Cuddles

Cuddles

Rex x Fem!Jedi!Reader

Summary: You are extremely affectionate with everyone but Rex and even though the Captain knows why it bothers him, he refuses to acknowledge his feelings 

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, mentions of sex

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It wasn’t unusual for the Jedi to send additional healers on dangerous or very long missions. Nor was it unusual for said healers to be Jedi, not only could their force sensitivity help them locate, and to a certain degree heal, even the toughest injuries, they could also help out in battle when needed. And so no one was surprised when you were send along with the 501st on a mission to the outer rim. 

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“Have you seen General Skywalker? I have a few questions regarding his plans for tomorrow”, Rex asked Ahsoka. 

The Padawan looked up from her datapad to point down the corridor. 

“I think he wanted a quiet place to work.” 

The way Ahsoka said the word made Rex second guess whether the General was actually working or talking to his not-so-secret wife. And even though he didn’t want to interrupt him, he knew how important time with loved ones was the night before a big battle, he really needed his questions answered. 

“Thanks.” 

Ahsoka smiled at him before turning back to her datapad. 

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Rex opened and closed a few doors in vain. 

Finally he opened the last door of the long corridor and found the General sitting on a blanket he had laid on the floor. But he was not alone. 

Rex was surprised that Anakin actually seemed to be working, he had a datapad in his hand and another laying next to him, but that wasn’t what caught the Captain’s attention. 

You were with the General. Your head was in Anakin’s lap and one of his hands was stroking your hair, which had gotten loose from your bun and was now covering part of your face. Your closed eyes and deep breaths told Rex that you were fast asleep. But instead of thinking how relaxed you looked when sleeping, when for once you didn’t have the weight of protecting the galaxy on your shoulders, he felt as if someone had just shot him right in the chest. 

“Rex, is something the matter?” 

The Captain tore his eyes away from you to look at Anakin. He tried his best to be professional, not to let a blush rise to his cheeks or his feelings show. 

“I have a few questions about tomorrow.” 

Anakin nodded. Although both men spoke in quiet voices and the General moved only slightly you began to stir and opened your eyes a moment later. 

Being a trained Jedi it took you less than a second to remember where you were and who you were with. Slowly you sat up and looked from Rex to Anakin and back again. 

“Hello, Captain”, you said with a soft smile. 

And no matter how hard he tried, heat now crept up to his cheeks. 

“I am sorry for waking you.” 

You shook your head, still smiling. 

“Nonsense, I shouldn’t have fallen asleep anyway.” 

You looked at Anakin again, who had been watching your interaction with great interest. 

“I’ll leave you two alone and get back to work then.” 

The Jedi nodded, a smile now gracing his lips as well. 

Never in his life had Rex felt as out of place as he did in that very moment. This was a private interaction and he had no business witnessing the smiles the two of you gave each other, nor the loving expression in your eyes. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away, not even when you pressed a gentle kiss to Anakin’s cheek before grabbing the second datapad from the floor. 

Rex stepped out of the door to let you pass, careful to put a bit of space between your bodies. But even the few feet between you didn’t stop him from smelling your sweet perfume. Where Jedi could get perfume in the middle of a war was beyond him, but he had come to love every whiff of the scent he got. Though now, more than ever, he knew he shouldn’t. He knew you weren’t his and would never be. 

“I’ll see you around, Rex”, you said. And for a moment, just for a short moment, Rex thought you might reach out to him. He braced himself for the touch, but it never came. Instead you smiled before closing the door behind you. 

Usually he tried his best to be respectful to General Skywalker and any other Jedi, but he couldn’t help himself. 

“Does she know about Senator Amidala?” 

Anakin got up from his spot on the floor and looked at Rex with raised eyebrows. 

“I’m not sure what you’re referring to.” 

Try as he might, Rex couldn’t keep the anger out of his tone. 

“Does (Y/N) - I mean General (Y/L/N), of course - does she know you are married to Senator Amidala?” 

Anakin stepped closer to Rex. The Captain couldn’t quite read his expression. 

“(Y/N)”, he said your name in a way that made it very clear he had noticed Rex’s slip earlier. “Does not know about Padmé.” 

“Do you think it’s fair then, to lead her on like this?” 

The Jedi looked at Rex for a moment before answering. 

“I am not leading her on, I wouldn’t do that. (Y/N) is a friend, she knows it as well as I do.” 

Relief flooded over Rex. He had to admit, it wasn’t like General Skywalker to lead someone on, and much less like him to cheat on his wife, but to see the two of you so close made him question everything he though he knew about your relationship. 

“Rex, I hope you know that you can be honest with me about… well, you and (Y/N).” 

The blond took a step back, then another, until his back hit the wall behind him. 

“I don’t know what you’re implying. There is no me and (Y/N) - General (Y/L/N), I mean.” 

Even though Rex tried to sound convincing a smirk played on Anakin’s lips. 

“Of course, Captain. Of course.” 

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Warmth

Helmut Zemo x F!Reader

Summary: you’re cold and Zemo offers you his coat

Word Count: 1k~

Warnings: minor tfatws spoilers ep3 (edit: now this is a series, I will add a warning for eventual smut)

A/N: look I’m confused too 😂 but I’ve found myself a tad obsessed with Zemo the last couple of weeks, and this just kinda happened. I don’t know if there’ll be a big audience for this, but if anyone has any Zemo requests, send them on in and I’d be excited to give them a go! Also, since Sokovian isn’t a real language, I went with a tiny bit of google translated Latvian as a substitute!

Edit: the response to this was pretty big (THANK YOU!), so I’ve turned this into a series! You can find the next part here!

Sam and Bucky had asked you to keep an eye on Zemo while they went back inside to grab some weapons before you guys left for the docks. You were missing the warmth of the party now you were outside. The night air was biting at your skin as you stood outside Sharon’s place. The skimpy dress she’d told you to wear to fit in with the crowd was fine while you were inside, but now you were out in the night, it wasn’t so great.

You tried to muscle through it, but the occasional shiver wracked through your body, prompting you to quietly hiss at the cold.

Evidently, Zemo noticed.

“Would you like my coat?” He offered, starting to shrug the coat off his shoulders

“No, thank you, Zemo.” You shook your head and held a hand up before crossing it over your chest in an attempt to conserve some warmth.

“Please, call me Helmut.” He drawled, and you looked at him in disbelief for a split second before composing yourself.

“I think I’ll stick with Zemo.” You pursed your lips and looked away.

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Dancing the night away

Synopsis: You accomply Zemo to a ball yet you feel like you don’t truly belong there and you still compare yourself to Zemo’s ex wife but Zemo comforts you and assures you he loves you

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, all the fluff, plus very spicy end scene not 18+ but hella close

Word count: 2k

Authors note: As I promised a fluff one shot after the last one. We all need more loving Zemo in our lives. Also I just wanted to say that I love and appreciate every single one of you who likes and comments on my one shots. I used to write fanfiction on sites like Quotev and Wattpad and they never really got any attention which was quite down heartening to someone who wants to carry on writing for their career so all the love you have been showing to my Zemo one shots mean the world to me. Thank you all so much.

