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So you just wanted to show off.
The kind that had the information I needed.
The kind that had the information I needed.
[ he was coming here anyways, probably out of what, instinct? Affection? ]
I don't make a habit of letting people bleed out on my doorstep.
I don't make a habit of letting people bleed out on my doorstep.
If this brunch goes as well as I think it's going to...
Double brunch? Follow-up brunch?
Several brunches pre-scheduled in advance?
I can keep going.
Double brunch? Follow-up brunch?
Several brunches pre-scheduled in advance?
I can keep going.
Oh?
How romantic. Would you even make certain to tuck me in if you did find me?
How romantic. Would you even make certain to tuck me in if you did find me?
[Practicality? ... Trust?
Isn't it best to not delve in too deeply, honestly? At least while there is active bleeding in progress.]
Ah.
Perhaps I misjudged. Would you mind meeting me? I'm afraid I'm feeling a bit faint now, actually.
[He really doesn't want to bleed out on a doorstep.
Well-- at least the one that belongs to James.]
Isn't it best to not delve in too deeply, honestly? At least while there is active bleeding in progress.]
Ah.
Perhaps I misjudged. Would you mind meeting me? I'm afraid I'm feeling a bit faint now, actually.
[He really doesn't want to bleed out on a doorstep.
Well-- at least the one that belongs to James.]
Perhaps even dinner?
Or even breakfast. Quite a big step, isn't it?
Or even breakfast. Quite a big step, isn't it?
You know that's classified. You were just there for show.
Goddammit.
[ Bucky swiftly dons a hoodie and slips on some shoes, darting out the door to find Zemo before anyone else does.
He doesn't even need to call on any skills from his previous life, fortunately. (Unfortunately?) Just look for the man a bit unsteady on his feet, moving with the kind of purpose and determination a drunk could never muster.
When he spots the familiar silhouette, Bucky gasps, runs a little too fast for someone seemingly put off by the whole scenario. ]
Hey, hey. Easy.
[ He'll fireman-carry Zemo inside if he has to. ]
[ Bucky swiftly dons a hoodie and slips on some shoes, darting out the door to find Zemo before anyone else does.
He doesn't even need to call on any skills from his previous life, fortunately. (Unfortunately?) Just look for the man a bit unsteady on his feet, moving with the kind of purpose and determination a drunk could never muster.
When he spots the familiar silhouette, Bucky gasps, runs a little too fast for someone seemingly put off by the whole scenario. ]
Hey, hey. Easy.
[ He'll fireman-carry Zemo inside if he has to. ]
Meet me at the address I've just sent and I'll make certain it's worth your time.
Am I not deserving of a lullaby before then?
I will be. I believe.
I will be. I believe.
Ah.
I believe that is called arm-candy? Is that what I was?
[He's teasing, he's teasing!]
I believe that is called arm-candy? Is that what I was?
[He's teasing, he's teasing!]
You wish.
[He retorts, but honestly he's not even sure anymore.]
[He retorts, but honestly he's not even sure anymore.]
[The world seems to spin on itself, blurring around the edges. Zemo has been injured many times -- far worse than this, even. But there's a moment where he thinks he might actually faint and...
Well, that would be quite an ending to his story. Perhaps not the worst one could hope for.
Alas, fate once again seems to have another plan when he hears that voice. For a moment, Zemo allows himself to lean on the wall he's nearest before he looks back towards James. He manages the briefest of smiles.]
Ah, James. Nice to see you again.
Well, that would be quite an ending to his story. Perhaps not the worst one could hope for.
Alas, fate once again seems to have another plan when he hears that voice. For a moment, Zemo allows himself to lean on the wall he's nearest before he looks back towards James. He manages the briefest of smiles.]
Ah, James. Nice to see you again.
Oh my god. [ He is sizing Zemo up, looking him over for various wounds. ] We need to get you inside.
[ He slings the man's arm over his shoulder, using the metal arm to hold most of Zemo's weight, and manages to get them across the threshold without anyone questioning whether Zemo was being harmed or simply drunk.
Once they're inside, he deposits Zemo on the sofa as gently as he can, and darts to the bedroom to fetch his emergency kit. Luckily, he keeps the thing stocked due to his own bad habits, and is back to Zemo's side in record time, kneeling next to him and grasping the hem of his shirt. ]
Alright, lemme see.
[ He slings the man's arm over his shoulder, using the metal arm to hold most of Zemo's weight, and manages to get them across the threshold without anyone questioning whether Zemo was being harmed or simply drunk.
Once they're inside, he deposits Zemo on the sofa as gently as he can, and darts to the bedroom to fetch his emergency kit. Luckily, he keeps the thing stocked due to his own bad habits, and is back to Zemo's side in record time, kneeling next to him and grasping the hem of his shirt. ]
Alright, lemme see.
