is the same height as you are, but much larger. You don’t understand how he doesn’t recognize you, unless he is pretending not to. Peter doesn’t listen to his teacher and walks to stand behind you, soon followed by his friend.
“Well... that bastard has saved your ass more times then you’ve actually passed a student for grades so I honestly don’t think this is a me problem. We are going to go.” You state, blowing a kiss to him before turning around. You try to lead the boys away but their teacher pulls you right back. You whip your head back to glare at him. You lift the sunglasses, shrugging his hand off of you.
“Just because you’re strong doesn’t mean you get to play me as your puppet.”
“Actually...” you trail off, catching him with your words before you throw a punch firmly into his face. “That’s exactly what I get to do.” You shrug at him before finally getting a chance to leave. Peter and Ned both fanboying slightly as you all walk. The bell rings. Students spill into the halls, beginning to circle around you. You hold your hand out, using your powers to separate a path in the hallway for you all to squeeze through in. You are bombarded with questions as you walk, only replying with short answers.
You all emerge from the school with a flurry of students following behind the three of you. Zemo chuckles at the sight. You shrug and hold your arms out in defeat. Once you reach the car you open the back door for Peter and Ned. They scramble in, rushing to put their seatbelts on.
“You know Peter??” The same boy from before asks, pushing through the crowd. You glare at him.
“No, he’s just getting into my car for fun. Yes I know Peter. We work together often.” You state sarcastically. Peter just gives Flash a shrug and a grin. Pride oozes from him. “Scram. I will run over you.”
“Who’s the old guy?” Someone else asks.
“A war criminal.” You state flatly, honking the horn and beginning to drive. People disperse and you finally speed away. Peter and Ned laugh in disbelief in the backseat.
“That was so cool, (y/n)!!!” You smile into the mirror at the boys. “And you looked so badass punching our teacher!!”
“Punching?” Zemo chimes in, looking at you. There’s a look of both pride and disbelief. You snicker, glancing at him briefly.
“What..? He insulted me.”
“Then she punched him.”
“As you should.” Zemo shrugs. “You know I’m not really one to talk.” You giggle. The boys ask you a ton of questions as you drive them to the avengers compound. Zemo tunes out the actual words and just focuses on your voice. Your tone is so gentle with the boys, it reminds him of his own son.
He doesn’t know why that affected him so much. It seemed whenever you spoke to kids or teenagers, another side of you comes out. A tender, loving, motherly side comes out of you. You’re never harsh, or rude. Your tactic of discipline is to explain to someone what they did wrong and how to fix it.
He always saw that side in you. To most people you are strictly independent, and not afraid to step on a few toes to make sure everything runs smoothly. You’re a fighter, not a lover. A pretty uncommon trait for heroes like you.
However one day pepper asked you to look over Morgan. She didn’t really mind Zemo being there, she knew Morgan would be safe with you. That's when Zemo realized how naturally maternal you are. You were gentle, and kind. A lover instead of a fighter for once.
He shakes away the memories. They usually bring him down a path of memories he doesn’t necessarily want to resurface. You pull through the compound’s gates, slowing down your pace as you cruise closer. Bruce is standing outside in his big green form, waiting for the two students in the back of your car.
“Hey (y/n)!” He exclaims as you come to a stop. You smile up at him. “How are you doing?” He pauses while noticing Zemo and instantly becomes uncomfortable.
“I’m great. And relax, he’s human. Not some hidden super soldier.”
“He’s also a manipulative genius.” Zemo shrugs. You sigh, rolling your eyes. “Listen, no offence man. But I still don’t trust you after hearing about what you’ve done.” He speaks to the man beside you.
“He had fair reasoning Bruce. We can talk about that later.” You wave him off and sigh as he walks the other two into the building. You turn to Zemo, who’s smile has just barely budged. You smile back at him and lean over to kiss his cheek. “You alright?” You ask, he nods.
“It just feels good. Being around a whole... group of people.” He explains, carefully choosing his wording. You nod in understanding. “It almost feels as if today held so many subtle reminders.”
“To having a family.” Your heart sinks a little, knowing how much he misses his family. It has been so long since the incident in Sokovia, he has had time to accept and process his losses. Prison forced him to think about it all as well. You don’t speak, allowing him to. You turn off the car to leave you both in near silence besides the wind and distant birds chirping.
“When my country was destroyed by the avengers... I lost everything.” He explains. “Everyone.” He adds for extra effect. You hadn’t been there for the Sokovia disaster, but it still made you feel sick. “I went for so many years without the comfort of a family. Which wasn’t truly that bad once you grow accustomed to it. However when I met you on the mission alongside Sam and James... I remembered what it was like to hold someone. To receive affection.”
He takes a hold of your hand. You watch as he intertwines his fingers with yours. “And today... well my boy would have been as old as Peter is... I guess I just felt a feeling of sentiment.” He finishes, a single tear escaping his eye. You move your hand up to brush it away using your fingers. He gently grasps your wrist and moves your hand to kiss your knuckles. You smile at him.
“Are you alright..?” He nods.
“I’m fine, darling. I just hope that someday we can have a family of our own.” You give him a sideways smile, your hair moving along with the sudden sway of your head. You understand that this is in no form him trying to replace his own family with you, or to try and fit you into the figure that previously was.
He has healed. And ready to settle down with you.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
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Can anyone remember who wrote an amazing fic about reader working in the raft and Zemo breaks himself and her out, trapping her arm and injuring her in the process?? Thank you!!
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Warmth (Part 6)
Helmut Zemo x F!Reader
Summary: You stay in Latvia with the guys, collectively ignoring what had happened between you and Zemo. Until Zemo escapes.