Once again Zemo had outdone himself. Buying you the most expensive dress in the shop, lavishing you with jewelry and make-up. Looking into the mirror even you could admit how stunning you appeared. You were wearing a tight-fitting emerald green dress that flurried out at the bottom in a swirl. The front of it cut down into a low v shape showing off the sides of your breasts.

You looked like how every little girl had always wanted to look like yet you couldn’t help but wonder...was this you?

You had never imagined you would be someone who would have a lot of money or meet someone who owned money. Let alone a Baron. It had happened so suddenly and you were swept up in a daze. It felt unreal, like every time you fall asleep you expect to wake back up in your old bed in your apartment. The truth was, deep down you felt like you didn’t deserve this.

You jumped as you felt hands wrap around your waist. Resting upon your stomach and pulling you in towards their chest.

“You look like the goddess Venus” Zemo whispers as he leans his head on your neck drinking in the scent of your perfume.

“If I hadn’t already promised the president I’d be there I would say screw this dance and take you right here”

“Zemo!” you gasp, your face instantly truing bright red at such a bold remark. You two had never gone that far in your relationship yet. You needed time to be ready before you ever went that far. Zemo respected that choice though he loved to tease you like that.

He chuckles, kissing your neck briefly then pulling back to admire himself in the mirror. “We will be the best looking couple there darling”

“You think so?”

Though his mouth was still turned into a smile he turned to you serious, “I know so y/n”

You break out into a big smile making Zemo smile flashing his teeth as well. He pulls you into a soft kiss, his hands gently holding onto you.

Following Zemo, he leads you to his car and a little while later you arrive at the ball. It felt like there were thousands of people there and they were all staring at you.

Zemo loved the attention. He politely smiled at everyone and greeted his friends there, introducing you to them.

You tried to make polite conversation but you had always been rather awkward. You didn’t know what you could say to people like them but Zemo made up for it by talking for you.

It felt like hours of you walking arm in arm with Zemo till he finally led you to the dance floor.

One hand on your waist and one holding yours, you two started to waltz to the music. Zemo started intently at you. His eyes sparkling in joy just to be in your presence while your face seemed to be in a permanent state of blushing.

“Have I told you just how much I adore your blush?” Zemo asks

You slightly chuckle still looking away, “Everyday” you breathed

“And I will continue telling you every day till you believe it”

“...Zemo”

“Darling, look at me” he whispers

Slowly you manage to drag your eyes off the floor and up into his warm chocolate ones. His grip on your hand tightens as he smiles warmly at you. “Words can not describe how stunning you are y/n. Poets would weep with joy just to be in your presence, even the stars would blow down to your light”

“I love you so much Zemo” you whisper

“I love you too”

You two continue to dance for the rest of the song till the music stops. You excuse yourself to step outside for a few moments.

Though Zemo loved to tell you how much he loved you, there was always a part of you that seemed to always doubt him. You were someone so common compared to him. Compared to his ex. He hardly spoke about her. You knew they were married with a child but they were both killed and it hurt him deeply. One day you snuck into his office and found a picture of her. She was so beautiful, so different to you.

“I hate seeing you looking so down darling” you hear Zemo say as he follows you outside. He stands behind you wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder.

“I’m fine” you try to reply but Zemo shakes his head, “I know you y/n, I know you are upset by something. I want to help you with whatever is lying heavily on your soul but I can’t unless you tell me”

You don’t say anything for a moment, you just breathe in and out trying to calm your nerves. Zemo pulls back from you. He turns you around and picks up your hands in his. He brings them up and kisses them gently.

Finally, you gather up the courage to just let it all go, to just say everything that had been bothering you.

“I don’t feel like I fit in here Zemo! Before I met you I was just an average person. Someone everyone here would look down on. Part of me still finds it hard to believe you even like me. Why would someone like you, a Baron, who could have any supermodel settle for someone like me. It doesn’t make sense. I feel so outcast here and I can’t help but think about your ex-wife. She was so beautiful, I saw that picture in your office of her. I know she is prettier than me and I just can’t understand why you would choose me after being with someone like her. I just don’t understand why you choose me Zemo!” you cried, letting the tears freshly leave your eyes.

Zemo looked shocked as you spoke but his facial expression soon turned to one of sadness. He raised his hands to your face, placing it on your side, and with his thumb, he brushed the tears away.

“Oh, y/n…” he whimpered as he struggled for a moment to find the right words.

With his other arm, he wraps it around your side and pulls you close to him till you could feel his breath on yours. His eyes stare intently into yours as he speaks,

“When I saw you in that restaurant a year ago, I was awestruck. My life had turned to shit. I’d lost everything and it felt like I was drowning in the waves of pain but when I saw you it was like the angels had blessed me. What drew me to you most though was your eyes. In the sun they shone, darling, tantalizing, drawing me in deep and under. I just had to talk to you. Other women may be pretty. Perhaps. But you darling. You look like the gods came down and painted you with the best colours in existence. Everything I say to you I mean and I want you to believe it. I would do anything just so you could see yourself the way I see you. I understand how you feel about my wife. It was my fault, not talking about her to you but the way I love you isn’t the same way I loved her. I always felt like I was forced to be in love with her like it was the right thing to do. Everyone told me I would be an idiot not to pursue her so I did. Yes, I liked her but I never felt connected to her. But you darling, I would throw everything away for you. I don’t care what anyone else says because I love you. I treasure you. Just looking at you makes my heart race still and my body feel warm. I want to hold you, touch you, taste you but at the same time, I’m scared I would taint you. That you were too beautiful, too innocent for the likes of me.” Zemo declares, never taking eyes off you.

Through his words you feel yourself melting. A warmness takes over you as your heart too nervously flutters. You place your hand over his chest and you can feel his heart quickly beating, almost in time to yours. He looks at you, his eyes wide, lips slightly parted as he desperately waits for your words.

“You mean the world to me Zemo, I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you and never will. I could never come close to your way with words but...thank you. For saying that. It...it means so much to me to hear that. I’m still going to occasionally have doubts. I’m afraid that’s the way I am and I don’t think that will ever change but I’m not leaving you Zemo. Never”

Zemo wraps his arms around you bringing you into a hug as you rest on his chest, encompassed in his warmth. “I will be there every moment of every day to help you through your doubts”

Eventually, you pull back to look at him, at his lips. You were so drawn to him at that moment. You two were so close it was intoxicating. Pushing forward, you closed your eyes to kiss him. Zemo’s eyes fluttered shut as well and he raised his hands to wrap in your hair. They got tangled in them and he slightly tugged making you moan.

