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A Freudian Slip - Re-edited

Synopsis: Joining your friends, Sam and Bucky on a mission, you are forced to join arms with the villian Zemo. Though you weren't thrilled by this, over the mission you find yourself growing closer to the man through an awkward and embaressing incident. Can you resist this magnetic pull to him? Or will this charamsmatic man drag you under with him?

Word Count: 15k

Warnings: f!reader, smut, use of condom's and unsafe sex, m + f oral, car sex, use of the word daddy

Author note: Today is the 1 year anniversery of me joining tumblr and joining the Zemo fandom! One year ago today our screen's were graced with the lovely Zemo and so many of us fell completely in love with him and all of Daniel's characters. I found such a lovely community here in the Daniel fandom and I'm thankful for how many of you liked my content enough to follow and reblog! It's been really encouraging for me as a writer. For a little celebration I decided to re-edit my popular Zemo fanfic, A Freudian Slip, for when I first wrote it I was still growing used to writing in second person and getting back into writing, and my writing has certinally improved since then. This was originally a three part small series but I have added all the parts together into one big one-shot here. I hope all of you who liked the original fanfic will enjoy this re-edited version and for anyone who didn't read the original one I hope you enjoy this for the first time then!

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You couldn’t help the eye roll as you admired yourself in the mirror. A tight-fitting dress, made out of black silk, pleasant on your skin. It only came down to mid-thigh which even then it had a slit along the side revealing more of your legs, likely an ulterior motive of his. Zemo must have planned this from the beginning. Somehow he knew you would find yourself in his private jet, on your way to Madripoor and needing a disguise to pass for the mission.

“In order for the mission to succeed, I’ll need you to be my Baroness for the night. I have something already laid out in the bathroom; I’m sure you will find it… exquisite.”

His words still ring in your mind.

His Baroness. The thought of it sent a shiver up your spine. You had done the odd mission before but never had you had to pretend to be the lover of a wanted criminal. It didn’t rest easy on your conscience.

You glanced over yourself in the mirror again, fixing a few odd strands of your hair. You were certain he was making you wear this revealing dress just to rile you up. Like he was doing with Sam and Bucky. Something to amuse him while the three of you use him to get information. You weren’t going to let him though. You were going to flaunt your confidence in this dress. Shove it right into his ferret-like face; he couldn’t get to you like this.

Leaving the bathroom you found the rest of the jet empty, with the main exit door opened, letting in the light of the new day. Blinking you emerged and glanced down at the site before you.

Zemo’s butler had landed you in a vast but empty parking lot. Only a few cars plotted here and there. At the end of the staircase, the three men rested. Sam was looking at his phone, while Bucky stood rigid, his arms crossed as he glared at Zemo. Zemo smiled back at him, his arms neatly tucked behind his back as he stood to attention. They saw you appear out of the corner of their eyes and turned to greet you, but each of the men lacked any words to say.

Sam averted his eyes as soon as he saw just how high the dress rose on the side of your legs, while Bucky’s face flushed, his eyes lingering on your calves before he too averted his eyes, his body tensing more than you thought possible.

Zemo was the only one who continued to stare. You watched as his eyes ran up and down your body, admiring it. Admiring how the dress he ordered hugged your figure in the perfect way.

Frowning at his lack of decency, you slowly made your way down the stairs, refusing to break eye contact with the man.

“The dress suits you y/n. You look ravishing,” Zemo tells you as he holds out his hand for you to take when you reach the end.

You raise an eyebrow, glancing at his gloved hand that stretched out towards you invitingly. You didn’t say anything to him; instead, crossing your arms over your chest and gave him an icy glare.

“You have to play the part y/n”, he replies, moving his hand further towards you, but Sam brushes past him, knocking Zemo’s hand away as he steps up to you. His firm hand grasps your shoulder, guiding you away from the man as he slowly mutters.

“She doesn’t have to yet.”

He leads you a few paces away, towards where Bucky stood, hands shoved into his pockets and his shoulders tensed. Sam moves to stand before you, his other hand now grasping your opposite shoulder, holding onto you with a harsh grip. He dips his head, looking at your eye level as he asks,

“Are you sure you’ll be okay with this y/n?”

You smile gently at Sam, raising your hand to brush against his reassuringly.

“I’ve done similar missions before, Sam. This won’t be different.”

You glance to your side, looking at Bucky, whose eyes were torn between looking at you and Sam and glaring at Zemo, who watched the discussion with intrigue.

“Plus, this is nothing compared to what Bucky will have to do.”

“We both have to do this mission when we don’t want to because of him.” Bucky spits, his eyes lingering on Zemo, then glancing at you as they lose their harshness.

“We’ll both pull through it.”

“You two aren’t the only ones. I would rather be anywhere than here right now.” Sam says, grimacing as he lets go of your shoulders.

“You should be thankful that I agreed to help you and kindly let you ride in my jet, but no matter now, our ride is here.” the velvety sokovian accent rings out as Zemo nods his head towards the three of you, then spreads his arm out to gesture to the approaching car.

“You might not want to play your part now, but your acting needs to be very realistic when we get out of this car.”

The car stops beside the three of you, the door stopping right by you, yet in a blink, Zemo is beside you and is opening the door for you. He places his hand in the dip of your lower back, the rough material of his glove hardly concealed by the thin material of your dress. You felt the touch linger on your skin, even if his hand was quickly removed by Sam, who pushed his way past Zemo to get into the car beside you.

Zemo let out a chuckle because of Sam’s antics. He closed the door on him and got into the front as Bucky climbed into the other side of the car beside you, sandwiching you between him and Sam at the back of the vehicle.

The car was deathly silent. You could hear how Bucky’s metal fingers tapped on the plastic lining of the car, waiting for the chance he could leap out of the confining vehicle. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise up as you glance up at the car’s inside mirror. You meet those warm brown ones, like the swirling mug of hot chocolate. You held his eyes for a mere second, then glanced out one of the side mirrors, feeling how your cheeks burn though you willed them not to.

After half an hour, the car arrives in a busy town. You could feel the energy vibrate through the ground, but it did nothing to ease your tension. Though the town was vibrant and full of unique people, there was an edge of darkness covering the side, the knowledge of how dangerous this place was tainting any other aspect.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as the door was opened. Sam had left, leaving you the only one left in the car, when the gloved hand was pushed out towards you again. Zemo tilted his head, a slight smirk gracing his lips as he watched you decide.

You took his hand in yours.

Zemo didn’t let go of your hand when you were out of the car. He squeezes your hand gently as he leads you forward, being the only one knowing which way to go. He took charge in guiding you along as Sam and Bucky trail behind the two of you.

You two didn’t speak as you walked into the bar. He guided you up to the front of the bar to order as he perched himself on one of the bar stools. You suppose he expected you to sit on the seat beside him, but instead, you wrapped your arm around his shoulder and used the grasp to hurl yourself up onto his lap, stelling down comfortably. You rested the side of your head into the fur part of his coat. It was soft and tickled your skin, yet some of your tension started to fade as you rest your head. Zemo chuckled as he watched how your face relaxed. He wrapped his arm around your waist to ensure you wouldn't slip off his lap. His hand seemed to fit perfectly in the dip of your hip, and gently he rubbed his hand up and down in a calming gesture.

You closed your eyes for a moment, taking in the comforting gesture. You hadn’t expected to feel so safe in the lap of a murderer, especially one as annoying as Zemo, but you felt safe enough that you could also fall asleep right there, leaning into the soft coat.

“Two glasses, please, one for me and my lady here.”

You open your eyes again, shaking your head as you try to push those thoughts away. You were on a mission that should be your primary focus. Your eyes dare to glance at Zemo, and you feel your insides jolting in a strange feeling as you see the side of his lips curled into a smile as if he could have read your thoughts.

The man places the drinks down in front of you. You reach forward to get yours, and you grab Zemo’s and hand it to him, to which he smiles and nods to you in thanks.

“I haven’t seen you around before,” the man says as he looks at you with narrowed eyes.

“I found her on my travels. Showing her the world,” Zemo is quick to reply before you could even think of a response. He leaned forward, and in what you have to assume was an attempt to make your relationship seem more realistic, he kissed your temple gently. He was gone before you could even blink, but you glanced at him, lips parted and a blush blooming over your skin.

The man chuckles as he observes your reactions.

“She seems quite innocent.”

You clenched your jaw as your gaze snapped back to him.

“What did you say?” you spat.

