[ SOMEWHERE IN SOKOVIA ]
[ MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON - 05:50PM - NOVEMBER 2019]
[ INMATE #107521 : BARON HELMUT ZEMO ;; CHARGES: MASS MURDER, ASSOCIATE OF THANOS, TREASON TO SOKOVIAN GOVERNMENT, ENEMY TO EVERY KNOWN GOVERNMENT OF THE WORLD ;; SENTENCE: 275 YEARS ]
There's beauty about being locked in a box for all this time. You lose all sense of time, sense of sanity and most importantly you lose a sense of yourself. But not me, if there was one thing my father always taught me, it was to know exactly who you are and who you are up against. Life - is a game and the only way to win when you know all the odds are stacked against you? Outsmart your opponent.
A gentle hum filled the confined space, paintbrush in hand - which took more than convincing to acquire. The Baron stood a couple of steps back, the only color they provided him with was black but somehow the man was able to make a complete array of shades with only this one.
The clunky door with the most obnoxious squeak when opened, announced yet another check-up. Eyes did not move from his portrait; it took him two years to perfect it and depending on your perspective - some might say it's not yet done. However, Zemo found that it was more than just done... It's a masterpiece... The thought echoed through his mind.
The mural, on the other hand, portrayed the man standing with his right foot on the once Captain America’s shield while a pile of dead bodies made up a heap underneath it. Faces that once crossed paths with Helmut, betrayed him or were simply in the way of his genius. A shout of German drew him out of his daze, how dare they interrupt his only moment of peace. With a glance over his shoulder "It is indeed spectacular" the guard placed the food on Helmut's table. A slight step to the side and that exact wall blew apart as if by sheer will the concrete exploded inward. A puff of smoke and a familiar figure stepped toward the Baron.
"Hope you didn't miss me too much Baron" Karla Sofen, also known as Moonstone. Helmut would not say he is deeply appreciative of her sudden yet abrupt entrance but she is someone who he could count on to always find a way to get him out of a tight situation.
After insisting that Dr. Sofen works as his psychiatrist, they came up with this plan two years ago. Working slowly to get everything running smoothly. She did not think twice of executing the guard after she held out the once-notorious fur-lined jacket every man in the Zemo lineage wore since the start of the first world war.
A hand reached out to take it and he nodded a silent thank you. "You took your time doctor, I was beginning to lose hope" coat over his arm, it did not deserve to touch these horrid garments he wore however the familiar material brought him a sense of comfort.
"Now you are just embarrassing yourself Herr Zemo, I made a promise and I kept it"
Thankful she did not bring the others with. He stepped over the rumble, alarm resounding and with that... He escaped.