You both freeze as your blush comes back but you pushed past your embarrassment, kissing Zemo harder. Your core started to warm and this time you weren’t going to run away from your desire. You part your lips slightly and Zemo takes that invitation to explore your mouth with his tongue. You push into his further, wanting to feel his body against yours. This caused him to take a few steps back till he hit a wall. You moved your body slightly up and down his as you two kissed. He pulled back, out of breath as he gazed in wonder at you.

“Am I okay to go further?”

“Yes” you gasp, “Zemo I…” you knew it now, you knew you were ready, “Zemo I want you”

His teeth flash as he smiled at you before he lowered his face to your neck, sucking on a section. His hands also lowered down your back till they grabbed your ass. It elicits more moans out of you as his teeth graze your skin. His mouth wanders all over you like he was attempting to kiss every inch of you. As he moved his head lower you tangled your hands in his soft hair, tugging it slightly which made him groan.

When he reaches your chest area he grabs the back of your legs lifting you. You wrap both your arms and legs around him as he walks you over to a table and lays you down on it. You continue to hold onto him so that his body was between your tights and his chest was pressed against yours.

While everyone danced inside you and Zemo lost yourself to the pleasure outside.

Kätzchen:

A Zemo X f!reader fic

Authors Note: Okay, Zemo with that robe and Turkish delight made me feel things. So this idea formed when I was having a shower before work lol. This is my first Zemo piece and if enough peeps like it, then who knows, one shot series for him and reader in the future? It LOOSELY follows the TV show plot. Also I decided to go with German phrases in my Zemo fic. Sorry if you hate that. Please be gentle and hope you enjoy 🙏

Mini description: The gang are currently in Zemo's apartment in Riga and Y/N is recovering from jetlag due to all the travel. Bucky and Sam decide to go and scout for more info, leaving Zemo and Y/N alone. She just wants to relax, however Zemo causes trouble. Sexy trouble 😉

Pairing: Zemo X f!Reader.

Warning: Smut ahoy! Vaginal sex, hand/blow job, wall sex, gets bit rough, doggy style, reader being bratty, Zemo being a cheeky snacc, dirty talk, swearing, Zemo gives reader cute German pet name, Zemo being cute and fluffy, practise safe sex yo.

Rating: Explicit.

Word Count: 4,318.

Translation: Kätzchen is Kitten. Engel is Angel. Mein Gott is My God. Schatz is Treasure.

Please don’t steal my work, repost it, or claim it as your own. Thank you.

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Y/N had been eyeing up the gorgeous white tub in the bathroom of Zemo's apartment the minute they arrived. He made his way to the kitchen and started making some rose tea while Sam and Bucky decided the best plan would be for them to go and see if they could find any information regarding the Flag-Smashers from the locals.

She would have gone with them, but after being hit with a bout of jetlag from Zemo's damn jet, Y/N said she wanted to recover. And Sam being protective as he was, agreed it best she stay put and rest.

"You," Sam pointed at Zemo, who copied the action and pointed at himself. "Yes, you Zemo. You’re staying right here. Don't cause Y/N any trouble while we’re gone."

"Me? Trouble? Oh Sam, that hurts!" Zemo mocked as he watched Sam whisper into Y/N's ear. "You have your stun gun charged? Use it if you need to. Or if he just pisses you off."

“I’ll be fine Sam, don’t worry.” She smiled back and patted his arm.

Bucky gave Zemo a glare and Y/N a quick nod. "We'll take the key and lock you in Y/N. That way no one decides go on a pleasant afternoon stroll."

"Really gentlemen, you wound me deeply. You're locking me in my own home?" All he got was two death glares, resulting in him sighing and shaking his head.

"I wouldn't dream of putting Y/N in any form of danger. You have my word, no harm will come to her pretty little head."

"Your word means shit!" Bucky spat as he stormed out the apartment, Sam following close behind.

Zemo smirked as Y/N waved goodbye to her partners as they left them, the locking of the door echoing through the large apartment.

"Would you like some tea Y/N?" He raised a cup towards her as she joined him in the kitchen.

Y/N didn't take a sip until Zemo sighed and started to drink from his cup. "Mein Gott," he shook his head. "Hurting you achieves nothing Kätzchen. The last thing I need is Sam and James chasing me down and throwing me back in a cell. Besides, I thought we were making progress? If I was to hurt you, would I have helped back in Madripoor?"

That made sense to Y/N as she drank her tea in silence, watching Zemo finish his and start washing the cup before returning it to its home on the far kitchen corner, humming a random tune to himself.

Sam and Bucky had told her not to get friendly with him. He was the enemy. “A means to an end” as Bucky phrased it.

But Zemo made it difficult. She knew what he had done and yet was drawn to him. He oozed charm, intelligence, but she was also so aware of his wicked mind. His arrogance, his manipulation.

There had been light flirting between the pair of them in the beginning before their trip to Madripoor. Of course, this annoyed the hell out of Sam and Bucky. Especially Bucky.

During their mission there, Y/N's role was to be Zemo's love interest, much to the disgust and protest of her comrades. She was very convincing and the plan had gone well, until the phone call from Sam’s sister had them on the run.

Maybe their relationship was too convincing because since then, the sexual tension between the pair of them had amplified up.

And right now she couldn't help but watch him. Lost in his own thoughts as he looked through the kitchen cupboards, taking the contents out, looking them over and muttering to himself with the occasional tut.

His hands looked so soft and gentle, yet she watched him almost beat a man to death with them when she had been slapped to the floor by the thug. Sam had managed to drag Zemo off him but he quickly finished the job with a bullet to the man’s skull and pulled Y/N to her feet.

Zemo had protected her and come to her aid during several fights when she had run out of ammo or got pinned by an enemy. She was always thankful, but the guys never thanked him and Y/N was trying hard not to fall for him.

She had also seen a gentler side to him when he spoke to some of the local children, reminding her that he was once a father. And his gentle tone of voice when he spoke to her, with the cheeky grin spreading over his handsome face, turned her into a giddy schoolgirl.

The occasional wink after he teased Bucky in front of her or smirk after watching Sam calm his partner down. Light brushes of fingertips when passing something to each other, a glance lasting longer than it should.

Having a crush on the bad guy; scandalous.

She was pulled from her thoughts as Zemo made his way to the double doors of the master bedroom and pushed them open dramatically. He started unbuttoning his coat as he entered the room and disappeared from Y/N's sight.

She could just make out the edge of a large canopy bed with teal blue drapes. "Oh how the other half live..." she muttered to herself before finishing her tea.

She was looking through her phone on tips for getting rid of jetlag when she heard a polite cough. She glanced up to see Zemo had reappeared with a big fluffy white bathrobe in hand.

"I’ve had my fair share of jetlag over the years and my father always swore by a hot bath. And you know, the old man was right.”

He looked down at the floor, his eyes full of sadness and Y/N couldn’t help feel sorry for the man. Zemo lost everyone he loved that day.

