“It will be okay darling, I promise you”- Helmut Zemo x fem! reader
A/N: I’d really like some Cherry Blossom tea Zemo :)
Schatzi= Sweet-heart (according to google translate).
Prompt: After having to kill someone (who had broken in to kill you) you’re in shock. Baron returns from the shops and when he sees you staring at the dead body, and then the dead body, he comforts you and ends up braiding your hair.
OOC but I feel like he would for sure know how to braid hair. I dunno why but I just feel like he would.
It’s 8.00 pm. The moon sends a warm glow through the window. There’s a ticking sound though it seems very distant. Your eyes are stuck on the dead bod on the floor, eyes open wide and a gun-shot wound present in the middle of their head.
You had no choice. This man had broken into the house about an hour or so ago, a gun in their hand and yelling that you need to die. You thought quick however and grabbed the gun from the side-drawer, aiming it at this man and shooting before he could. You hit him straight in the head, the gun in his hand falling as well as him, as he hit the floor with a loud *thud*.
“Oh god.”. The gun falls from your hand as you stumble backwards, hitting the wall and sliding down. You didn’t mean to kill him, just wound him enough to escape. So now you have a dead body on the floor, but too scared to do anything. You’ve never had to kill someone before, you’ve seen people die, but never done it yourself.
“Schatzi, I’m home.”. You don’t respond to your husband, you don’t stare at him. You just continue staring at the dead body. He grows worried when you don’t respond...until he notices the dead-body, and then you staring at the dead body. He places the groceries down and then runs over to you, his body soon becoming your height as he kneels down. “Honey what happened?” You finally snap out of it, your head turning. “I-I...oh god I’m so s-sorry!”. He takes your hands in his, “What happened (y/n), what did he do to you?”
You blink away tears, eyes staying on your husband. “H-he..he just broke in Helmut, he started y-yelling saying I needed to die and he had a gun. So before he could shoot me, I, um, I g-grabbed the gun from the side-table. I didn’t mean to kill him I only meant to wound him e-enough for me to escape.” You’re shaking like crazy, and Zemo continues holding your hands.
“Please don’t apologise, you thought quickly Schatzi and i’m proud of you.”. He flashes you a kind smile, but a smile doesn’t appear on your face. “...it’s okay now though-.”. “No it’s not.”. You cut him off, more tears threatening to spill. “I killed someone. I’ve seen people die, but I’ve never...done it myself.”. Tears now fall and you wipe them away, hands still shaking. “I’m a monster Helmut.”.
He’s taken aback. You’re not a monster, you’re the best person he knows, and what you did was in self-defence. “Darling, you’re not a monster- you’re far from a monster.”. You still don’t agree with your husband. Looking away from him, you let out a sigh.
His heart breaks seeing you blaming yourself for something that was purely self-defence. Letting your hands go, he stands up and gently pulls you to your feet, but you don’t even pull away or anything. He pulls you to a different room, away from the body, then he tells you to wait on the bed for him. Zemo leaves, leaving you alone but your eyes stay on the wall in front of you.
He deals with the body, and then begins to make some cherry blossom tea. When he’s done, he returns to you. Your eyes still remain staring at the wall in front of you, “Schatzi?”. You don’t answer, so Zemo places the stuff down and then gets on the bed next to you. “Darling.”. This time you look at him, but he can see how weak you are. How upset and angry. So he wraps an arm around you, and pulls you into his arms.
That’s when you break down. Baron’s heart drops, his arms wrapping around you tighter. “It will be okay darling, I promise you.”. He presses a soft kiss to your head. I love you.”. “I love you too.”, you reply in-between sobs.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, you talk with your husband. His hands run through your hair, fingers creating braids. You hadn’t thought he would know how to braid, but he’s really good at it and it honestly comforts you. “Thank you...”. Baron continues braiding your hair, but replies. “For what?”. “For everything. For comforting me, moving that body, and just..being here for me.”.
This time he stops. Moving his hands to take yours, and you turn your body his way, a soft smile is present on your husbands face. “You mean the world to me (y/n). I care for you more than anyone...I didn’t think I would be able to love again after...”. He lets out a sigh. “But we found eachother, and the amount of love I feel for you is...is more than words.”.
Tears begin to fall down your cheeks. Helmut moves one of his hands to rest on your cheek and he smiles. You’re the only person who sees his genuine smile, it proves that you do love eachother very much. Putting one of your hands to rest on his. “I love you Helmut.”.
“Always and forever.”