Word Count: 800~
Warnings: none for this chapter
A/N: I’m so sorry this has taken so long, and that it’s on the shorter side! Life has been hectic, and I wasn’t really sure how to carry this on, so I kinda worked out what I was wanting for an ending, and worked my way back from there, and it took me a while.
Find previous parts here!
You froze as you felt metal wrap around your wrist, shocked it was Bucky who’d stopped you from leaving. As you turned to face him, you were even more shocked by the expression on his face, where all traces of anger were gone and he just looked at you softly.
“You’re much more than a pair of fists, Y/N. We need you here, regardless of what just happened. There are bigger problems than this. It can wait for another time. We have to move past it right now and then we can deal with it when we have time.”
“I’m so sorry Bucky.” You whispered and he tugged on your wrist until you were against his chest. He wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on top of your head. You think it’s the most affectionate he’s ever been with you, and you can’t help but cry softly into his chest.
After a minute or two, he presses a quick kiss to your hairline and pulls back, smiling sadly down at you, “It’s okay, doll. I’m sorry too.”
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about.”
He just nods solemnly and walks back to the kitchen, leaving you stood awkwardly by the door, unsure of what to do now. Sam moves towards Bucky and the two have a conversation you can’t quite hear from where you’re stood. You spare a glance at Zemo, and find him already looking at you. The faintest of smiles appears on his face and you reciprocate before taking your stuff back to the bedroom.
Since then, Zemo and you are rarely left alone together. You can’t blame Sam and Bucky for going out of their way to lessen the time you two can spend alone. As much as you crave to be near him, and to properly talk to him about what happened, you know it’s not the time for it. The conversation can wait.
When Walker, Hoskins and the Dora Milaje all appear at the safe house, you’re initially amused by the nonchalance shown by all three of your counterparts, smirking to yourself at Bucky’s “Looking strong, John!”. And you can’t help but laugh at the way Zemo just sips his drink while watching Walker get his ass handed to him by the Dora Milaje.
Once you guys get involved in the scuffle, you’re so distracted by the chaos that you miss Zemo slipping into the bathroom and escaping. You also miss the sadness on his face as he does so, and the momentary hesitation before he shuts the bathroom doors and rushes to get out of there.
Once the fighting stops and you all calm down, you hadn’t even noticed Zemo was missing until you saw Sam and Bucky looking into the bathroom, “I can’t believe he pulled an El Chapo.” Sam mutters.
“I can.” Bucky grumbles in response, and you come up to them to see what they’re looking at, features falling when you see the open drain under the bathtub. You don’t have much time to dwell on it right then, because the three of you are heading out to stop Walker from causing more chaos elsewhere in his tirade against the Flag Smashers.
Time passes in a bit of a blur after that. At the end of the day, you knew either he’d escape or he’d go back to prison, but you figured that either way, you’d at least get to say goodbye to him. So for him to just slip out while you fought off Walker and Hoskins hurt.
You weren’t angry though, he saw his chance and he took it. You just hoped he’d find somewhere to settle, and then he’d contact you to follow him to wherever he was. You knew you’d drop everything to be with him again.
It’s only a matter of days when Bucky calls you with some news, “We know where Zemo is.”
“Are you going to see him?” you ask tentatively.
“Yes. I was going to go alone, but Sam and I spoke, and we thought you might want to come too. To say your goodbyes to one another. So... do you want to come with me?”
“Yes.” you say in an instant.
“The Dora Milaje will be there too, and they’re taking him to the Raft. But we should have a couple of minutes with him before they take him.”
“Seeing him will be enough.” you muse.
Bucky sends you the details for the flight to Zemo. Sokovia. Of course he’d be there. Spending his last moments out of prison at the memorial for his family and his country. It broke your heart to think of everything he’d been through.
You bounced your leg nervously throughout the entire flight to Sokovia. You didn’t know how you were going to react when you saw him again.
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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗻
Summary: Being Zemos sibling and being imprisoned with him into the raft. One day Sam and Bucky show up because they need your help.
A/n: This is my first post, I hope you like it! The story is inspired by tfatws episode 3, I just changed some things.
It was just another day, another day of seeing the same four walls I’ll see for the rest of my time. After my brother and me got caught, trying to rip the avengers apart and using Hydra methods, we got imprisoned into the Raft. We both still had contact because our cells were across from each other. He likes to read books and to lay down, while I like to do sports to stay fit. One day something happened which I didn’t expected. My cell door opened and I saw two guards which told me: „Y/n Baron, you got two visitors that want to see you.“ They handcuffed me, then I walked out of my cell and followed the two guards. While I did this, I saw my brother in his cell, looking just as confused as me. Because the facility was so big, it took us some time before we endet up in a room with no one other that James Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson in it. I smirked evilly, sat on the chair and put my handcuffed hands on the table. „Well what have we here? You guys must be really desperate to come to me.“ Sam looked skeptical at Bucky. I could see that he wasn’t a fan of all of this. While I was analyzing Sam’s face, Bucky spoke: „We need your help with something.“ After they explained me the whole situation, I said: „I’ll do it but under one condition.“ Sam said: „You are not in the position the make conditions y/n.“ I just ignored that and said: „My brother. I won’t do it without my brother.“ They looked at each other and said: „He is one of the most evil persons in this prison, we won’t get him out of here.“ Without thinking I just answered: „Oh you think so, yeah? He changed, so did I. You just came to the worse Baron.“ Both of them looked shocked for a Moment and even Bucky had doubts about his own plan now. At the end they agreed. We made a plan for my brother and me to break out and that was what we did later that day.
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