It was one of those rare times when Zemo was expecting to be home for a decent length of time. Life in the military kept him rather... busy, and in truth, he generally enjoyed having the purpose. His mind was rarely ever at rest, rarely ever focused on a single task.
He had to admit though, a bit of a rest wasn't unwelcome.
It's morning. He's in the kitchen preparing coffee with a book sat on the counter beside him that he'd been reading. He doesn't expect anyone else to be up at the moment, but then Pietro makes his way in. Hair mussed in a way that makes Zemo smile briefly.
The orphaned Maximoffs. It had been a... risk, taking them in. They'd been young and angry, rightly so, but they've adapted well to life in the Zemo household. They made themselves useful, they were respectful. How could one complain?
"Good morning, Pietro." He greets with a nod of his head. "Is your sister still resting or did she leave with Heike?"
[ drunk is not an easy thing to achieve these days for Bucky. But when he really puts his mind to it, he can enjoy at least a brief interlude of lowered inhibitions, loose limbs, and hazy vision.
So: drunk + Bucky = sexting. Enjoy, Helmut. Your phone's about to blow up with racy emoji combos. ]
[Never let it be said that Zemo is a poor host, even for those sent to make certain no rules of his house arrest are broken. Natalia's favored tea is brewed and ready, there are some pastries to go along with it (and hopefully soak up the alcohol she's had prior)...
Ah, and there's some rather expensive vodka nearby should she rather add to it.
And Zemo is dressed rather impeccably as usual, his usual cologne wafting in the air when he goes to get the door. They did toy with something... a little more personal. It would be in poor taste to answer the door in his hoodie and slacks, looking like an absolute mess with that under consideration, wouldn't it?
There's a welcoming smile as he steps back, waving her in.]
Please, make yourself at home, Natalia.
[A pause.]
How long is your watch tonight again?
*It really does smell amazing, I grabbed the 'free' sampler from the site
[ The nonagenarian arrives with a duffle bag, hair loosely confined with a ribbon, smelling of rosemary shampoo and Boyfriend parfum*. She moves past him without much of a glance, though she does hover for a moment, looks through lashes and confesses about the cologne -- ]
I do like that one.
[ It's as Natalia is removing her floor-length jacket that the outfit she put together is revealed, albeit in a slow tease that doesn't at all come off as so, though they both know better, and she turns to him with a coy half-smile. ]
They made it back to Wyoming without much issue at all -- to a remodelled and somewhat redecorated house. Oeznik did beautifully on everything, in Zemo's opinion, and Steve does seem to love lounging in the sun room despite the frigid temperatures.
Zemo can't say that he wasn't glad to see the furry menace, and he was certainly glad to see Oeznik. It felt like-- coming home, in a way. Whether that's good or not was also firmly put in a 'worry for another day' category. He was exhausted from their flight, starved, and ready to spend the day trying to calm down any irritation Bucky would have with the... changes made.
Where Oeznik found some of the new, expensive antiques in their home in Wyoming, Zemo doesn't really bother asking. But the new furniture, the updated features make it feel even more comfortable in Zemo's opinion.
... The hot tub was certainly a very necessary feature.
Overall, the day was rather uneventful and pleasant, despite any surprise from Bucky. It ended with Zemo wrapped around Bucky to leech off his heat as usual, tucked in against him comfortably. He's still asleep and quite blissfully unaware of any changes by morning.
Bucky may notice the soft press of breasts against his back or the more slender limbs tangled or wrapped around him. if not that, maybe the longer hair that has since fallen in Zemo's face to tickle at the back of Bucky's neck.
In any case, it's certain to be an interesting morning when Zemo finally does come to.
Bucky had been looking forward to going back to Wyoming, but what they went back to wasn't the Wyoming he remembered. It had looked the same right up until he went in through the front door. And then he saw the extra door in the living room, leading out back into the extension where they'd built out the sun room. He hadn't said a single thing as he took it all in, exploring the-- is that a hot tub? His disapproval about the overhaul was clearly evident in the furrow of his eyebrows and the intense staring, like he could simply will it all away and go back to how it was if he glared long and hard enough at the greenhouse.