“Ahem, apologies Y/N,” Zemo cleared his throat and focused on her once again. “This is … was … a backup robe for my … Here.” He held out the robe to her like it was suddenly on fire. “Please feel free to enjoy the bath Y/N.” He nodded at the bathroom.

"Really? You don't mind?"

"If I did mind, I wouldn't have offered Kätzchen." He replied with a soft smile. "Besides, it might help with the jetlag and I seen your eyes light up when you spotted it."

“Good point”, Y/N smiled back as she locked her phone and started walking towards him. “Thanks Zemo.”

“Helmut, please.”

“Thanks Helmut.”

He gave her a small nod and handed her the robe. Their fingertips touched and Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. Glancing up, she seen Zemo’s were doing the same. She chuckled and thanked him again before walking as fast as she could to the bathroom.

“I’m going to finish checking the kitchen supplies,” Zemo called before she closed the doors. “Not sure when the gentleman I paid to keep an eye on the place restocked the cupboards with fresher items. And who knows how long we have to stay here.”

Y/N nodded, smiled and closed the doors. Missing the wink from Zemo.

“Enjoy the bath Kätzchen.” He whispered to no-one.

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Y/N guessed that she had been in the bath for about twenty minutes before she started to drift off to sleep. As the bath had filled with hot water, she had searched the shelves, finding lotions, oils, muscle soaks and let out a little squeak when she found the bottle she wanted.

Thus the white tub was now full of bubbles and she was living her Pretty Woman dream. Her head was rested on the soft bath pillow, the smell of lavender in the air.

Just close my eyes for a moment …

She didn't hear the bathroom doors open.

"Be careful you don't drown Kätzchen..."

"Zemo?! What the fuck?!" Y/N squeaked as she jolted up, knocking the pillow onto the floor. Thankfully the amount of bubbles and depth of the tub hid her breasts from view.

Zemo was leaning in the doorway, wearing a blue robe that was tied around his waist, some of his chest exposed, the light brown hairs dusting his skin on show.

She glanced down and noticed he had no trousers on either. Y/N took a big gulp as she looked back up at his face, that smirk was back.

"Turkish delight?" He offered in a light tone of voice as he opened his hand, revealing some clear wrapped sweets.

"What?" Y/N asked, still shaken up at being disturbed by the charming intruder. "Where's Sam and Bucky?"

"I asked if you wanted a Turkish delight,” Zemo chuckled as he gently tossed all but one of the sweets onto the nearby bathroom vanity table. “And they're both still out. Sam called about five minutes ago. That John Walker has managed to find them.”

He tutted to himself and started to unwrap the sweet, the crinkling noise suddenly amplified in the bathroom. “So they’re trying to give him the slip before heading back here. Don’t want to give our location away."

Zemo looked up and made direct eye contact with Y/N, making her sink more into the water, which was starting to get lukewarm. That gorgeous mouth of hers opening and closing as she tried to form words.

She’s still in shock. How adorable.

Zemo hadn’t really had any interest in relationships, sexual or long lasting since his wife passed. And well, being locked up in a cell would put a damper on any romantic ventures.

He had received emails, letters from women and men across the globe who wanted a piece of the Baron. He needed to move on, she would have wanted him to. But he rejected all of them. He wasn’t interested.

That was until he encountered Y/N, the day he escaped from his prison cell. She was stood between those two morons and had screamed when she first seen him. He had simply stared at her in awe before the abuse from Sam and Bucky started.

Incredible first impression…

Zemo found Y/N achingly beautiful but now seeing her like this, wet and vulnerable, it made him want her more. That delicious red blush across her cheeks and descending down her throat. There was also a blush on the tips of her ears.

And to hazard a guess, he bet her nipples were erect too. Her heavy breathing hadn't gone unnoticed. Was she nervous? Turned on?

Zemo was hoping the latter.

"Think the water might be getting cold now Kätzchen. Don't want you catching your death now do we?"

He was about the pop the sweet in his mouth when Y/N finally came to her senses and shook her head. She lifted a wet, soapy hand out of the water and pointed to the doors. "Um. Can you shut the doors please?"

Zemo smiled, nodded and pocketed the Turkish delight as he entered the bathroom and closed the doors behind him.

"No Helmut," She sighed, he simply cocked his head at her. "I wanted you to leave and shut the doors behind you."

"You wanted the doors shut Y/N. You never mentioned which side of them you wanted me on."

She rolled her eyes at his smart ass retort. "You know exactly what I meant Zemo. I want to get out and dry off. I can’t do that with you in here can I?"

Zemo put his hands in the pockets of the robe and took a step forward, that charming grin making its way onto his handsome face. Y/N took another gulp, his look reminded her of a predator advancing on its prey.

Oh shit…

"Are you sure you don't need assistance Y/N? Have you fully recovered from your jetlag? The last thing we want is you having a slip or fall."

He stopped a couple of steps in front of the tub and she watched him retrieve the sweet from his pocket.

He took a bite out of the soft treat, his tongue darted out to lick the powdered sugar of his bottom lip. She actually envied that piece of gummy sweet. Y/N wanted him to lick her, make her scream his name with just his tongue.

The thought should have shocked her but it didn’t.

Zemo’s eyes rolled in the back of his head in pleasure, before he closed them and made the most erotic sound. “Mein Gott." He purred as he chewed and swallowed.

He slowly opened his eyes, a seductive gaze falling onto Y/N. "It has been so long since I tasted real Turkish delight..." He licked his lips again, not breaking eye contact with her.

Another gulp from her throat didn't go unnoticed and Zemo couldn't help but smirk. He hadn't even touched her yet and it was clear she was aroused by him.

“Have you tried Turkish delight Y/N? Real Turkish delight?” He quizzed her as he advanced to the edge of the tub. She could smell his cologne. Something definitely expensive.

He held out the piece he had taken a bite out of. “Go ahead Kätzchen, try it. Guarantee you’ve never had anything like it before…”

This felt like some forbidden fruit shit to Y/N. She knew the nuns from her schooldays would be looking down on her, screaming to not be taken in by the charming serpent, this beautiful fiend.

But it was too late, she was ready to fall.

Y/N moved to kneel in the water and crossed her arms on the side of the tub, looking up at him, her mouth slightly parted and tongue pushed out. Daring him, taunting him. Zemo could feel his half-harden cock start to fully harden at the sight.

He gently placed the Turkish delight onto her willing, pink tongue. And she happily accepted it. But not before she could quickly grab his wrist and to his shock, he didn’t struggle or pull back.

She pushed the sweet to the side of her cheek and took his thumb into her hot mouth. And sucked. Sucked all the sugar and powder off till it was clean.

“Fuck me,” Zemo muttered as she released his thumb with a pop. “Oh Y/N, my Schatz.” He purred and closed his eyes as she sucked and licked his finger that had gotten powder on it.

She gently bit his finger before letting go, the growl he released going straight to her cunt. “Brat,” he growled at her as she chewed the Turkish delight.

“How long are we going to keep dancing around this?” He gestured between them.