You felt Zemo’s grasp on your hip tighten in warning as he put on a smile, crinkling his eyes as he chuckled.

“Oh, I can assure you she isn’t.”

You take in a few deep breaths. Your hand itches to spin you around and slap that annoying nice smile off his lips at his remark, but you hold it steady. You glanced at Zemo, pressing a thin-lipped smile to him as you raised your drink to your lips and down the content in one sip.

It wasn’t too long after all of you had your drinks when a man approached Zemo to tell him he was unwanted.

As soon as Zemo felt the hand on his shoulder, his hands came to your hips and lifted you off his lap. He turned in his seat, and as he stood up, he stood before you, blocking your view of what was to happen, which made you huff. You watched how Zemo ordered Bucky to fight the man, and you had to bite down on your lip so as not to exclaim in anger for poor Bucky.

You moved to the side, standing next to Zemo as you watched the fight. As you stood, you felt the gloved hand brush against yours. You could have excused it as an accident, but when you felt the glove linger against your skin, you knew Zemo was intentionally doing it. A strange notion took over you. Something inexplicable, but you grasped Zemo’s hand, wrapping your fingers around the gloved ones as you continued to watch Bucky.

Bucky was quick to win the fight, and as if that was some trial, you were allowed to go and meet this Selby. Zemo took the lead, holding onto your hand as he guided you through the narrow hallways. He walked with a purpose. As if he knew this place and had been here before. He likely has, you thought, feeling a sickness in your throat as you imagined all the shady things Zemo had done, and yet here you were holding his hand as he led you into this room.

You intended to stand by Sam and blend into the background, simply keeping out of the situation and letting Zemo deal with it. So when instead, Zemo made you go with him. He practically dragged you along, and when he sat down, you were essentially made to sit back down on his lap again. You had to wrap your arm around his shoulder to ensure you were stable while his hand rested on your exposed thigh, the heat of his glove on your skin feeling like it was burning into your leg. Sam glanced at you, his eyes burning into your questioning if you were okay, and you subtly nodded back to him. Though you weren’t happy being in this more intimate situation, you could deal with it.

Zemo started talking to Selby about Bucky. The way he spoke about Bucky as if he was selling off an animal made you want to grimace, but you knew it had to sound like that to be convincing. Not that that made it any easier to listen to. You weren’t entirely sure of Zemo’s plans, for he had been very vague about everything but what you were sure of was the uneasy feeling of being in Selby’s presence. Especially as you felt her gaze run all over your body.

“So who’s this bird you have resting on your knee?”

You could feel your body freeze as she acknowledged your presence. Suddenly all time slowed down as everyone’s eyes now moved to you.

“This is y/n, quite the treasure, isn’t she?” Zemo replied instantly, moving his head to look at you as he smirked, the sides of his eyes crinkling brightly as you tried not to glare at him.

“That’s for certain,” Selby mutters.

She turned to Bucky, smirking at his still stilted posture.

“What do you think, soldier?”

There were a few moments of silence where it felt like you could hear a sweat droplet on your forehead drop till Zemo said, “answer.”

“She’s very beautiful”, Bucky replied while still keeping a straight face and looking forward.

Selby chuckles, seeming satisfied, so her eyes turn back to you, trailing up and down yours.

“She doesn’t talk much.”

“I can talk plenty when I want to,” you snapped, moving to adjust yourself in Zemo’s lap to appear more comfortable. As you wriggled and lent into Zemo slightly, you heard the slight hitch in his voice, gone instantly.

“Is she only yours, Zemo?” Selby asks.

Before Zemo got a chance to answer, you felt enough was enough. You could speak for yourself, and you wanted to make it clear to her she wasn’t going anywhere near you. The thought that popped into your mind might have been seen as drastic, even cringe-worthy, but you were determined to make her back off.

You moved your hands from where they rested against your lap to gently weave their way through his surprisingly soft and silky smooth hair as Zemo looked at you with surprise. You looked at him, feeling a jolt in your stomach from the gentle way he looked at you back. You opened your lips without thinking about what you meant to say.

“Oh yes, I only belong to daddy.”

His eyes darkened. You felt your stomach drop to the ground at the words left your lips. You hadn’t meant to refer to Zemo like that. Not like that in the slightest; it had just slipped out. You felt frozen in place, mortified as Sam’s eyes burned into your back while Zemo and Shelby looked at you with interest.

After a second's hesitation, gathering his thoughts, Zemo responded to try and keep with the situation, his voice firmer than before.

“Yes, I’m afraid this good little girl is mine and mine only,” he said, smirking while his hand patted your thigh warmly.

From the way his lips curled up into a smile and his eyes sparkled, you could tell that he took immense enjoyment in the situation and your mortification. His head tilted at you, his eyebrows slightly raised, gave off that typical Zemo teasing image. You could feel your cheeks burning, which only caused his smirk to brighten further. And yet, behind that mischievous look, his eyes portrayed something different. Something you could almost describe as soft. They started into yours, and you found that warmth from earlier again, a comforting warmth.

The two of you were so close together you could feel his breath on your lips. It fanned across your skin, warm; you wanted to steal the air away from him. With a jolt in your mind, you realised you wanted to feel how his soft lips would feel on yours, taste the delicate lips and explore further than you had thought of Zemo before.

You tried to rationalise it in your mind.

It was just a mission. It was an act. You had to do it. To prove to Selby that you were his ‘bird’. That’s why those thoughts were in your mind.

With one hand still curled in his hair, you raised your other hand and cupped the smooth skiing of his face, resting your hand against his jaw. His eyebrows quirked up in surprise, his eyes flicking between you analytically. You saw how his lips parted slightly, and then you didn’t give him any more time to react.

You press forward, pushing your lips onto his. They were soft like you imagined, and they slotted perfectly between yours as if meant to be there. He tasted of his last drink, intoxicating alcohol but mixed with sweetness as well that you couldn’t get enough of. His hand leaves your thigh. He wrapped his arm around your body, pulling you as close to him as he can, so your chest is pressed against his. He held you so tightly it would surely leave a bruise. You felt his lips prise open slightly further, inviting you in as if he had forgotten where the two of you were, only focused on the feeling of you on him.

You hadn’t forgotten, though.

After a moment, you placed your hand on his chest and pushed yourself away from those lips. Your eyes lingered on them as you swiped your tongue over your own lips briefly, trying to savour the feeling and flavour of him. Your chest heaved as you finally glanced back into those warm eyes. You had found a strange comfort in him, and his own cheeks now adorned a slight blush as his eyes started into yours in wonderment.

Your eyes were locked on each other, gazing deep into the swirls of colour as desire and unspoken longing ignited within them. You felt you could lose yourself in them till the sound of slow clapping shattered the deathly silence of the room and pulled the two of you out of your trance.

“My my wasn’t that a show,” Selby says, the sides of her lips twisting into a dark smile.

“I didn’t know you still had that in you Zemo.”

“Well…” Zemo trails off, finally looking away from you.

He shrugs his shoulders, shooting a smirk at Selby as he titled his head, putting back on that self-confident mask.

Selby seems satisfied with the show the two of you put on because business resumes. Zemo carried on selling Bucky to Selby while you sat on his lap, hardly paying attention to anything that was spoken. You could tell everything was okay, though, that Zemo was getting closer to figuring out who they go next until the shrill sound of a ringtone cuts through his words.

Wide-eyed, you turned to the source of the sound. Sam stood frozen, anxiously glancing around as his phone rang out loud, capturing everyone’s attention. The colour drained from Zemo’s face as Sam was forced to answer the call in front of everyone.

All that happened next occurred so quickly it felt like a blur to you. Sam screwed it up. They figured it out. But before you could leap into action to fight, Selby was shot. Right in front of you. You felt frozen by the shock of her dying so suddenly in front of you. But Zemo had already snapped into sense as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you out of the building.

He held onto you to guide you along as you, him, Sam, and Bucky tried to leave without looking suspicious. But it was a lost cause. Bullets started to fly in every direction in an attempt to hit you and the others. Sam and Bucky instantly charged forward to escape, and you were poised to do the same, yet with Zemo’s grasp on your waist, he instead pulled you along with him. He pulled you down a hidden alleyway where the gunfire didn’t follow the two of you.

“We need to catch up with Sam and Buc-” you shouted, trying to prise Zemo’s grasp off your waist to chase after them, but instead, Zemo used his body to back you up into a wall and cage you in.

