Dark Dealings // Daken + Alec + Zemo
Zemo stood in the shadows within the courtyard of his makeshift fortress as rain fell in torrents, striking the metal roofs in a cacophony. Sheet metal walls and overgrown weeds were his only glimpse of the world outside the walls of his base. True, a man like he should never fear to leave his own accommodations, but his enemies- though inferior in mind- were... advantaged in power. And so, he must wait within the confining walls of his keep. He never strayed from under the metal roof erected over the door back into his abyss. His own cell, but he chose it, so in that he found solace. A man like him must never be too careful.
After a few more minutes of enjoying the smell of the rain, Zemo returned to the darkness of his compound. He had a meeting to attend of his own making, and it would not do for the host to be late. The meeting room had been meticulously arranged into that of a comfortable den. Three finely ornamented arm chairs had been brought in with an end table to the side of each. Paintings, rugs, and other decorative items had been laid out around the room to suggest power and prestige. Nothing was too small to be beneath Zemo’s notice. This was, after all, how he managed each and every plan; with the utmost detail and precision.
He reclined himself in the armchair that faced the door, legs crossed, arms resting on the arms of the chair. He stayed in this position for fifteen minutes before the door opened and one of his henchmen announced the arrival of Zemo’s guests. The Baron watched the door, expressionless. Only time would tell if this arrangement would continue to be mutually beneficial, or more trouble than it was worth.
He did not stand as they entered, merely tipped his head in recognition. “Good afternoon, gentlemen. Please, come in and sit. Refreshments will be along shortly.”