“What do you mean Helmut?” Y/N asked as she batted her eyelashes at him.

He smirked at the fact she used his name and started to untie his bathrobe. “You can act cute and shy all you want Y/N. But I know you. The real you. I seen it in Madripoor. When you grinded against me in the club, when you sat on my lap and poured that drink into my mouth. When you got jealous when that poor woman tried to flirt with me, I think you bruised her wrist and ego. Go ahead Y/N, tell me I’m wrong.”

He was right and he knew he was. That night was only an act for Sam and Bucky. For Y/N, it was a reward for the restless nights, dreaming of being close to him. She couldn’t deny it. And she had Zemo, Helmut, here before her. Wanting her.

Zemo could see she wasn’t 100% sure, so he let his robe fall to the floor and he couldn’t help but grin at the gasp she let out. “I take it you approve then Kätzchen?” he whispered with his charming cockiness.

Before she could talk herself out of it, Y/N reached forward and gently took his length in her hand. He let out a little mewl and she couldn’t help but bite her lip. Reducing a man, this powerful man, to a mess. And she had only just touched him.

His cockhead was red and had already started to drip precum as she stroked him, his little groans spurring her on. One hand was holding the side of her face, gently tilting it to make her look up at him.

The sight made him thrust his hips forward, making Y/N giggle. “That good?” she teased.

Zemo nodded and took her other hand, placing it on his ball sac. She took the hint and gently cupped it as she continued to stroke his cock. He threw his head back in pleasure, eyes closed, the little moans escaping from his lips turned her on and she started to speed up her pumps.

“You like that Helmut? Like me playing with your big cock?”

His eyes snapped back open and he looked down at her. “My, my. What a naughty mouth you have on you Kätzchen,” he purred as she winked and gently fondled his balls. “I might ne-need t-to-put my coc- FUCK!” He roared as Y/N decided to take his dick into her mouth.

She was hot, wet and tight as she tried to take his whole length in one greedy go. Zemo moaned and gently thrusted into her, as she bobbed her head and licked every bump and vein of his prick.

“Your mouth feels divine Y/N. But I need to find out what your cunt feels like around my cock!” he growled as she swirled her tongue over the slit of his prick, letting drool mixed with precum drip down her chin.

Depositing little kisses onto his red, angry cockhead, teasing and prodding the slit. All while playing with his balls and pumping his cock.

No one had touched him like this in years. Even in his wildest fantasies, he couldn’t conjure up such an erotic and beautiful sight. This goddess, this Engel, on her knees before him, wet and longing. For him and him alone. And he was close.

Don’t cum you idiot!

Zemo quickly pulled his prick from Y/N’s mouth, a little moan of protest left her swollen lips. She pouted at him as he cupped her face once more. ”Oh Kätzchen. Mein Kätzchen. If you keep that up, I’ll cum in your mouth. And that’s something I want to do later.”

He helped her out of the bath, holding her warm body tightly against him. She shivered and he went to grab the bathrobe for her. Zemo held it open for her but Y/N shook her head.

“I want you Helmut. Please.” she purred as she wrapped her arms around his neck, the bathrobe now dropped to the floor.

His hands went to grab her ass and he roughly squeezed her cheeks. Y/N let out a small cry and Zemo crashed his lips to her. Sugar, sweat and his precum mixed together, with the tang of the citrus from the Turkish delight.

It started slow and sweet but quickly built up to biting lips and tongues and clashing teeth. It was feral. His lips moved from hers and down her throat, nipping, biting and sucking as he went. Marking her as his.

“I need you Helmut,” she whimpered as he finished sucking a bruise onto her soft neck. “Need you now. Please!” She looked up into those deep, brown eyes and for a moment, she wasn’t in the arms of a villain or a mastermind.

Those were the eyes of a man who had loved and lost. Who loved and was loved. This wasn’t supposed to happen…

“And you shall have me Kätzchen.”

Zemo led her to the nearest wall and pushed her up against it. His hands were back on her ass and he squeezed again, hard. Y/N whimpered against the cold stone and let out a little cry when she felt his cock slide between her cheeks as he teased her with his length.

“Next time, I’m having you in a bed Y/N,” he whispered into her ear, his voice straining with lust. “And before you say anything; yes there is going to be a second time! There are going to be many more times Kätzchen!”

She moaned at the thought and pushed her ass back into him, wiggling it. Zemo gave her ass cheek a slap. “Brat!” he spat as he slapped it again, watching the flesh jiggle under his palm. “Good things come to those who wait Y/N.” He purred as he poked at her wet, dripping entrance, his hands holding her hips in a bruising grip.

Before she could protest anymore, Zemo slipped his cock into her tight cunt. The pressure made him hiss as Y/N choked out a silent scream. But he was able to bottom out and rested his head on her shoulder once he was fully in.

“Fuck,” He muttered into her skin. “I might not last long Y/N. It’s been so long. Please forgive me if I don’t.”

“Move,” she pleaded as her velvet walls gripped him. “I’ll forgive you Helmut, but please move!”

He kissed her shoulder, pulled back and slapped his hips forward. Y/N wailed as Zemo started thrusting, setting a fast pace. He really wasn’t going to last long.

Her cunt was like a vice and he couldn’t help but smile at how greedy it was. It kept pulling him back in, refusing to let him pull all the way out.

Y/N started pushing back to meet his thrusts, her moans mixing with his delicious groans. His once perfect hair was now falling into curls and bouncing against his forehead.

His right hand moved from her hip and grabbed her right breast, teasing the nipple between his fingers. Y/N mewled at the pain and pleasure Zemo was giving her. “Harder Helmut, harder!” she begged.

She assumed he was swearing in German as he pounded into her, both hands now back on her hips. He was gritting his teeth, sweat dripping from him.

“I need you to cum Y/N, cum for me Engel!” he growled as he started to flick and rub at her neglected clit.

Y/N cried out as she could feel something starting to snap. It had been too long for her aswell. His skilled fingers and cock making her come undone.

“Close!” She squeaked as Zemo pulled out and gently positioned her onto all fours on the floor, Y/N rested on her elbows and pushed her ass up into the air. Thankfully his discarded bathrobe was perfect for their knees to rest on.

He kneeled behind her and quickly shoved his cock back inside her. “Yes! Yes ohmyfuckingGodHelmut! Yes!” She screamed into the bathrobe, smelling his cologne and his natural scent. The angle was perfect and Zemo was able to push deeper into her.

Her cunt was starting to really tighten around him and he bit his lip, trying to get her to come first.

His fingers were back on her clit, flicking and rubbing, trying to pull her closer to the edge. “Cum Y/N, cum on my cock. Let me feel you!” he pleaded as he felt his own release get closer. He pinched her clit and rubbed harder, pulling her rougher onto his cock.

Y/N screamed as she felt her coil snap as Zemo fucked into her harder and faster. His cockhead hitting her cervix, the sounds of skin slapping and his heavy breathing pushing her closer to euphoria.