“What-What the hell?” You asked, stunned.

You looked up into his face, only inches away from him again. You could see every little freckle, every little mole that scattered his skin, and for the first time, the thought occurred to you how pretty they were on his face.

“Daddy? That’s quite the title.” he purrs.

“Are you seriously going to do this here!? Right now”

“I don’t believe we will get another chance of a private conversation without Sam and James. They don't exactly like me being around you,” he mutters, still staring down at you, his eyes refusing to move away.

You can feel your cheeks burning bright red. His intense gaze in your eyes forced you to glance away, trying to forget the fluttering feeling in your stomach that started to overwhelm you.

“There’s nothing about it; I was just playing my role.”

Zemo takes his hand, placing it under your chin and turning your face towards his. He leans in, his lips almost touching yours.

“You were very convincing.”

You don’t reply. Instead, your eyes drop to his lips. It was as if you could still feel their softness against yours. The sweetness of them melting you. Zemo moved forward, letting his lips graze against yours, then he pulled back. His eyes look back into yours as if asking a million questions, yet none leave his lips. His hand reaches up to push part of your hair covering your face back behind your ear. As you felt his hand graze the side of your face, the draw to lean into his touch was overwhelming.

“I…” You start but trial off.

“Perhaps…” you try again.

“Perhaps it wasn’t all acting”, you finally mutter.

A cocky smile creeps onto Zemo’s mouth.

“I thought not.”

“Oh, shut up and kiss me”, you angrily reply, and Zemo doesn’t hesitate to give you what you ask.

His lips crash onto yours with a lust-driven force while his hands wrap around your legs, lifting your body up against the wall so you can wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You grasp the fur parts of his coat, your hands melting into the softness as you tug at it and feel his lips move against yours. Your hands don’t stay there for long, though, for Zemo grasps your wrists within his hand and raises them above your head, making you unable to move apart from kissing him back just as passionately. A disappointed moan leaves your mouth as his sweet lips leave yours again, but it turns into a quiet gasp as he places a chaste kiss against your jawline. Then he moved a few inches further and pressed another searing kiss to your skin. He moved from your jawline to your neck, trailing, kissing all over your skin as you closed your eyes and lost yourself in the feeling of him upon you. It felt so perfect though it shouldn’t. His kisses were electrifying, and you felt like you might die if he stopped now. When his lips found the natural dip of skin on your neck and started to suck a bruise into your skin, claiming you as his, you couldn’t help the mewl of pleasure that escaped your lips.

“Y/N!? ZEMO!?” you hear Sam shouting in the distance.

Zemo sighs, his hot breath fanning over the already forming bruise on your skin as he slowly pulls away from your neck.

“It seems our time together is over, for now, little one.”

Gently he lets go of your wrists and helps you stand back on the ground. You whisper a shy ‘thank you’ to him, to which he reaches for your hand, bringing it to his lips to place a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

“My pleasure, little one.”

You rolled your eyes at him over romantic reaction, but you couldn’t hide the flush on your cheeks which he chuckled at. He held onto your hand, rubbing his thumb over where he had kissed it as he guided you forward to where you two could hear the voices of Sam and Bucky calling out for you.

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“Madripoor knows how to give New York a run for its money,” Sam says as the five of you walk through the build-up trailers. They towered over you, trapping you in a labyrinth, and you just hoped Sharon knew where she was going.

“They know how to party,” Zemo replies.

He quickened his pace to walk up beside you. You could feel his eyes flicker to you, watching your face, but you continued to look ahead, refusing to acknowledge him. When you felt his arm brush up against yours. Your body stiffened at the contact, refusing to move your arm to him. Instead, you walked faster to step up beside Bucky, leaving Zemo in your wake.

You couldn’t face him after what had previously happened. You refused to. You knew the person he was. You knew the sorts of things he had done. How deeply his actions had affected your life for the worst. You had hated him for what he had done. You despised the man.

Yet when you looked at him, the warmth you had grown to love spread through you again. The butterflies kicked him as you saw his smile. His gravel accent made goosebumps rise on your skin, driving you wild. When you looked at him, you could still taste the sweetness of his lips on yours, and you craved them again with a fever. And what affected you most was those eyes. Those eyes you had managed to be drawn to in a way that felt unreal. The intensity of them and your feelings for them felt out of this world. He made you feel alive. As if with him, you were taking a breath of air for the first time. He made you feel self-conscious for the first time; he made the blush rise on your skin which no one else had even succeeded in before. He made you feel confused.

Earlier, at Sharon’s party, you were watching him. You ever in half a mind to join in the party, but you held back this once. You watched as Zemo walked around the room, turning left and right, trying to find you. Almost like a lost puppy. Eventually, he gave up on his search, through and danced by himself. Alone on the dance floor. You smiled as you watched him, feeling smitten by the silly way he danced as if no one else was watching him. In those moments, he seemed so innocent. He hadn’t killed multiple people like he hadn’t split up the avengers. He was simply a nice guy who enjoyed dancing.

You wanted to join him, but Sam and Bucky were already becoming suspicious, and you didn’t need to add fuel to the fire. When they found you and Zemo again, Bucky pulled you to the side to check you were okay after Zemo ran off with you. He also asked about what had happened with Selby. If you were okay, that he was sorry, Zemo forced himself onto you. But he couldn’t have been more wrong. But it made you realise you had to nip this in the bud. While you could. This couldn't go on. You had to distance yourself before you were in too deep.

You swallow, pushing away the thoughts of you and him as you try to focus back on the mission at hand.

The five of you arrived at the crater, and Sharon handed you all earpieces to wear. You placed it in your ear, wincing at how uncomfortable it was. It was then Sharon left you lot. Sam looked at you three before stepping into the crate, to which you quickly followed. It was pitch black in there, and even with squinting your eyes and trying to focus them, you couldn’t see anything.

Zemo was following up behind you, and as you stopped in your tracks to look around, his body walked into the back of you. You stiffened, feeling his body press up against yours. His arm reached around, squeezing yours gently as he stepped to the side and passed you. Though you couldn’t see him, you knew he was smirking at your reaction.

Zemo pulled out a flashlight that was concealed inside one of his pockets. He turned around and briefly shone the light in your eyes, a mischievous smirk curling at his lips as you groaned in annoyance. He turned around and shone it forward to see the back wall of the crate. He walked forward, reaching his hand out to touch the wall, then pushing it. The wall moved, revealing it as a hidden door. Music flooded the room as the path opened to the four of you. Zemo glanced back around to you, Sam and Bucky as you pulled out your guns in preparation. Sam and Bucky step forward into the pathway, and you follow behind them as Zemo holds the door open for you. His hand rests on the dip of your back as you walk past. The constant felt like a burning sting against your cool skin, and in an instant, you shook his handoff. Zemo turned to stare at you, his eyes burning into your head, but you continued to walk ahead, not giving him a second glance.

The song ‘Comin home baby’ plays out of an old record player as you walk into the room. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked around the room. Rounding the corner of a shelf, you see a man dressed in a science coat bent over a table, singing along to the song playing. He was unaware of the four of you approaching him as he quietly sang along to his music, and so when Sam grasped him and pulled him away from the table, he was taken by surprise. Sam and Bucky started to question him on the super-soldier serum while you and Zemo stayed back in the background, observing the man but not adding to the conversation.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes trailed over to Zemo as he walked around the room. He had a commanding presence, from the way he dressed in that long coat, his purple sweater tucked into his black combat trousers, tied with a belt that he held onto as he strutted around the room. It made your knees feel like buckling. Zemo’s eyes snapped to yours as he felt you smiling, and he tilted his head at you, his thin lips sneaking up into a curl from catching you staring.

You look away, staring ahead, willing your cheeks to stop burning.

Just when it seemed as if Sam was getting somewhere with the man regarding information, Sharon ran into the room.

“Guys, we’ve got to go.”

Zemo leaps into action, which in his case was revealing a hidden gun he had found, pointing it at the Doctor and shooting the man directly in the head, instantly killing him.

“NO!” both you and Sam shouted as you rounded on him, staring at him wide-eyed.

Sam crashes into Zemo, pushing him against the wall to prevent Zemo from being able to harm anyone else in the room.

You took a step forward to help Sam restrain Zemo by grabbing the gun off him, but the crate exploded before you got a chance.

You were flung onto the floor. Your head collided with the metal floor and a searing pain spread along the back of your head. A yelp of pain escaped your lips as your brain felt like it had been shot, and the licks of searing heat from the flames danced on your skin.