[Not quite. Not yet. He's making his way towards the entrance, actually.
Maybe a bit slowly, but surely.]
Ah, I'll hold you to that. I have some scotch that I would like you to try.
Maybe a bit slowly, but surely.]
Ah, I'll hold you to that. I have some scotch that I would like you to try.
You're no fun, James.
Or perhaps you're a bit too much fun, considering where you took me.
Or perhaps you're a bit too much fun, considering where you took me.
[He's a bit startled at first when there's a body against his, an arm around him like that. He must be quite a sight.]
Do I look so awful, James? [He manages to tease. If he stays awake, he'll-- likely be fine. It would be quite a shame to die in Bucky's home and leave him quite a hassle to clean up.
There's a wince when he hits the sofa though, lips pursing in a pained expression as he sits and adjusts. The purple is dyed dark with his blood, sticking uncomfortably to the wound when Bucky goes to tug it up. He doesn't complain though -- and the wound underneath looks more like that from a knife than a bullet, at least.
No shrapnel to dig out. That's never a fun experience.
Although who knows if this will be a particularly fun one either. He could think of more pleasant ways to spend his evenings still...]
I will be fine with some stitches, I believe... And a drink. [Should he? Probably not, but something strong sounds rather appealing at the moment.]
Do I look so awful, James? [He manages to tease. If he stays awake, he'll-- likely be fine. It would be quite a shame to die in Bucky's home and leave him quite a hassle to clean up.
There's a wince when he hits the sofa though, lips pursing in a pained expression as he sits and adjusts. The purple is dyed dark with his blood, sticking uncomfortably to the wound when Bucky goes to tug it up. He doesn't complain though -- and the wound underneath looks more like that from a knife than a bullet, at least.
No shrapnel to dig out. That's never a fun experience.
Although who knows if this will be a particularly fun one either. He could think of more pleasant ways to spend his evenings still...]
I will be fine with some stitches, I believe... And a drink. [Should he? Probably not, but something strong sounds rather appealing at the moment.]
Your first instinct is probably accurate.
I had no idea where we were. You could've warned me.
I had no idea where we were. You could've warned me.
I'm not giving you alcohol right now.
[ He gets up to fetch a towel and some ice water, offering the glass to Zemo while steadying the bottom so it doesn't spill. He eases the towel between Zemo's body and the sofa (not that he cares much about the upholstery but needs must), puts on a pair of gloves and grabs some antiseptic. ]
Did you run chest first into a thresher? [ He can be delicate with the antiseptic, but it's still going to sting like a bitch. Bucky murmurs an apology when it gets too bad, but manages to get the wound cleaned well enough to prep it for stitches. ] I'm trying to decide if I want to know what really happened.
[ He gets up to fetch a towel and some ice water, offering the glass to Zemo while steadying the bottom so it doesn't spill. He eases the towel between Zemo's body and the sofa (not that he cares much about the upholstery but needs must), puts on a pair of gloves and grabs some antiseptic. ]
Did you run chest first into a thresher? [ He can be delicate with the antiseptic, but it's still going to sting like a bitch. Bucky murmurs an apology when it gets too bad, but manages to get the wound cleaned well enough to prep it for stitches. ] I'm trying to decide if I want to know what really happened.
Oh I'll be there. Absolutely.
Wouldn't miss this for anything.
[Ignore the fact that Mobius is double-checking said address on the Earth Google (old habits) before making up some sort of excuse as to why he needs to leave the premises. No one needs to know about any of this. Now that he's got a taste of worlds outside of the TVA it's quite difficult to keep him there. There's not much else left for him there anyway. His colleagues should realize this much.
He nearly leaves without making himself look presentable. That's how excited he is. So he rushes back to freshen up and spray some cologne (but not too much) and change into something more appropriate for brunch. The delay won't be noticeable on Zemo's end, not when traveling through time doors can correct almost any discrepancy if one wants them to.]
Wouldn't miss this for anything.
[Ignore the fact that Mobius is double-checking said address on the Earth Google (old habits) before making up some sort of excuse as to why he needs to leave the premises. No one needs to know about any of this. Now that he's got a taste of worlds outside of the TVA it's quite difficult to keep him there. There's not much else left for him there anyway. His colleagues should realize this much.
He nearly leaves without making himself look presentable. That's how excited he is. So he rushes back to freshen up and spray some cologne (but not too much) and change into something more appropriate for brunch. The delay won't be noticeable on Zemo's end, not when traveling through time doors can correct almost any discrepancy if one wants them to.]
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