Her toes curled and her vision blurred for a moment as she felt Zemo reach his peak at the same time as her.

His cum filled her and started to drip out as he slowed his thrusts down, until he finally stopped. He tried not collapse on top of her and focused on his breathing.

It had been a long time since he slept with anyone and was doing his best not to pass out.

“Helmut? Are you ok? Zemo!”

He blinked and looked down, Y/N looking back at him. “As much as I enjoy looking at you and having your dick in me, my knees are fucking killing me!” She laughed.

Zemo nodded and gently pulled his now soft cock out of her, their mixed fluids dripping onto his bathrobe. He let out a pornographic moan as he watched Y/N’s cunt clench around nothing.

“You have a pretty pussy Kätzchen,” he teased breathlessly as she squirmed and tried to sit down. “I think you’ll need another bath. How is the jetlag?”

Y/N burst out laughing, she had completely forgotten. “Well your dad was right. Hot bath did the job.” She winked at him as he blushed.

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Once they had both bathed again, Y/N having to tell Zemo about his wandering hands, they had retreated to the large couch in the lounge area of the apartment.

She was snuggled up against him, both in clean bathrobes, as Zemo played with her wet hair. Happy and tranquil. Until her mobile went off, making both of them jump and separate.

The caller ID was Sam.

“Hey Y/N!” Sam whispered down the phone. “We have a situation here with Walker. Been trying to lose this guy for the last hour. He is not giving up. Might be out longer than we thought. Try and lead him away before we head back.”

She could hear Bucky cursing followed by a threat directed at Zemo. “Sonofabitch better not have touched her or he’s picking a window and going through it!”

She snorted as Zemo winked at her, clearly hearing him. “Tell Bucky I’m fine Sam. Will you guys be safe?”

“Always kiddo. Always. We’ll be back as soon as we can. I’ll keep you posted. Watch Zemo and stay out of trouble.”

“Won’t let him out of my sights Sam,” she winked back at Zemo who growled and started to kiss her neck. “See you soon, be careful!” Y/N managed to get out before hanging up and playfully slapping Zemo on the shoulder.

“How about that second round? You did promise me the next time would be in a bed Helmut.” She purred as he took her hand. “Of course Kätzchen, of course.” He smiled back.

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Fandom:  MCU Pairing:  Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader Warnings:  Sexual intercourse with a female-identifying person with a vagina + a bit of sugar daddy Zemo vibes at the end Notes:  Y’all… don’t judge me. I have a power kink, and Marvel did me dirty by randomly deciding that Zemo is fifthly rich royalty. And my girl @henrysmorgan​ did me even dirtier by actively encouraging my attraction to this fucker. So, blame Marvel, and blame her. // This is kind of really fucking long, and I didn’t edit it much, because I wanted to get it posted before episode 4, in case that episode flips the script. So, potentially some editing issues, and slightly rushed writing. Hopefully it’s alright, but please let me know if I screwed up anywhere. // Lots and lots of TFAWS ep. 3 spoilers

When Bucky texted you to ask that you meet him in some dusty, old, abandoned-looking car garage, you certainly didn’t know what to expect. All you knew was that an old friend needed your help, so you intended to be there.

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Perfectly exasperating

Synopsis: You really disliked Zemo, but one person you disliked more? John Walker. After bonding over how you disliked him with Zemo, you have the unfortunate situation of running into John. He flirts, insults, and hurts you and Zemo is ready to put him in his place.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings/Tags: Use of swear words, John Walker being a dick, soft Zemo, protective Zemo

Author’s note: I was not intending this fic to come out as long as it did. This was one of the ones I had been putting off to write other stuff till I finally pulled myself around to writing it and ended up getting really into it. Funny how that happens.

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“Would you care for a Turkish delight?”

You bite the inside of your mouth in annoyance, refusing to even look at him. Instead of forcing your eyes to focus on a spot in front of you, not moving them in the slightest. Zemo waited for a few moments before sighing and turning away from you.

“You’ll eventually have to talk to me, y/n” he exclaims as he walks over to the kitchen side of the room. You were sitting in the safe house Zemo had provided. There wasn’t much to do, just sit and wait till the funeral started. Zemo sought to communicate to you to keep you two occupied, but you didn’t want to talk with him, so you didn’t. You just sat on the settee, staring at the sofa opposite you while Zemo walked around looking through the cupboards for food.

You were pissed when Bucky revealed he broke Zemo out of prison.

The avengers had been your family. Whenever you needed them Steve would be there to offer you advice, Tony there to make you laugh. Nat there to beat up whoever required it. Everything was wonderful in your life. For once. And he had ruined it.

He caused the family you loved to split, hate each other, and that left you alone. So alone. Losing both Tony and Steve made you more mad at Zemo. He robbed the last years you could have spent with them, so yeah, no wonder you refused to talk to him.

He loved to annoy you, though. Any moment he got he was beside you, creating sarcastic remarks about what was happening, trying to joke around with you. Trying anything to communicate with you. The worst of it was when he insisted you had to be his date on the mission in Mandripoor. Feeling his arm wrap around you, a kiss to your temple, the smell of his cologne flooding you, drawing you in. It pissed you off knowing how easily you fit into the role of his date. Yet you knew deep down why. Every time he made a snide remark, you had to bite your tongue to stop making one back. Every time he tried to joke with you, it took all your effort not to snort. You hated him and everything he does, yet you could sense a fondness growing for him, just a slight one, in the deepest corner of your heart. Left there to be locked away. Never acknowledged.

“So, the new Captain America, huh? What’s he like?” you hear Zemo ask, leaning on the counter of the kitchen table, his eyes burning into the side of your head.

You feel bile rise to your mouth as he spoke.

John Walker.

John fucking Walker.

If you hated Zemo, you despised John Walker. Just thinking of him brought a scowl to your lips. Steve meant everything to you. He was a father figure to you. He stood for all you believed in. He was your hope, your light in the darkness. And John Walker seemed to tarnish it. You wouldn’t have minded him if he was a different mascot for America. If he became America’s new hope. It was the fact that they called him Captain America. That he had the shield. The title belonged only to Steve. He claimed he wasn’t trying to replace Steve, but that is what he was doing. Him being called Captain America felt like a spit on Steve’s memory. People would forget him, everything he did for the country he loved. They would only focus on John Walker, and you detested that.

You didn’t blame Sam for giving away the shield, unlike Bucky. You could understand why he did it. That shield held such a responsibility, such a legacy it seemed impossible to ever live up to. No, you blamed the people who took the shield away from the museum. Without Sam’s permission. They should have asked Sam. But of course they didn’t care. They didn’t care at all.

“I see by your reaction that your impression of him isn’t a pleasant one,” Zemo says, bringing you out of your thoughts and back to reality.

“Have you met him?” he asks

You try to hold back your opinion, but John Walker made you so frustrated, you knew if you didn’t rant about him you would burst.