Groaning, you raised your hand to the back of your head, lifting it up from the floor as you tried not to feel sick from how the room revolved around you. When you felt your hand touch something sticky on your head, you pulled it back and found it covered in fresh blood.

“Shit”, you choked out, trying to wipe your hand on your trousers to get rid of the blood, but it had already stained your hand.

Not concentrating on what was happening around you, you felt an alarm flare in you as arms suddenly wrapped around your waist and pulled you off the floor. You were too weak to stop the person, so you let the firm grasp on your waist pull you out of the fire-lit room. You raised your hand to your eyes, rubbing them with the back of your palm to try and get the dust out of your eyes. You were able to blink it away as you emerged into the sunlight. Blinking, you could see the pair of hands on your waist belonged to the Sokovian man as he rounded around the corner out of sight from the burning crater just as you heard it explode behind you. He glanced around the area to ensure no one was around and then rounded on you.

“Are you okay?” Zemo questions you and takes a few steps toward you. His eyes glance you up and down as he tries to take in all the injuries you had sustained in the explosion.

“I’m fine, Zemo. Were they still in there!?” you ask hurriedly as you turn around, trying to see the crate.

“They’ll be fine. Come, we need to go,” Zemo insisted, grabbing hold of your hand again to pull you along.

Your head exploded in blinding pain as you were rushed forward, but you bit down on your bottom lip to stop a hiss leaving your lips as you were dragged along again.

“Where are we going?” you ask, but Zemo doesn’t answer. He pulls you along and then guides you to climb on top of a crater to get a bird’s eye view of everything happening below.

“Zemo!” you exclaim, pulling out of his grasp to glare at him, teeth bared, but your eyes bulge as he pulls something out of his pocket.

“What the fuck is that”

“My mask, ”

“Since when have you had a mask!” you exclaim, shooting him a look.

“I’ve always had one. Now you need to duck,” he ordered, his sharp eyes looking into your eyes, and then he turned to look over the edge of the crate.

“Why should I do that?”

He rolled his eyes in exasperation. He leans over to you, harshly grabbing your arm and retching you down onto the floor, making you let out a muffled complaint.

“Can’t you listen to me for once, y/n’’ he mutters under his breath.

He grabs your gun, which you had managed to drop when he pulled you down, and then, as quick as lightning, he pulled his mask on and walked to the edge of the crater. He shot at something a few times and then aimed for a pipe. As he shoots, the pipe explodes, and the shock wave flows through you, making you collapse to the ground. The crate felt like it was spinning as the blood loss started to take hold of you, and you couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped your lips.

On hearing the sound, Zemo spun on his heel to look at you. Seeing you now on the ground, he rushed back to you, falling onto his knees to try and help you up. He placed his hand on the back of your head to help you up, but when he held the stickiness of your blood soak into his gloved hand, he pulled back. Seeing the amount of blood covering his hand, his eyes widened and then glaring down at you.

“Why didn’t you say something?” he seethed through his teeth.

“I’m fine”, you managed to gasp out, but as he placed his hand under your head again, another groan left your lips.

Zemo huffed as he gave up trying to help you get back up. Instead, he pushed one arm under your legs and grabbed the side of your leg while his other hand went under your back. Ensuring he had a tight grasp on you, he lifted you up, which made a gasp leave your lips. Quickly you wrapped an arm around the back of his head for security; in this moment, not thinking about the closeness of the situation as Zemo started to run while he held you bridal style in his arms.

After a few minutes of searching, he finally let you stand on your own. As he placed you down, you staggered, almost collapsing back onto the ground, but he grasped your waist again, steadying you. You were forced to lean against Zemo, arm around his shoulder as his hand rested on your waist as he helped you along. He let go of you to open one crate, though and as he saw the contents inside, he pulled off his mask and smirked. You let out a groan and shook your head as you watched Zemo disappear into the crate and then emerge a minute later driving an expensive car.

He gets out and opens the passenger seat door for you. He wrapped his arm around your waist again as you put your arm around his neck to let him help you into the car. Neither of you speaks. He knew you were too embarrassed to, and at this moment, he didn’t want to push you.

Zemo drove around the labyrinth of crates till you two could find Sam, Bucky and Sharon, who were thankful to see you alive. Begrudgingly Sam and Bucky got into the car while Sharon left and let Zemo drive them to a new hideout he knew off. One of his old summer homes.

On arrival, Zemo quickly left the car to get to your side and help you out, but you were already opening your own door and attempting to get up. As soon as you stood up, though, you felt a rush of blood leave your brain. You stumbled, and if it hadn’t been for Bucky catching your arm, you would have fallen over.

“She needs medical help,” Zemo ordered as he opened the door to the house.

Bucky gave you over to Sam, who guided you in, as strangely Bucky said he wanted to go on a walk. Sam proceeded to ask you a load of questions as he helped guide you to one of the sofas in the main room of this house. Zemo went to one of the many cupboards and pulled out a medical kit which he handed to Sam. He hung back as Sam tended to your wounds, wrapping a bandage around your head.

When you finally started to feel relaxed as Sam finished up, Zemo appeared beside you and gave you a glass of whiskey.

“To get rid of the pain,” he says, nodding at you to encourage you to take a sip.

Zemo pulls out a chair to the side, only a few inches away from you. He gently raises his hand and places it on your bandaged forehead.

“Zemo”, Sam growls, noticing the action.

“My apologies,” Zemo quipped, removing his hand. You couldn't help the way your heart felt like it sunk a little in your chest at the loss of his contact.

With the pain slowly easing, you felt lulled off into a light sleep as your energy crashed from everything that had been happening over the last few days. You don’t know how long you were asleep, but when you woke up, the pain in your head mainly had vanished and you felt okay to sit up. Looking around the room, you noticed no one else was around. They had seemingly left you on your own here.

Gathering your strength, you stood up from the shower and started to walk around the room, curious about Zemo’s house. As you walked nearer one room, you noticed the sound of rushing water emerging from the other side of a door. Gently you knock on the door, and in seconds, you hear the water stop.

The door is pushed open slightly, and the sly face of Zemo appears in the crack. As he sees it as you, he reaches forward to grasp your arm and pulls you into the room with him, shutting the door behind you. You gasped, taking a step back, your back hitting the door as you stared at his state in shock.

“I-I didn’t mean to come in here; I just wanted to see who was around”, you mutter as your eyes flicker up and down Zemo’s body. He had wrapped a fluffy black bathrobe around his body, but from the way it dipped, exposing part of his chest, you were sure it was the only thing he was wearing, and that thought made you blush heavily. Instead, you tried to distract yourself, focusing on the necklace hanging from his neck, but Zemo knew what thought ran through your mind.

A deep-throated chuckle emerges from his throat as he watches how your eyes wander. He crosses his arms around his chest, tilting his head as a bright smile finds its way to his lips.

“Enjoy what you see?” he purred, his accent sending shivers up your spine.

“N-no,” you say.

Feeling embarrassment flood through your body, you turn to open the door and leave to escape the situation, but Zemo wraps his arm around your waist and pulls your body back to him. You flinch as you feel the way his body pressed up against your back, the bathrobe doing little to conceal the feel of his body against yours. You could smell freshly applied aftershave and it made your eyes flutter as if it was intoxicating and addicting. Gently you feel his lips on the skin of your neck, placing a delicate kiss on the vein that throbbed under the skin, beating in quick succession. You felt a moan tear from your lips as you closed your eyes, wanting to get lost in the feeling of his lips against your neck, but he suddenly pulled away from you, letting go of you to stand back.

“How’s your head?” Zemo asks, raising his hand to touch the bandage.

You turn your head slightly, shooting him a glare from the sudden loss of contact.

“I’m fine.”

“Forgive me, little one, for not believing you, but previously you have lied about saying you were fine.”

“I feel better than before…thank you for helping me.”

“It was my pleasure,” he whispers against your ear as he steps forward again to press his body into yours. You could feel how his chest moved with every inhale and exhale, and you let out a gasp as you felt something particularly hard press against your ass.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” he asks abruptly.

“I haven’t”, you were quick to reply, but you heard Zemo let out a huff behind you.

His hands touch your waist again, and he spins you around and pushes you back against the door. You were caged in again by his body, captured by the warm eyes that now seemed to burn into yours as his dead tiled.

“Don’t lie to me y/n.”