He tried to spend the day pretending he's fine with everything and dodging Oeznik's question about the bandage wrapped around his hand. He maybe succeeded with convincing only Steve that he doesn't hate all these things changing around him, which probably only Steve was willing to be convinced because Bucky didn't start anxiously peeing everywhere. Zemo had still tried to reassure him that the place was much better now, and Oeznik had still fussed over his injury and pressed as much as he could about whether they enjoyed their not-honeymoon.
But Bucky was calm again by the time night rolled around and he'd had a long, hot shower and could finally unwind. An unintended side effect from the heated floor is he finds it too uncomfortably warm now to sleep on, so he gravitated to the bed without needing to be prompted, and let Zemo's cool body latch onto him even though they're now in a bed with plenty of space.
The first thing he'd noticed amiss in the morning was the hair tickling him. His shoulders tensed up the longer they lingered on the back of his neck and he tried to turn further away from Zemo with a grunt. Reaching behind him to touch Zemo's thigh, it's soft and fleshy and slender where he was expecting some hard edges and muscles, and his eyebrows furrow deeply as he starts to turn his head to look over at his big spoon. Maybe he'd grabbed something else, like an arm or something, but that's too low to be an arm.
"Zemo?" he calls out quietly, voice a little raspy, blinking a few times as he turns to face him. "Helmmmmmmmwhat the fuck?!"
[It was meant to be a fairly simple and straightforward assignment. Break in, gather some intel, get out. Old dusty files, ancient computers. Zemo had felt rather in his element, and he'd even been in a rather good mood to start. Walker had stayed back. It was simply James, and they worked well together. They made a rather fantastic team, in his very humble opinion.
Nothing was supposed to go wrong.
Except when it did. Despite every precaution, despite everything he did to maintain their safety...
They ended up tripping some sort of failsafe somehow. Nothing quite like a self-destruct switch being flipped in a building you can't quite get out of quickly enough before it starts to cave in on itself as explosives detonate.]
James!
[He barks the name roughly as they maneuver through corridors, his heart pounding in his chest louder than anything else around them. He's seen buildings fall. He's seen countries fall, and this is not so dissimilar. He would like to say that he's doing well, but--
His stomach twists with fear, with the urgency to at least get Bucky out before they're both buried.]
[ He hears the low rumbling before Zemo calls out, the infrasound-level vibration of deep explosives tripping every mental alarm Bucky has. When they meet in the corridor, the explosions are louder, shrapnel and debris flying as charges throw chips of masonry and piping at them.
He doesn't think of the scaffolding in Azzano.
He doesn't think of the Triskelion.
Bucky forces his legs to keep moving, wills his feet to carry him as fast as they physically can. He'll outpace Zemo in a split second, so he reaches back for the man's hand to tug him along, yanking hard enough to hurt (but they have more pressing concerns than sore ligaments).
Just before they reach the stairwell that will take them out and back into the open air, the roof collapses and blocks their exit with rubble. Bucky shouts, ripping at whatever loose pieces he can, desperate to try and dig them out. ]
You were not teasing when you said you were alone.
[He strides into the office, perfectly casual despite any potential dangers of showing up in a building typically full of superheroes. Ah, well-- at least Caitlin has not threatened to turn him over yet.
She seems perfectly welcoming, as a matter of fact.]
It makes my promise so much simpler to carry out.
I closed my eyes and swung my mouse around a map of America and was not disappointed
McPherson County, Nebraska. If Zemo's never heard of it, it won't be because he isn't worldly. Most people haven't heard of it. It's one of the most rural, quiet, nobody lives here and nothing ever happens kind of one horse town, dirt roads and farmland for miles and miles and miles on end, and that's just the way Bucky likes it.