“Yes. He’s a dick,” you spit out

Zemo quickly straightens up, surprised you actually answered one of his questions.

“Oh? Are you finally speaking to me.” he inquires, walking around the kitchen counter towards you.

“Don’t push your luck” you mutter, side eyeing him as he sits down opposite you. Sam and Bucky were out leaving you alone with Zemo. At the moment you were all waiting till the funeral. Zemo claimed there were a few hours to kill before everyone had to gather. Sam and Bucky decided to check out the town, make sure they knew it well in case a situation occurred where we had to dash. They had forced you to babysit Zemo.

“No, no, I like to hear you talk. Please, if talking about how this new Captain America is a dick is how I get you to speak to me, then let’s continue.” Zemo says, pouring out a glass of whisky for you and him. He holds the glass out to you, an eyebrow raised. You sigh, grabbing the glass out of his hand and drank, feeling the warmth creep up your throat. Zemo chuckles as he watches you, leaning back on the sofa, his arms resting on top of it.

“My, my. The man must be terrible if just the thought of him is making you talk and accept drinks from me,”

“He’s so infuriating! He thinks because he is Captain America he can stick his nose in other people’s business!”

“Ah, so he is one of those people. Doesn’t understand boundaries. How rude,”

“And get this, he got annoyed at us! Telling us we should stay out of his way when he is the one getting in our bloody way!”

“No” Zemo fake gasps

“Yes!” you exclaim, going into a rant, “I can’t even bear to call him Captain America. He doesn’t deserve to be called that. His actual name is John Walker. He claimed he wasn’t trying to replace Steve, but that is exactly what he is doing! And how he talks to me as well. He’s so condescending, treating me as if I am a kid while trying to compliment me and act like he’s all that in front of me,”

Zemo’s eyes narrow and he places the glass down on the table between you two, “You mean he flirts with you?”

“If you could call that pathetic excuse flirting. I suppose. It pisses me off though,”

“I can imagine. He sounds nothing like what Steve was. Nothing like his legacy,”

It was your turn to narrow your eyes, watching Zemo curiously. “I assumed you hated Steve”

“I never hated him. No. I can admire what he stood for, I just find unrealistic. All superheroes are flawed. Innocents will consistently be collateral damage while superheroes are allowed to exist.”

You stare at Zemo, amazed. Not realising the silence you were making. You had always thought he hated Steve. It always seemed that way. Yet he didn’t? Knowing he didn’t hate the guy you always viewed as a father figure mattered to you. And you don’t know why.

Zemo stared back at you. He was studying your eyes, trying to figure out what you were thinking. He didn’t realise what he thought about Steve would have affected you, but it appears he was wrong.

“Don’t worry y/n we’re back and guess what! We found your fav-” Sam shouts, opening the doors of the room and strutting in but he pauses, noticing you and Zemo staring at each other from the sofa’s. “What’s going on here?”

Zemo is the one to pull out of the eye contact trance, smirking as he looks over at Sam, “We were just discussing John Walker.”

Bucky who had followed Sam in grounded at hearing Zemo utter that name. “Perhaps you two would like a drink and join us in considering how much of a dick he is?” Zemo asks, raising his glass to them.

A few hours later you walked down the street following Zemo to find his associate. You didn’t appreciate how secretive he was being, but you understood it. He had many people who wanted to get him, and the second he wasn’t useful to us. He would be doomed.

“It’s too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit” you hear a whiny voice shout. Peering up, you notice John Walker and his sidekick ‘Battlestar’ or whatever jogging down the steps towards you.

“Ah! How did you find us now” Bucky shouts with his arms raised, striding towards them.

“Come on. You really think three Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention,” his friend responds.

“No more keeping us in the dark,” John mutters angrily

Zemo, who you were walking besides, turns his head to you, “I understand what you mean by infuriating”

You chuckle as John looks angrily between you two, “You can start by telling us why you broke him out of prison,”

“He did that himself technically” Bucky replies, and Zemo grins at you, as if bragging about it.

“Aw, this better be an unbelievable explanation-” John Walker exclaims, reaching up to you.

“Hey take it easy before it gets weird,” Sam suggests, interrupting John.

“I know where Karli is,” Zemo reveals to John Walker, his seductive accent sticking out from the rest of them. He tries to walk past John. You, Bucky and Sam follow, but John stops him, placing a hand on his chest.

Zemo glares ahead, disgusted at John for even daring to touch him.

“Well, where” he says, getting into Zemo’s face

“All we know is, it’s a memorial so we are going to intercept her there,” Sam adds, trying to defuse the tension.

Zemo grabs John Walker’s hand and pushes it off him, striding forward again, and you jog to catch up with him.

“See why I call him a dick now,” you whisper

Zemo smirks, looking back at you, “Yes. He’s perfectly exasperating”

“What? No. Wait. No! No! Stop. Hold on. Stop. Okay?” John exclaims running forward and stopping you all in your tracks again after something Sam had said. “I think we are way past reasoning with her”

Zemo just stares ahead, fed up with John while you groan in annoyance. Not being able to even bring yourself to look at the man in front of you.

They argue for a few moments while you and Zemo stand idly to the side, Zemo glances at you rolling his eyes making you giggle. You smack his arm slightly trying to get him to stop making you laugh, but that only makes Zemo chuckle along with you. Eventually they calm John down but he glares over at Zemo, “We will deal with you later.”

“I’m sure it will all come to an agreeable conclusion” Zemo says, gesturing with his hands. He walks ahead, searching for his associate while John Walker moves beside you. You try to pick up your pace, but he keeps up.

“So working with a criminal now. Not very avengery like. I thought Zemo hated Steve. I wonder what Steve would think of you working with him,” he mutters peering at you.

“Need I remind you-you are also working with him now,”

“Come on, darling, don’t be like that,” John responds grinning, placing his palm on your back.

“Get your hand off me” you growl scowling at him

“Most women would fawn over me” John cockily resorts, still not removing his hand

“She asked you to remove your hand” you hear Zemo state, glancing over you see he had stopped walking forward, turned around and was now glaring at John. “Do I need to remove it for you?” he says angrily.

John frowns at Zemo. Finally, taking his hand off you and striding up to Zemo. Zemo tilts his head, his jaw clenching in fury as he stares at John.

“You are nothing but a dirty criminal. Don’t think for a second you can talk to me like that,”

“I will when you are being rude and disrespectful towards a lady,”

John scoffs, peeking over to you, then back to Zemo. Everyone else was standing to the side, not sure if they should intervene or not.

“What did she suck you off or something?”

Chaos ensured.

Bucky and Sam had to leap forward to stop Zemo from launching onto John while Battlestar had to hold John back. “Too far man, too far” he muttered to John

Zemo was snarling at John, his teeth bared in rage. His hair had fallen loose from their usual position and was hanging down over his forehead, giving him a more wild look. The vein in his neck stood out, twitching. His eyes were raging with fire as he looked at John. He kept trying to push past Bucky and Sam to get to John, but eventually gave up knowing it was futile.

