The criteria of this collection changed from iconic looks to favorites, so it ended up being a mix of both. I wanted to do a 3x3, so I kept it to a certain decade to limit the selection pool. It pains me that I had to cut Tony Balerdi, but he felt so out of place with this chaotic, feral bunch. Might just do a different one so I can make it up to him.
First Danny Bunch thing, here we go! This one’s about making an absolute feast with the Baron. (since Sokovia isn’t a real country, and nothing about its Christmas traditions is in the public domain, I’ve mostly taken inspiration from German traditions). Enjoy :)
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Christmas in Sokovia (with a Baron) certainly was a very elegant affair. It was a time of champagne, dancing and evening gowns.
But there was another side to it.
There was the side with hot chocolate, candles and Christmas markets. Spending hours bundled up in a certain long leather coat and woollen scarves, wandering through warmly lit ailes of stalls upon stalls upon stalls. Lebkuchen hearts swung slowly in the gentle wintry breeze, and your eyes flickered in the blazing candle light. Hot drinks made your hands glow with warmth. You decorated your Christmas tree with candles too, fake ones that glimmered when the lights were turned off, catching the silvery baubles in a most enchanting way. They threw patterns upon your walls, telling you of long-forgotten tales of cold Christmas nights. It was those cold yet joyful times that made you glad you had someone to spend them with.
Then there was the food: there was no small way to celebrate Sokovia’s celebrated gastronomy at Christmastime. Roast meats (or meat substitutes), stewed cabbage, dumplings… a whole world of flavours that you’d never experienced before. The tang of the cabbage, the hearty cheeses, the softest dumplings. The biscuits alone were something to behold: you made more Lebkuchen, Stollen and Spekulatius biscuits than you cared to mention. Your arms felt ten times stronger than they did in October, before you started rolling biscuit dough for a living (it might as well have been). Who needs the gym? Making biscuits with your Baron was something you enjoyed immensely. Each and every time you vowed that you would make them perfectly, and with a mess-free kitchen at the end; each and every time it looked as if it had snowed inside your house, with every surface covered with flour, including the two of you. You couldn't deny that you thought it was fun, though.
The Baron introduced you to more different foods than you could’ve tasted in a lifetime, and in return you treated him to some of your favourite traditional winter foods. He accepted every dish you made with true gratitude, taking pride in your country’s heritage and traditions. He never stopped telling you how talented you were; how beautiful the food was. This was one of the things you loved most about Zemo - he was so interested in learning everything there is to know about your home country.
One night you decided to treat yourselves and make a veritable feast. You handled the deserts, while Zemo took the savouries. You worked together in the kitchen, so harmoniously, so in sync, it was almost a dance. Waltzing with potatoes, quick stepping by the oven, tango-ing with mulled wine.
The end result was glorious: he whipped up the finest roast meat/meat substitute you’d ever had, it was glazed with honey and lemon, and the delicate flavours exploded in your mouth with every bite. The cabbage was tart, and complemented perfectly the buttery potato salad and soft dumplings on your plate. He truly was a skilled cook, though he never ceased to sing your praises when it came to the dessert course. The flavours of your desserts went together flawlessly, leaving you satisfied with every mouthful. The simmering mulled wine (can be alcohol free) tied everything together, and it slipped down your throat as easily as water. It warmed your stomach and gave you a pleasantly light feeling. All the spices made your nose tingle, and the sweetness was heaven. Citrusy, cinnamon-y, it really was delightful.
Not even the arduous task of the clearing up could spoil the fun; it was so typical of Helmut to turn it into a game. You were singing, dancing and flinging water at each other without a care in the world. By the end of the proceedings you were all but throwing the plates and utensils around, absolutely soaked with soapy water.
The evening ended with more wine beside the roaring fire; dressed in the cosiest pyjamas and slippers, covered with blankets, and chatting away until it was long past midnight. You thought you could never eat another mouthful of anything ever again, but my goodness, it had been a most enjoyable experience to cook this fabulous feast together - you would do it every night if you could.
YES YES YES HERE WE GO *SQUEALS* (this is gender netural btw!!)