They would have let him stay on in Wakanda, and in fact they had encouraged it. He was good with the elders, and good with the children. But he couldn't live with himself if he has another incident. He can barely live with himself as is. They'd take the goats back off him, but they said he could keep the arm.
Nobody was deliberately misleading or stonewalling when they said they hadn't seen nor heard from Bucky Barnes since he did his little part in trying to put the world back to the way it was. Rumour had it he's retired out in the country somewhere, and when he doesn't want to be found, he knows how not to be found. Even if he had a phone it wouldn't work out where he's living.
He did, however, show his face again - just briefly - to see Tony Stark off, check in on the others. Honestly, he has mixed feelings about Tony. But he was Steve's friend. And many of Steve's friends were there. Once he showed up again it was simply a matter of following him all the way back to his small little farmhouse sitting on acres and acres of unused land. There's a barn with peeling and faded red paint next to the house, and too many empty beer bottles to count sitting in a messy pile against its outer wall.
An old golden retriever perks up and silently pads over when the very first house guest they've ever had pulls up. Past her childbearing prime and unwanted, unloved, disowned, finding a home with a soldier not very much unlike her, she's harmless as she approaches to sniff and lick his hand. There's some chicken eggs just lying around in the grass and the shadow of something big munching away in the barn - a cow maybe, or a horse - but no rooster to wake the human up sleeping on the floor, lying alone in the barren old house sparsely decorated with solitude and trauma, so he missed feeding her breakfast - again. Maybe she'll have better luck finding food from their unexpected visitor. Oh yes. He smells like bacon and coffee.
oh, no... perfect, haha. Hope Bucky likes being snowed in in the winter 😤
Zemo's patience is seemingly unwavering when he sets his sights on something. His desire to see things through to completion is rather infamous at this point, isn't it? So it shouldn't be a surprise that he turns up at Bucky's doorstep one day. It shouldn't be a surprise that his morbid fascination with the Winter Soldier would lead him here.
And it shouldn't be a surprise that men like him never stay in prison if they don't have a desire to be there.
He can't decide if it's a surprise or not, standing outside a rather... quaint house. Quaint. A farmhouse? He hadn't thought a man that had essentially been stripped down to a weapon would have any use for such a place. Then again, it makes sense if one wants to live off the grid, far away from most civilization. It isn't as if he has qualms about being outside a city-- his father's place had been much the same. Far out. Safe.
Until it wasn't, of course. Then Sokovia fell and his family died, hidden out in that very place.
He still hasn't decided yet, if that's the fate he has planned for the man inside the house. He'll figure it out -- later.
He isn't entirely heartless though. He won't harm Bucky in front of his dog, or the dog itself. Quite the contrary -- he bends forward to pet her when she nears, holding out a hand for her to sniff before he attempts any petting. "Hello, there."
There's a smile that twitches at the corner of his lips. "You're not here alone, are you? Where would your master be..."
( not that bucky doesn't have taste, but his taste does lean more toward the leather jackets and jeans aesthetic, in the off chance zemo was expecting something more upper class. )
So where are we headed? Unless you’re planning on cooking for me? I mean I could cook too if I had to but the whole novelty of brunch is going out and looking your best and having someone else take care of it.
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a/b/o verse ; 12minutesolder
Give You Anything You Want
He had to admit though, a bit of a rest wasn't unwelcome.
It's morning. He's in the kitchen preparing coffee with a book sat on the counter beside him that he'd been reading. He doesn't expect anyone else to be up at the moment, but then Pietro makes his way in. Hair mussed in a way that makes Zemo smile briefly.
The orphaned Maximoffs. It had been a... risk, taking them in. They'd been young and angry, rightly so, but they've adapted well to life in the Zemo household. They made themselves useful, they were respectful. How could one complain?
"Good morning, Pietro." He greets with a nod of his head. "Is your sister still resting or did she leave with Heike?"
Errands, she'd said.