Under his gaze, you felt like you could melt. These new feelings made you so conflicted internally, which made your skin burn as you narrowed your eyes at him, swallowing before speaking to him.

“You are a villain, Zemo! You’ve innocent people, and I should hate you because of it. I should want to rip your guts from you; I shouldn’t be… I shouldn’t be thinking these other thoughts.”

He leans towards you, his lips grazing yours, “Such as?”

You pause for a moment, knowing you shouldn’t step over this line, but you couldn’t help it.

“Kissing you. Touching you… making love with you.”

“Oh? Such scandalous thoughts. I assumed you above such things.” Zemo purrs, his eyes seeming to sparkle as he looks at you.

“Stop teasing me!” You whine, raising your hands to grasp the edge of his bathrobe and pull his lips to you, accepting this guilty pleasure you wanted.

“Ah y/n,” he says, capturing your hand on his chest.

“I want you to make a promise before we get anywhere.”

“What?”

“Please…don’t ignore me.”

You look into his eyes, and for once, it was like the mask he always wore, of a self-absorbed man, slipped away. You were staring into the sadness below. The eyes of a desperately lonely man.

“I promise, but Sam and Bucky can’t know.”

Zemo grins, his teeth flashing.

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

His lips crash onto yours, the passion evident as he sucks on your bottom lip with need, letting out a little groan as you return the kiss just as passionately. He pushes his tongue into your mouth as his hands wander up and down your body, wanting to feel every inch of your skin. Leaving nothing explored. Pulling back from the kiss for a second, he roughly grabs your arms and pulls you over to the sink, where he lifts you up and places you on it. You let out a loud gasp as he presses his face into the dip of your neck, trailing hot kisses over every inch of skin that he could reach.

Slowly he starts to move his hands down, trailing over your stomach, prising the hem of your trousers away from your skin to slip his hands in. They felt so warm against your bear skin, and when you felt his hand slip past your underwear, you couldn’t help but buckle your hips in anticipation. You moaned as you felt him rub a finger through your folds, pulling upwards to graze against your clit. You throw your head back slightly at the contact as the bolts of pleasure travel through your body.

Zemo smirks against your skin and watches your reactions, but his lips don’t leave your skin as he sucks a hickey against your collarbone. Needing something to hold onto other than his bathrobe, you grasp his neatly styled hair, tugging at it roughly, which spurred Zemo on as he let out a breathy moan against your skin.

He pulls his hands away momentarily to grasp your trousers. Tugging at them, he is able to slip them down your legs, then he works on your underwear and finally your shirt and bra so that he can see every inch of your beautiful body.

You attempt to grasp the bathrobe to pull it away from his body, but cheekily Zemo ducks down before you are able to.

His palms firmly grasp your thighs and slowly parts them to expose your core to him. Zemo trails kisses up your legs, gradually getting closer and closer. Your legs felt like jelly, and they shook in his grasp as you anticipated the feeling of his lips on your core. Noticing this reaction, Zemo chuckles and looks at you with a mischievous grin.

“So needy for me”, he jested.

Before you could get in a single word as a comeback, he moved forward and wrapped his thin lips around where your clit was and gave a deep suck.

You chuck your head back, your chest puffing out as a loud moan escapes your lips at the sensations of Zemo sucking on your clit relentlessly. Your hands find their way to his hair again to tug and pull at it as he flicks his tongue over your clit, rubbing it against you to make your hips buckle into his face.

“Be careful, Y/n, these rooms are not soundproof”, he says, releasing his lips from you momentarily, but you are beyond the point of caring. You wrap your thighs around his head, pushing him back to you.

His fingers ghost your core, rubbing through your folds to pick up all the slick coming out of you. He played with you for a few moments, delighting in how wet you became from him. After another groan escaped your lips, he slipped two of his fingers inside you with ease. He pushed up to his knuckles, curling his fingers into that spot that made your body shake from the pleasure. He stretched them apart inside of you and slowly started to pump them in and out of you, picking up his rate as he licked at your clit. The moans spilt from your lips now from the overload of sensations lighting up the pleasure in your body. You couldn’t think of anything other than how good Zemo was making you feel and how handsome he looked buried between your legs, kneeling before you as he pleasured you.

“Zemo”, you gasp as you feel a knot in your stomach tighten.

“Zemo, I’m going to-” you break off, unable to finish the sentence as you finally release, seeing stars swarming your eyesight.

After a few moments of feeling like floating on cloud nine, you were brought back to reality. You felt how Zemo ran his tongue through your folds, attempting to drink as much of your release as he could. You looked down as he pulled away and shuddered as you saw his lips wet from you, his chin covered in your release as he licked his tongue out to run over his lips.

He pulls back from you and gracefully stands up. His eyes trail up and down your body as you lie there recovering from your pleasure.

“As beautiful as a glass of cold water on a warm summer’s day,” he whispers, trailing his hand along your leg in comfort.

You reach forward, grabbing hold of his bathrobe and tugging it down his body till he wasn’t covered anymore. You smiled, finally able to see the body you had been craving. His body was toned, not muscular per se but with enough to see the hint of abs on him. Light hair covered his abs which suited him perfectly. His body was firm, strong, and slight bulk made him so incredibly hot to you. Your eyes wander down to his hips. How the v line looked delectable. His cock was hard before you, a drop of precum already swelling on the tip as his patience started to wear thin. You knew he might be a touch fit; while good in length, his thickness was another matter.

Zemo swiftly moves over to a draw, pulling out a condom. Tearing it open with his teeth, he pulls the condom out of the package and slips it onto himself.

He steps back to you, his hand reaching out to you, wrapping around your body. He rests his head on your shoulder as, in one hand, he grasps himself while his other hand holds your body. He rubs the tip of himself over your folds, coating himself in your wetness till he can’t hold back any longer. A gasp escapes both of you as he pushes his hips forward, his hand guiding him to sink into you. You moan against his ear, your nails marking his back as you drag them down, feeling how deep he slips into you. It takes him a second but he manages to push your walls open as he bottoms out. He rests for a moment to allow you to get used to the feeling of being so full, but slowly he starts to pull out and then gently rocks his hips back into you. He tries to be gentle at first but hearing you moan and feeling your nails dig into his back, and how your walls clench him, he starts to pick up his pace as he thrusts inside you. He lets out grunts, his eyelids fluttering as he feels the way your walls ripple around him in pleasure. He hadn’t felt something so good in such a long time that he was slowly losing his mind in the sensations. You place a few kisses on his chest, leaving a claiming mark of your own on him. Feeling your lips suck at his skin was electrifying, and he grasped your chin, forcing your lips away from his chest so he could kiss you deeply again as the slaps of his balls against your skin and the wetness of your core echo in the room as he chases his pleasure further.

“Y/N”, he gasps, pulling back from your swollen lips to stare at you with half-lidded eyes as his chest heaves. A smirk curl onto his lips, though as a thought crawls into his mind as he slams into you.

“Are you going to call me daddy again?”

You flush bright red as Zemo brings back the memories of that night.

“Damn you”, you rasp out between moans.

He chuckles, leaning towards your ear.

“I don’t mind if you do.”

His cock pushes deeper to you at that moment, hitting that one spongy spot inside of you that made you cry out in pleasure.

“There, Daddy, please”, you gasp, and he complies, attempting to hit the spot again within you.

He grunts with every thrust into you now, starving off his release so you could reach yours first. His hand sneaks down to your core again, his two fingers finding your clit and starting to rub circles that made your body quiver. You shut your eyes, your head falling back as you let out a loud moan, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter as your walls bore down on his perfect cock inside of you.

You reached forward to pull Zemo’s chest against yours, your hand going into his hair again to yank it, feeling your release crash down on you. Zemo’s eyes closed as he moaned from the vice grip your walls gave him and the feeling of your release exploding over his cock. He thrust into you a few more times as you whimpered from the over sensitivity, but his lips found yours again, moaning against them as his release cums. Slowly his thrusting stops, and he breathes heavily against you as you both try to recover.

You two stay like that for a few minutes, just holding each other. Eventually, as his cock softens, Zemo pulls back. He slips his condom off and throws it in the bin before coming back to you. He kisses your hot and sweaty forehead gently while his hands brush the hair away from your face. He cradles your chin again, pulling your face up so that he can kiss your delectable lips again.

“You were a goddess, little one.”