Laszlo Kreizler
Laszlo was so petty- it could get to be unbelievable at times. They way he would get so possessive and jealous over you. The first time it happened, you found it endearing. You were at a dinner to discuss the case and excused yourself to the bar, a man hit on you, and honestly you were perfectly fine on your own but when Laszlo realized what was taking place he almost lost his mind. Coming up to you and fending the man off with a sharp tongue and fast mind. He eyed the man until he sat back down and pulled you close. You giggled realizing how jealous he got. But soon after this would happen many times, even if it wasn't jealously based, it would be he wanted you with him on simple errands, or maybe staying in bed longer so you could hold him and run your fingers through his hair or just sitting in the study with him while he worked. Few times he'd actually get upset if you were busy, but when he would get in a bad mood you would set him straight and he'd apologize for being short with you almost immediately, but in the end it was nice feeling wanted and loved by him.
Helmut Zemo
SUPER SUPER POSSESIVE but not in a red flag way- well- I mean he would kill for you 100% but still not a red flag :) Zemo is just the madly in love kind of type. He would realize how much he needs you and misses you whenever you are gone. He would take you EVERYWHERE with him as well. And yes could be very jealous even when Bucky would be talking to you, pulling you aside and promising to make sure that James is not a thought in your head by tonight. And even though you never thought of James in that way, you would give Zemo a smirk, knowing what he would give you tonight. And that night he would constantly call you his. Groaning into your ear. “Tell me you’re mine (y/n)- please.” he would whisper holding you close to his body, face flushed out and hair messy, it really was a tough act up until then, because once he was begging you, you realized how much he needed you- and honestly anytime a man or woman flirted with you, this was usually always his response. To either be a drama queen or fuck you multiple times in one night, leaving marks all over your neck as well.
Andrea Marowski
Andrea wasn't known for his temper, sure he was possessive of you, but only ever showed it when he was in the mood for cuddles or attention. At least that's what you were used to. And you would always hold him, kiss his head, hum songs as he slowly fell asleep in your arms and you were always the big spoon, but at times when he would feel jealous, he really didn't know how to express it, other than pouting and crossing his arms if he felt someone was getting to close to you at the local pub. He could get rather insecure at times, not knowing whether or not you still loved him or got tired of him, especially since he couldn't speak his mind always with his language barrier. But when you looked to him, his expression gave it away -the fact he was upset- and you would go to comfort him immediately. And it didn't take a lot for Andrea to realize you are all his but still, even when you’d go home that night he whine and plead for you to love on him and of course you’d give in ;)
Ernst Schmidt
Oh boy- Ernst has quite a temper when it comes to you and when he feels you slipping away from him. You’d be talking to the other crew mates, and if banter turned more physical ( a fake punch to the arm or nudge or even pulling you close as you laughed) Ernst would get tense. He hated seeing it, but of course knew that you were happy and it was just banter, but still he couldn't help but get all squirmy at the fact you were at someone else side. Someone other than him, that night he’d excuse himself and go to bed early. And you had to go after him of course, everyone knew the two of you were together now so it was understandable. But when you found Ernst he looked at you up and down, coldly in a way before a smirk appeared on his lips. “did you have a good time with all your friends (y/n)?” He leaned against the bed frame, a book in hand, shirtless, staring at you like you were his prey. After a bit of dialogue you ended up pinned against the bed, Ernst fuckin into you, demanding you to scream his name, “Scream for me, Schatz. So everyone knows who you belong to. So everyone knows whose cock is fucking your tight, little hole-” he’d grunt in your ear- that was his way of being possessive over you, filling you up with his warm seed, breeding you and making you scream. The next morning no one really made banter with you, you eyed Ernst, he looked back at you- smirking as he lifted his coffee cup to his lips.
Alex Garel
He usually was calm, he would pull you to his side, hold you a little closer, kiss you a little longer. But sometimes- it wouldn't click for you and you’d go off to do your own thing, sometimes focusing was hard for you. But he was understanding and let you go off. But it was also hard for Alex not to get eaten alive by thoughts of he wasn't good enough for you. He would end up burying himself in work usually. Making him self busy until you would find him in the basement, doing shit he didn't even need to do really if you were being perfectly honest. So you’d come up behind him hugging him. “Whatcha doing love?” you’d whisper into his neck, smiling against the warmth of his skin. Alex would sigh- “Working.” he simply answered. “Take a break- please? Come to bed.” It would take a lot of convincing, but eventually you’d pull him up the stairs, his cheeks warm as he grinned at you laughing as you stuck out your tongue, you’d hold him close that night, reminding him how he was the love of your life no matter what.
)BTW KUDOS TO @amyowl470 for giving me perfect ideas for certain parts of dialouge in this- so helpful!!)
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