Finally finished writing this and I love it so much.
I love him so much, more than anything. Zemo deserves the world honestly, and didn’t deserve what happened to him.
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/31980610
"So you're telling me he went from your unwanted enemy to your unwanted roommate to your unwanted friend to your unwanted... crush?"
Sam and Bucky don't really get along.
Words: 722, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), John Walker (Marvel)
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov
Additional Tags: sambucky - Freeform, sambucky college au, Enemies to Lovers, Kinda, like they dont get along at first, enemies to roomates to friends to lovers, sam is in a band and plays the drums, bucky is just focused on his grades, sambucky main couple, Sam and Nat are besties, steve and buck are besties, sam and bucky are both idiots, And in love, they are cute and chaotic, im bad at tags and summaries yall, mention and use of alcohol, Strong Language
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/31980610
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/31980538
Did Steve pick him for his inability to consider consequences? Was it some weird brotherly bond of stupidity tying the two together? Did fate decide to put Bucky with every single patriotic, self sacrificing, spandex clad halfwit incapable of coming up with a sound battle plan for the hell of it, or did he do something in a past life to deserve this bullshit?
Can supersoldiers get high blood pressure? Because Bucky’s pretty sure he has high blood pressure, specifically because of Sam Wilson.
The day Captain America grows enough brain cells to stop nearly martyring himself on every mission is the day he finally gets to retire, because Jesus Christ.
Or the one where Sam and Bucky are both idiots but refuse to admit it, and it takes drastic measures for them to realize their feelings for each other.
Words: 5013, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sarah Wilson (Marvel)
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson, Sam Wilson & Sarah Wilson
Additional Tags: Captain America Sam Wilson, Sam Wilson is So Done, Bucky Barnes Is So Done, Oblivious Bucky Barnes, Idiots in Love, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Explosions, Friends to Lovers, Love Confessions, Near Death Experiences, Implied/Referenced Character Death, but only for a moment, everyone is okay, they're both reckless idiots, Reckless Sam Wilson, POV Sam Wilson, POV Bucky Barnes, First Kiss, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, this started off really lighthearted and somehow turned into this idk, I'm not sorry though
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/31980538
You, Bucky, Nat, and Sam are undercover in a Gala. Nat was supposed to be the one to get close to the target, but the initial plan goes down the drain when the target starts hitting on you instead.
Your role in this mission was simple: blend in with the guests, be on the lookout for Nat’s target, make sure nobody gets hurt. The man wasn’t that much harmless, but he was working with sketchy people.
This was probably one of your most laid-back missions yet, and it could’ve been taken cared of by other agents, but you, Nat, Bucky, and Sam wanted jumped on the possibility of a fancy night out after a day of pure boredom.
“I don’t have sight on the target yet.” you spoke in a low voice in the intercom.
“Neither do I.”
Bucky and Sam replied at the same time.
The satin floor-length gown you had on was enough to be appropriate for the occasion, and at the same time take your boyfriend’s breath away.
“I told you, quit having those heart eyes or I’ll poke them out.” Sam’s hushed voice came into the device again, confusing you.
“Who are you talking to?” you asked as you moved your way through a busy sea of people chatting along, and you took a seat by the bar.
“Your simp of a boyfriend.” Nat snorted an answer in behalf, making your cheeks burn at the flattery.
Turning your seat and scanning through the faces in the room, your eyes finally met your boyfriend’s who was standing by the corner in his well-tailored suit, ignoring the unsubtle adoring stares sent his way by other guests.
“I don’t have hearts on my eyes.” Bucky muttered weakly in defense, sending you a shy smile that you mirrored, which of course was seen by Sam from who knows which corner he’s hiding.
“Don’t make me go over there and smack that grin off you.” Sam threatened, thought you could hear the mirth in his voice.
But because of that little conversation the four of you had, you all missed to note that the target had made his way by the bar himself, and was now sitting beside you.
“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” A deep voice asked you on your side. Turning your head his way, you stared right into the eyes of the man whose picture was flashed during briefing. Curses were heard through your earpiece.
Composing yourself, you knew you couldn’t blow it. But there was a reason why Nat was the one to interact with the target and not you. And that is the well-known fact that you are bad at flirting.
“I was gonna ask you the same thing.” You found yourself answering with a smile, though you were pretty much kicking yourself now in your head.
“I am too sober for this.” you heard Sam mutter once again in your earpiece.
However, instead of being put off by your response, the target seemed to find it amusing. “So, I’m a nice girl now too, eh? I guess we nice girls should be sticking together.” he winked at you before taking a swing from his own drink.