-

Bucky carried Zemo back into the house bridal style, his hands gripping tightly around Zemo’s legs and chest. He dropped him down onto the sofa where you had rested not too long ago. Zemo was dead to the world, though. At least for the moment. The bruise on the side of his head, thanks to John Watson, was enough proof of that.

You gently run your fingers over the side of his face. He looked so peaceful. His lips pulled up into a natural smile, parts of his hair dangled down across his forehead, his face softened and not tensed like it usually appeared to be. You brush the hair back into its usual place, running your fingers over his feverish forehead.

You turn to Bucky and Sam, whose eyes burn into yours, millions of questions flashing through them, yet they remain unspoken.

“I’ll look after him,” you tell them, turning your gaze back to Zemo’s peaceful form. It was easier to stare at him than at them at the moment.

“You and Zemo have been spending a lot of time together,” Sam states, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ve been making sure he doesn’t betray us,” You snap back, refusing to look at them.

“Sam and I have been doing that as well, and you haven’t seen us giving him bedroom eyes,” Bucky says roughly, stepping forward, but Sam grabs hold of his arm to stop him from going further.

“Look, y/n, we’re just concerned about you. Zemo is a criminal; he could easily manipulate you,”

Your eyes flash to him angrily as you curl your lip.

“You think I would be easy to manipulate,”

“No, that’s not what I meant-” Sam says, but Bucky interrupts him.

“Yes. I know him, y/n; that is exactly something he would do. You can’t trust him,”

“I’ve told you already; I’m just making sure he doesn’t betray us. There’s nothing else. I’d appreciate it if you believed me,”

They sigh in defeat, glancing at each other, then back to you.

“I don’t want to argue with you, y/n. Go get him the things he requires. Bucky and I need to check to see if we can find Karli. I might get a chance to talk to her again,” Sam says, and he and Bucky turn their backs, sending one last concerned look at you over their shoulders, then disappearing.

You sigh, looking back to Zemo, who still slept peacefully, unaware. A smile tugged on your mouth, but it twisted to a frown. You all knew damn well you had been lying. Whether you wanted to admit it, you liked Zemo. Every time you saw him, the urge to kiss his sweet lips pulled you in. You could still feel his embrace, his kisses on your neck, shoulders, collar. The sensation of him inside you, touching you. You craved it more and more like he was your addiction.

You couldn't believe how far this addiction to him had come. Sure, you had certainly noticed that he was handsome the first time you saw him. But that’s where you thought it had ended. You knew what he was, and you thought you hated him because of it. But when that moment happened on the mission. When you sat on his lap, called him ‘daddy’ and kissed him, your whole world and perception of him changed. Everything that happened afterwards made your cheeks burn. He was so passionate. So earnest. No wonder you had managed to fall so hard.

Your eyes flickered over to the bathroom door. It was there you felt you truly saw Zemo for the person he was. A man who was lonely and broken from his past. A man who cared for you no matter what Sam or Bucky says.

Your heart had seized when you saw how the shield collided with Zemo and how he had collapsed onto the floor. Not thinking about your actions yourushed over to him, kneeling down to cradle his face in your hands and checking him over. John peered down at you as if you were dirt.

When Sam and Bucky ran into the room, you could feel their judgemental stares as they noticed you and Zemo.

While your eyes lingered on his face, lost in your thoughts, Zemo’s eyes slowly cracked open. He moaned as his face scrunched up. He raised his hand, using the back of his palm to rub his eyes. You shouted at him to stay still as you fetched a flannel. You brought it to the sink, turned the cold water tap and soaked it under. When you felt the flannel was drenched in cold water, you turned the tap off, wrung the flannel then took it over to Zemo.

He smiled at you gently as you handed him the flannel, the sides of his lips curling up like a cat.

“Thank you”

“I’ll get you a drink,” repaying the act of what he did when you were the one lying on the sofa.

“You’re kindness to me is admirable, y/n,”

“Don’t get used to it,”

He snickered, his bright eyes glancing up to look at you.

“Will we always tread the line between fondness and detest for each other?”

You exhale, sitting down beside him, handing him a glass of whiskey.

“I don’t hate you, Zemo, though I really should. There’s something about you that, well that I love, and I can’t let it go.”

You hesitate, both of you pondering over your sudden confession. Zemo raises the flannel off his eyes, turns his head and lets his eyes wander over your tensed face. You met his stare, holding eye contact though you wanted nothing more to slink away and hide.

“You terrified me earlier. I thought John Walker had killed you,” you whispered, desperate to not let silence take over the room after what you had said.

His eyebrows furrowed, his face softening, and he continued to look at you.

“I apologise for frightening you, y/n. I- I never thought I would love again since my wife passed away, and though I still love her, you enthral me. You live in my mind constantly, your smile etched into my brain. I want to know everything about you, to feel every inch of your soft skin. To touch and kiss you everywhere. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this way that it frightens me.”

Your heart felt like it had stopped beating. You looked into his eyes, your mouth parted, and slowly you reached out your hand to grasp him. His thumb runs over your knuckles delicately, and you feel the heat swarm inside of you.

“Zemo I-”

You hear the sound of the door creaking, and both of your heads snap to the entrance to see Sam and Bucky walking through. As quick as lightning, you dropped Zemo’s hand. You jumped up from where you were sitting and slowly strolled to the other side of the room, not wanting to hear any more from Sam and Bucky about you and Zemo.

Zemo’s eyes watched you as he sighed, glancing at his hand once more and flexing it, still feeling the remembrance of your hand holding his. He brings the glass you made for him to his lips, taking a sip and then he pulls the flannel back over his eyes and settles back on the sofa again.

Bucky disappeared again, likely wanting his space, whereas Sam grabbed a seat and pulled out his laptop to try and find some information on Karli. The silence of the room was suffocating. At least you felt that way as you paced. Sam seemed to intently focus on his laptop while Zemo just laid back and sipped his drink. You pulled out your phone and glanced through random apps for something to do to mind the time.

“Were you ever offered it?” Zemo’s voice finally breaks out. Sam’s gaze leaves his laptop to glance at you, then at Zemo.

“What?”

“The serum.”

“No.”

You glance between them, curiosity spiking. Sam clearly didn’t want to be engaged in a conversation, but Zemo wasn’t taking the hint or, more likely, choosing to ignore it.

“If you had been, hypothetically, that is, would you have taken it?”

Without a second hesitation, Sam replies with a harsh tone to his voice,

“No.”

“No hesitation. That’s impressive,” Zemo admits, nodding his head.

He raises his hand, taking off the flannel with a grunt.

“Sam,” he continues as he holds the flannel, gaze unwavering from it.

“You can’t hold out hope for Karli. No matter what you saw in her. She’s gone. And we cannot allow her and her acolytes to become yet another faction of gods among real people. Super soldiers cannot be allowed to exist.”

Your gaze moves to the ground as you frown, thinking over Zemo’s words, whereas Sam answers without hesitation.

“Isn’t that how god’s talk?”

Zemo’s eyes continue to glare down at the flannel, not speaking up for once.

“And if that’s how you feel, what about Bucky? Blood isn’t always the solution,” Sam finishes.

There was a moment of silence as you thought over Sam’s and Zemo’s words. The sound of a door click breaks the thoughts from your mind. Bucky struts in, glancing over at the tensed appearance of the three of you. You move from your spot, walking over to where Zemo had sat up, moving so you could sit beside him. As you take your seat, making sure there is space between you, he places his hand on your knee. Your eyes flicker to each other, words speaking in silence. His warm eyes bore into yours, but there was a misery in them, something you were sure was also reflected into yours.

“Something’s not right about Walker,” Bucky mutters, shrugging off his jacket.

“Like we hadn’t known that from the start,” you reply.

“Well, I know a crazy when I see one. Because I am crazy,”

“Can’t argue with that,” Sam agrees.

The two of them break into an argument about the Shield, making you sigh in frustration. Just when you were about to stop their bickering, the door of the villa bursts open and John Walker and his partner storm into the room.

“All right. That’s it. Let’s go. I’m ordering you to hand him over,”

Sam and Bucky walk into John’s path, preventing him from advancing on Zemo. You stood up from the sofa to stand next to them, but Zemo grasped your hand and pulled you back. You looked at him, watching as he stood up, but he shook his head slightly, his eyes burning into yours. You furrow your eyebrows, questioning him but he doesn't give any explanation.

On the other hand, he passes you a bottle of whiskey. He picks up his glass and walks over to the kitchen counter, pulling you with him. In this odd display, you weren’t paying attention to the situation with John until a spear flew past them, embedded into a pillar.