You were standing at the side, shocked that John would have the ego to say something like that and at Zemo’s rage towards John for saying it. John adjusts his head. Not looking you in the eyes, but looking in your direction. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of said that”

Pulling your senses together, you walk up to John, glaring at him. “Yeah, you damn well shouldn’t have. You’re a dick. Nothing like Steve. You never will be,”

John wrinkles his nose in anger, frowning at your remark. You walk over to Zemo now that Bucky and Sam had let go of him. You give him a nod, showing your appreciation, and he nods back, though still glaring at John.

“Who I choose to associate myself with is none of your business. Who I choose to suck off is none of your business. Perhaps you can go fuck yourself and learn a bit of decency,” you spit at him.

A brilliant thought crosses your brain for another way to twist the dagger of your dislike into John. You reach out and grab onto Zemo’s hand, clasping it.

The action causes everyone to turn wide eyed to you. Including Zemo. He glances down at your hand in his then back to yours, surprise in his gaze but he immediately covers it up turning back to John smirking. He turns to behind himself, then back to the group.

“My associate is up ahead,”

You all turn to look forwards and see a little girl staring at you. Walking forward again, gripping his hand, Zemo nods to the girl as you all approach.

“Hello my friend,”

He holds out some money, a lot by the looking of it, and says to her, “This is for your family”

The girl hastily snatches it, obviously in need of it, and you can’t help but feel your heart warm a bit, seeing how kind Zemo was being to her.

“Can you show us the way?”

She beckons with her hands and walks forward. Zemo looks back at you, nodding to make sure you were okay, then follows her.

“What the hell” John murmurs from behind.

Following the girl, she leads you to a building. She turns, pointing inside a doorway, and runs inside not to be seen again.

“Karli’s in there,” Zemo tells the rest of the group. Sam replies and heads inside to talk to her while John suddenly grabs Zemo’s arm and yanks him against the machine on the wall.

Zemo moans as he is shoved into it, the hard outer piece hitting into his chest roughly.

“Hey. You’ve got ten minutes” John shouts to Sam as he takes out a pair of handcuffs and attaches them to Zemo.

“Really” Zemo mutters as John cuffs him to the machine.

“Then we are doing things my way,” John declares ignoring him

“Aggressive” Zemo jokes, though from his eyes you could still see the anger he harbors towards John.

He twists his head to watch John stride forward, staring at Sam, then back to him. “But I get it”

You wander over to stand by Zemo as you wait for Sam to talk to Karli.

“This day has brought a lot of changes. This morning you refused to say a single thing to me and now just moments ago you were holding my hand,” Zemo speaks quietly to you.

You shoot him a glare, “I did that to agitate John,”

“Sure, that was the only reason” but you knew from his eyes he didn’t believe you. They sparkled with amusement as he looked down at you.

“That cuff must bother you” you mention glancing over at them.

“I don’t mind. I quite enjoy cuffs, in the right setting of course,” he quips.

You turn on your side, looking at him, your lips curling into a smile. If we are going to play that game, you thought.

“Oh, what setting would that be?”

Zemo’s smile deepened, enjoying seeing you play along, “I’m sure you would like to know”

“Do you have to do this here!” John exclaims, glaring at the two of you. You quickly step back from Zemo, forgetting that you two had company. Your eyes snap to Bucky’s with worry, but he wasn’t looking at you. He glared at the ground, not seeming to care what was happening between you and Zemo.

After that Zemo tried to engage you in conversation again but you effectively ignored him, going back to how you were treating him earlier, which you knew was frustrating him.

John was looking down at the shield, then squeezed the bridge of his nose with his fingers, panting. Both you and Zemo glanced up, watching him cautiously. You glanced at Zemo and he stared back, confirming you were both thinking the same thing about Walker.

He got up and started shuffling towards the doorway. Both you and Bucky eyed at each other for the first time with the same recognition in your eyes. You leave Zemo’s side to walk over to where John was.

“No, no, no. This is a bad idea,” John mutters as he paces around. Zemo watches him like a hawk while you and Bucky stand side by side, arms crossed.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes, John. Sit tight,” Bucky replies.

“Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me,” he spits back, pacing around.

“He knows what he is doing,” you reply

There’s silence for just a moment. You watch as John turns towards you and walks fast, hitting his fist against the shield, “I’m going in”

Bucky walks forward and places his hand on John, stopping him from moving further.

He tries to antagonise Bucky, trying to make him guilty for what could happen to Sam. And you could tell his words were influencing him.

“You will not be going in till ten minutes are up,” you state sauntering over to them

“Oh, so the whore has something to say,” John spits out

In the back, Zemo growls, tugging on the cuffs that connected him to the wall. You feel the outrage prick up on you as John’s remark.

“Don’t call her that” Bucky says, glaring at John

“She’s been openly flirting with the terrorist over there, so yeah, I think it’s appropriate to call her that,” John bites back

You rush forward, attempting to punch John in rage, but he was able to sidestep you and brings the shield up, connecting it harshly to the side of your head. Pain soars across your face as you fall down onto the ground. You groan, your eyesight going dark around the sides and black patches covering parts of what you could see.

“BASTARD” you hear someone shout with a beautiful accent. From the floor, you can’t make out much of what is going on. Someone with a metal arm attacking another guy. A man with a shield being attacked by a man in a trench coat. It was all too confusing for you. You just wanted to sleep.

You could feel yourself fading in and out. Your eyes begging to close. You could hear shouting. Someone talking.

Your head was raised. Someone was holding it in their hands. Your vision is blurry but as they get nearer your eyes could focus on them. Beautiful brown eyes, messy brown hair, cute thin lips. It was him.

“Y/n!?” Zemo shouted at you, “Y/n stay with me”

“My head hurts” you mutter to Zemo as he lifts you up, placing you against the wall. Slowly your eyesight came back, and you could see your surroundings. Only you and Zemo were left.

“Zemo, where is everyone?” you ask turning your head, but in doing so it makes you feel incredibly dizzy. You groan as Zemo places a hand on the side of your face to stop you moving.

“They went after the Sam,”

“I need to help them!”

“No, you need to stay here and recover,”

You look over at the wall then back to Zemo, “How did you get out of the cuffs?” you ask

“Ah well…” Zemo says and glances down at his hand, your eyes follow and widen seeing his hand, bruising covering it, his thumb sticking out at an odd angle.

“You broke your hand to get out!?”

“Well, I couldn’t let him get away with saying those things and hurting you,” Zemo mutters, smiling slightly but you could see the pain flickering in his eyes, “I gave him a well-deserved punch in the face”

You chuckle at the thought. Leaning forward, you kiss him lightly on his forehead, a gesture of you wanting to ease his pain. You move back just in time to see him looking at you, surprised, before your vision faded.

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