A scoff from undoubtedly Bucky, came through.
“I think I located the secret room. Y/N keep him there so I can get what we need and leave smoothly.” Nat instructed, and you almost let out a groan from frustration.
“You’re blushing.” The man commented, bringing your attention back.
“I'm not blushing. Your face is just so hot that I got sunburned.” you attempted to redeem yourself but failed once again. You winced.
“Wow, you’re on a roll, Y/N” the tone in Sam’s voice implied that he was close to losing it.
“In a hotel ballroom at night?” the man let out a boyish laugh, shaking his head at you. “Come on, don’t let me deteriorate your confidence.”
From his reactions so far, this might actually be easier.
“Uh... People call me Y/fake/N, but you can call me tonight?” you tried to sound confident, but it was evident in your face that you were cringing.
“Keep going, darling, I might just fall in love with you.” he was still grinning at you in amusement.
“Quit flexing, Buck. We get it, you have a jawline.” Sam spoke once again, amused at seeing how hard Bucky was clenching his jaw from across the room.
“I’m about to break this guy’s jaw.” he replied through the intercom in all seriousness.
Clearing your throat, you hope that Bucky will forgive you for what’s about to come out of your mouth next. “It’s working then. I mean I would flirt, but I often seduce men with my awkwardness.” you smiled.
Nat who was being all stealthy in the secret room couldn’t help but comment. “Isn’t that your comeback to Bucky after all those teasing about your awkwardness?”
“Yep. The very same one that got him to kiss her.” Sam added to her comment.
“I didn’t know you guys kept a scrapbook of our relationship.” Bucky replied in annoyance. “It’s alright, darling.” He assured you, his tone softer.
“I owe you one.” you found yourself replying, confusing the man in front of you.
“What?” He asked.
“I- I owe you a dance!” you quickly excused from mini panic, and pull him to the dance floor. It felt really wrong, especially when the reason you even learned how to dance was also because of Bucky, who has since then gone quiet.
The man himself was good on the dancefloor, but you couldn’t help getting distracted from your own guilt, when you finally spot Nat by the exit, giving you a nod as a signal that you were free to go.
“I have to go!” you exclaimed a little too excitedly.
“Why so?” The man before you asked, slightly annoyed.
“I just have two hundred-year-old men at home. They’re kinda traditional and need me home by now.” you reasoned smoothly.
“Two?” he inquired.
“Yeah, people keep joking they might be more than platonic though.” you chuckled and waved at him while already making your way to the exit.
Once outside, you turned right around the corner to where Bucky was already waiting, while Nat and Sam were already inside the car waiting. You gave him an apologetic smile, and was ready to apologize when he pulled you into him and kissed you, almost in a desperate manner.
Pulling away, you saw that there was a glint of smile in his eyes. “You’re not mad?” you asked and he shook his head with a smile.
“Maybe just a little jealous.” He answered.
“A little?!” Sam called out from the car, with the window down. “Get your assess in here so we can go home.”
Before you could reach out the door, your boyfriend pulled you into him once again and gave you a peck before giving you a playful scolding look.
“Don’t think that I didn’t hear what you said about Steve and I, doll.”
Y/N: This is short, but I’ve been having a bad case of writer’s block and just slowly working my way through it. Lol.
Finished watching FatWS and this is the first time I have hope for MCU's future. I'm interested in seeing where they take this world and what they have to say. I'm the same anon who sent the asks about CA:CW and this is what I meant by the potential to talk about real world issues using superheroes (Sam and Isaiah's stories reflecting the black experience in USA, etc). They tried to talk about superhero ethics without condemning Steve or discussing the Accords and Karli's "cause" wasn't well 1/2
Hi, CACW anon!
There are others in the fandom way more equipped and better spoken than I to go in depth into the subject but I agree that the conversations about and related to superhero ethics and Karli and such weren't well written or executed, and imo this is because while this is a good show it very much straddles (or flipflops however you prefer to look at it) that line between wanting to and addressing certain topics while also remaining palatable to certain members of their audience. So, no tea no shade, I say this as someone who liked the show, it means they do just enough to get praise but not enough to fully push buttons (which I know is saying a lot considering how the racists came out of the woodwork when Sam became Captain America), and that leads to certain aspects of the story like Karli's not being as well written as they could have been, or even not being touched upon like how hell is paved with good intentions ie. an actual conversation about the consequences of the Avengers undoing a world changing event 5 years later.