A light gasp left your lips as the Dora Milaje stormed in.

One of them speaks in Wakandan to Bucky, her tone harsh and biting.

“Release him to us now”, she demands in English.

Zemo’s eyes glance anxiously from yours to them, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“Hi, John Walker. Captain America.” John says, walking over to them to assert himself. The Dora Milaje stand still, refusing to acknowledge his presence, making John stand there awkwardly.

“Well, let’s uh put down the pointy sticks, and we can talk this through, huh?” he says patronisingly.

“Hey, John. Take this easy. You might want to fight Bucky before you tangle with the Dora Milaje,” Sam warns, but it falls on deaf ears.

John Walker continues to antagonise them till he takes a step too far and places his hand on her shoulder, and all hell breaks loose.

You and Zemo stand back as the fight breaks out. Zemo sips his whiskey as he watches with amusement. He glances at you and raises the glass, inquiring if you want a sip. You smile at his nonchalant attitude about the fight, nodding your head and letting him raise the glass to your lips as you drink.

Eventually, Sam and Bucky join in the fight, seeing that John was losing, and losing badly.

You started to step forward to join them, but Zemo’s grip on your hand tightened.

“Not now, little one”, he mutters.

He peers around, watching the fight and the surroundings while you glance at him with an eyebrow raised.

“What the hell, Zemo?” you whisper harshly, glancing around as if trying to spot something Zemo was looking for.

“We need to go”, he whispers urgently and pulls on your arm, leading you to the bathroom.

“What? Zemo, Zemo, wait. What do you mean we?” You ask, grounding your feet into the floor.

Zemo’s eyes flickered around the room again, observing the fighting and then looking back to you, his skin paler than before.

“We don’t have a lot of time y/n, please. I need you to come with me,”

You didn’t know where he wanted to go or how he was planning on leaving, but you could see fear prickling in his eyes as he looked at you, and it calmed all the questions and suspicions in your mind.

“What about Sam and Bucky?”

“You know them better, and I do, and I know they will manage well. Please y/n, I want to spend this precious time I have left with you. I don’t want to do this alone,”

You stare into his eyes once more, staring into those pools of warmth and nodding, making your choice.

You let him lead you back into the bathroom and close the door behind him. Quickly he grasps the bathtub in the room and heaves it to the side, revealing a hole in the floor. A passageway into the sewer.

You wrinkle your nose as you stare down into the dark hole. Zemo comes to stand beside you, pursing his lips at the rancid smell.

“I will go first if you prefer,” he tells you, but you shake your head. He places his hand on the dip of your back as you move to step onto the ladder and slowly start to descend down the ladder, grasping the metal tightly in your hand so you wouldn’t slip.

It only took you a minute of climbing till your feet hit the wet concrete below. It was pitch black in this passageway, but when Zemo managed to get down to the ground, he pulled out the flashlight he had from before and turned it on, illuminating the sewer in a creepy light.

He grasped your hand again, taking charge to lead you a certain way.

“So this was the best escape plan you had?” you ask, holding your hand to your nose to try and block the smell.

“My apologies, y/n, did you have a better plan?” he replies sarcastically.

“Well, I didn’t know I was running away with you until a minute before,”

Zemo pauses, beaming the light on your face, making you flinch back. He notices and lowers the light slightly, so it isn’t blinding but still illuminates your face.

“I owe you a great deal for coming with me. I know it wasn’t a simple decision to leave your friends for a person you met meer days ago,”

“When you put it like that, you make me feel even crazier for making this decision,” you grumble.

“But it’s okay. Zemo, Sam and Bucky will be fine without me, and I wanted to be with you,”

Zemo raises his hand to cup the side of your face, his thumb running along your cheekbone. He stares at your face for a moment, drinking you in, till he pulls you to him and captures your lips in a passionate kiss. His spare hand holding the flashlight wraps around your waist as he holds you there, his soft lips moving on yours as you reciprocate.

As suddenly as it had started, it ended.

He pulled a few centimetres away, his lips still brushing against yours.

“Thank you, little one.”

His nickname makes a shiver work its way through your spine. The breath leaves your lips as you feel your cheeks burn, shown by the flashlight. His classic smirk appears on his face as he watches your reaction. He leans forward again and places a quick kiss on your cheek, and then continues to lead you down the passage.

After around 10 minutes of walking, you reach another ladder that Zemo gets you to climb up. You had never been so thankful to breathe in the fresh air. You close your eyes to feel the breeze of air and sunlight on your face till Zemo makes you get out of the way so that he can get up onto the surface as well. You had emerged on the side of a road, and of course, by the side of the escape, there was a car waiting for you.

“I shouldn’t even be surprised,” you say, a chuckle escaping your lips as Zemo holds up some car keys he had been keeping hidden. He opens the passenger seat door to let you in and then quickly gets in on his side, starting up the car and driving off.

“Is this car yours, or one you had stolen?” you ask, running your hands along what you sure was expensive material.

“I believe you won’t like the answer.”

“I suppose aiding with the escape of a criminal now makes me one. You bring about a lot of surprises,”

“I’ve been told I am quite surprising,” he glances at you, smirking as he drives.

“And seductive,”

You slap the side of his arm lightly, a smile tugging on your lips.

“Eyes on the road, mister.”

“Mister? I’d prefer what you called me before. Hm, what was that again?”

You groan and hide your face in your hands as Zemo reminds you of the moment you wished you could forget.

“You’ll never let that go, will you?”

“You calling me daddy? Of course not. I find it most pleasing,”

“Where are we even going?” you ask, trying to direct the conversation somewhere else.

Zemo turns from looking at you to the road, the smile on his face slowly fading.

“Sokovia,”

Your breath hitches as he says the name of his country. The knowledge of his previous family, his wife, and his son, comes back into your memory.

“I want to see the memorial,” he explains, glancing at you.

You stare forward at the road, though, nodding silently.

For the next ten minutes, you two sit in uncomfortable silence. All previous moments where you were having fun had faded, leaving a chilling tension between you two. Eventually, Zemo sighed in frustration and made a sharp turn in the car, pulling into a secluded spot on an empty road.

He turns the key, killing the car engine and then, in his seat, he turns to face you.

“It seems to me we need to talk,”

You look at him, then away again.

“I don’t think so.”

“Y/n”, he growls

“I said we don’t need to talk!” you exclaim, feeling a burst of energy in your body as you snap your head and glare at him. You purse your lips, though, realising how much anger had just flared up in you.

Zemo stares at you for a few moments, his face pulled into concentration, but it detenses as recognition flashes in Zemo’s eyes.

“This is about my family.”

You look away, your cheeks burning as you know how ridiculous you were being.

Zemo nods his head, looking at the road ahead as he thinks over what to say.

“You are part of the reason I want to go to the memorial,” he finally admits

It was your turn to look at him, puzzled. He pushes his lips together, breathing in a deep breath as he prepares himself for what to say next.

“I love my family. Every day, I miss them more. They were everything to me, and after their deaths, I was filled with pain and anger. I couldn’t see anything else apart from revenge, and I made sure I got it. I never thought I could move on from them. But I love you y/n. I am honest. I never thought this old heart could love again. But with you, I know I can. You are someone I want to spend all my time and money on just to make you happy. Every time I look at you, I want to take you, no matter where we are. And I feel I owe it to my family to visit the memorial to pay respect and to accept that it is okay for me to move on,”

It felt as if an enormous weight was suddenly lifted off your shoulders with his words. Tears sprung to your eyes though you tried to blink them away. Seeing the tears, Zemo panicked, his eyes widening and sitting up straight to try and comfort you, but you grinned at him and placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Zemo,”

He moves his fingers to your face, tracing your jawline. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, desperate. He moves forward to his seat, capturing your lips with his. Unlike the passion from last time, this kiss was gentle, like he was trying to savour you. You melted into the kiss, feeling completely overwhelmed with its gentleness. You had to grasp the soft fur parts of his coat to try and pull him closer, ignoring how, in the kiss, you could feel his lips smirk.

“Would you prefer to take this to the back seat?” he rasps, and you nod your head quickly.

You pull away from the kiss, shifting in your seat so you can climb into the back apartment of the car. Zemo holds onto your waist as you climb through and as he follows you after. He sits down in the middle seat, and instantly, you pull yourself onto his lap, straddling his waist. The grip of his hand on your waist tightens, his fingers digging into your soft skin as you bring your lips back to him while grinding onto his lap, feeling the wrt stain start to build on your underwear.

A smirk pulls onto your lips as you feel a bulge press into you through Zemo’s trousers, making you grind down harder on it to hear the little gasps leave his lips.

“Let go of me, Zemo,” you murmur, pulling away from his sweet lips.

Hesitantly Zemo lets go of your waist, his eyebrow-raising slightly as he watches you move.

It was hard moving in a limited space, but you were able to get onto the floor, sitting on your knees as you grasped Zemo’s legs and pushed them apart so you could slide in between them. You reach up, grasping the zipper of his trousers and, while holding eye contact with him, pull it down, exposing his boxers. Next, you tucked your hand under the waistband and wrapped your palm around the warm cock hardening by the second. Zemo’s breath hitched as you pulled his cock out of his boxers, exposing it to the cool air.

Some pre-cum was already appearing at his tip, and it made your mouth water, imagining the taste. You stuck out your tongue and lent forward, kitten licking at his tip to lap it up. You could hear Zemo’s gasp as you teased his most sensitive part, and you noticed how his legs tensed as you continued to lick at his cock. You dipped down, licking down the shaft and then tracing the throbbing vein back up to the tip again. Feeling mischievous, you tease his poor tip, licking at it and hovering your lips near but not doing anything else.

Finally, Zemo moves, his patience growing thin. His hands grasp your hair, his fingers wrapping into his securely. He pushes your head down, guiding his hard cock into your mouth. He was gentle, not pushing you down too far, just about half way but you moved further down his cock, feeling the tip of him hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Zemo let out a lustful moan, his eyelids fluttering from how good it felt to be inside your wet mouth. His head rolls back as he focuses on the heat of your tongue pressing along the underside of his cock. You suck your cheeks in, making your mouth constrict around his cock more as you start to push your lips up and down his cock while your hands take his base and balls and begin to stroke and play with them. Zemo’s grasp on your hair tightens as he lets out louder moans now, his hips thrusting up into your mouth, making you gag on his cock again. He started to push your head faster on his cock, grunting as his cheeks turned red from pleasure, and just when you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, he pulled you up, off his cock and grasped his base, squeezing it delaying his oncoming release.

He grasped your arms and lifted you up, pulling you over to the seats. You let him move you, pushing you down to where you were lying on the back of the seat, staring up at him, already parting your legs.

“Forgive me, little one”, he purrs as his hands roughly grasp at your trousers and push them down, exposing your pants.

“I need to feel inside you.”

He runs his finger up them chuckling, feeling the wetness soaking through.

“Do you have a condom?” he asks, looking in your eyes.

“We don’t need one”, you gasp, the urge to feel him swarming you. You moved your hips up, practically begging for him to be inside you.

“As you wish,” he says, immediately pushing your pants aside with a slight more roughness than last time, slipping into you.

You moan, feeling him stretch you out, but as soon as he was in you, he drew back almost entirely out of you. His hips snapped back into you, pushing your body up and down the car seat. Your moans were mixed in with his grunts, his hands grasped your hips, his cock pushed into you perfectly.

You wrap your hands around his back, your nails digging into the skin as your body moves up and down with his. He settles his head on your shoulder, pressing kisses to your hot skin as he chases his high. Every time he pulled back from a kiss, he whispered something in his husky sokovian language. You couldn’t understand what he said, but from the look on his face you knew it was endearing.

His fingers moved down to find your clit, rubbing it with precision. It felt like a shock wave of pleasure washing over your brain. You let out a series of loud moans as you felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter. Knowing you were close, Zemo’s pace started to speed up while he thrust deeper into you, hitting the right spot inside you. You didn’t even get a chance to warn him as you came, your walls fluttering and grasping his cock as it washed over him. Zemo groaned into your neck, feeling your walls clamp down on him. He was on the edge already, and feeling you come around him triggered his own release. You let out a soft moan as you felt his cock twitch inside of you, spilling his warm seed into you.

He pants heavily, his cheeks flushed, but finally, his shining eyes meet yours.

“I love you, little one,” he whispers.

You smile, placing a kiss on the side of his face, “I love you too… daddy.”

He chuckles, his eyes glowing as they stare into you. Slowly he moves out of you, though, ensuring he wouldn't hurt you as he helps you clean up and make yourself comfortable again. He helped guide you back to the front seat, placing kisses on your body whenever he got the chance till he was back in the driver's seat again and set out on the road.

The car drive after that was comfortable. Zemo drove with one hand on the wheel while his other hand rested on your thigh. You two either talked about things you thought of or sung along to music on your phone. The hours felt like they slipped by like minutes till he pulled up beside the sokovian memorial.

Holding your hand, Zemo slowly walks up to the sculpture. His eyes don’t leave it as he looks at it. The wind waves through his hair, billowing his coat. He doesn’t say anything at first, but he slowly starts speaking in Sokovian, getting what he needs to say off his chest. After that, he turns to you, his eyes capturing yours as they were glazed with tears.

“The loss of my country, of my family, broke me y/n, but in some twisted way, I don’t mourn it as much as I did previously, for it led me to you. I don’t blame you for their deaths. You had nothing to do with the Sokovian attack, similarly to Sam and James. What I’m trying to say, though, is that it has been my pleasure to spend these last moments with you, y/n.”

Your eyes jumped to him, and a frown appeared on your lips.

“These last moments?”

The sound of footsteps behind you made you jump. You spun around on your heel, your eyes widening as you saw Bucky approaching. Your head snapped back to Zemo, glaring at his remorseful face.

“Zemo, what the hell is going on?”

A small smile appears on his lips as he looks to the ground and then back up to you, but there is no joy in his eyes. He leans forward, his cold hands grasping onto yours.

“I’m afraid I must ask something hard of you, y/n. Please, can you leave”

The breath left your lungs; your heart dropped out of your chest at the words.

“… What,”

“I don’t want you to witness what must happen next,”

Your gaze flickers from Bucky, standing back, letting you two have your private moment, but he looks to the ground as your eyes meet his. You glance back to Zemo’s, whose face is now desperately looking at you.

“I’m not leaving you, Zemo,” you state.

“Y/n…”

“No!” you shout.

“Y/n I-” Bucky says, walking forward, but one death glare from you quickly shuts him up.

“How could you ever ask something of me like that, especially after… after everything that has happened,”

“I know I should have told you y/n, which I apologise for, but I needed to spend these last moments with you because you are so special to me; I didn’t want to ruin the moment by telling you what was to come.”

Tears gush from your eyes as you shake your head at him. He steps closer to you, holding your head in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears.

“And because I love you, I don’t want you to see this. You know there is no other way out of this. It has to happen, and it’s okay; I’m ready. Just like I could with my wife, I know you’ll be able to move on and find someone who will give you everything I can’t and never will because you deserve so much better than me,”

“I love you,” you whisper, the hot tears spilling down your cheeks. Your eyes examine every detail of his face, trying to ingrain everything in your mind.

“I love you, little one,”

He pulls you into one last kiss, but the romantic moment is drowned in sadness.

You pull away. Turned around. You don’t look at him. You can’t because you know if you do, you won’t be able to leave. You glare at Bucky though you know as well as Zemo it isn’t his fault. You walk a slight distance, just enough so that they are out of sight, and then you collapse on the floor.

Your hands into the ground, pulling at the dirt as you let all your pain out, trying to hold in your sobs. How is it you had fallen for that man so quickly? You loved him; you had risked giving him your heart, and he was pulled so soon from you. You felt betrayed; he didn’t tell you what he was planning, but you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him for it either.

You don’t know how long you stayed there, but you opened your eyes when you felt a shadow fall over you. Looking up, you saw one member of the Dora Milaje looking down at you.

Your eyes widen in surprise, and then you gasp, connecting the dots.

“Zemo”, you whisper, jumping off the ground and running back to where you last saw him.

Sure enough, as you arrived, you saw him being escorted to the Dora Milaje aircraft.

Hearing your footsteps, Zemo glances over at you. Sadness flickers in his eyes as he stops walking to look at you, but they grasp his shoulder, forcing him to look forward and to keep moving. You watch as they escort him away till you can't see him anymore.

Bucky walks over to you, looking at the floor guiltily.

“I’ll see him again,” you tell Bucky.

“y/n, I don’t think-”

“I’ll see him again, Bucky. You can count on that.”

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