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Hell yeah SEXTING meme - but here so I can track it better >_>
So: drunk + Bucky = sexting. Enjoy, Helmut. Your phone's about to blow up with racy emoji combos. ]
Hey, you up?👀
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bc i've been dringign and the tast eis SHIT🤮
3/3
Oh my god lmao
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house arrest ; for natalia
Ah, and there's some rather expensive vodka nearby should she rather add to it.
And Zemo is dressed rather impeccably as usual, his usual cologne wafting in the air when he goes to get the door. They did toy with something... a little more personal. It would be in poor taste to answer the door in his hoodie and slacks, looking like an absolute mess with that under consideration, wouldn't it?
There's a welcoming smile as he steps back, waving her in.]
Please, make yourself at home, Natalia.
[A pause.]
How long is your watch tonight again?
*It really does smell amazing, I grabbed the 'free' sampler from the site
I do like that one.
[ It's as Natalia is removing her floor-length jacket that the outfit she put together is revealed, albeit in a slow tease that doesn't at all come off as so, though they both know better, and she turns to him with a coy half-smile. ]
Didn't Barton tell you?
Oh, man, I need to get the sample of that! I hear it really does smell amazing, haha.
Doooo eeeeet. And let me know. :D
I will!!
Figured we could have a visual reference.
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Just Your Average Morning ; freakymagoo
Zemo can't say that he wasn't glad to see the furry menace, and he was certainly glad to see Oeznik. It felt like-- coming home, in a way. Whether that's good or not was also firmly put in a 'worry for another day' category. He was exhausted from their flight, starved, and ready to spend the day trying to calm down any irritation Bucky would have with the... changes made.
Where Oeznik found some of the new, expensive antiques in their home in Wyoming, Zemo doesn't really bother asking. But the new furniture, the updated features make it feel even more comfortable in Zemo's opinion.
... The hot tub was certainly a very necessary feature.
Overall, the day was rather uneventful and pleasant, despite any surprise from Bucky. It ended with Zemo wrapped around Bucky to leech off his heat as usual, tucked in against him comfortably. He's still asleep and quite blissfully unaware of any changes by morning.
Bucky may notice the soft press of breasts against his back or the more slender limbs tangled or wrapped around him. if not that, maybe the longer hair that has since fallen in Zemo's face to tickle at the back of Bucky's neck.
In any case, it's certain to be an interesting morning when Zemo finally does come to.
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He tried to spend the day pretending he's fine with everything and dodging Oeznik's question about the bandage wrapped around his hand. He maybe succeeded with convincing only Steve that he doesn't hate all these things changing around him, which probably only Steve was willing to be convinced because Bucky didn't start anxiously peeing everywhere. Zemo had still tried to reassure him that the place was much better now, and Oeznik had still fussed over his injury and pressed as much as he could about whether they enjoyed their not-honeymoon.
But Bucky was calm again by the time night rolled around and he'd had a long, hot shower and could finally unwind. An unintended side effect from the heated floor is he finds it too uncomfortably warm now to sleep on, so he gravitated to the bed without needing to be prompted, and let Zemo's cool body latch onto him even though they're now in a bed with plenty of space.
The first thing he'd noticed amiss in the morning was the hair tickling him. His shoulders tensed up the longer they lingered on the back of his neck and he tried to turn further away from Zemo with a grunt. Reaching behind him to touch Zemo's thigh, it's soft and fleshy and slender where he was expecting some hard edges and muscles, and his eyebrows furrow deeply as he starts to turn his head to look over at his big spoon. Maybe he'd grabbed something else, like an arm or something, but that's too low to be an arm.
"Zemo?" he calls out quietly, voice a little raspy, blinking a few times as he turns to face him. "Helmmmmmmmwhat the fuck?!"
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the walls are closing in | podchinyatsya
Nothing was supposed to go wrong.
Except when it did. Despite every precaution, despite everything he did to maintain their safety...
They ended up tripping some sort of failsafe somehow. Nothing quite like a self-destruct switch being flipped in a building you can't quite get out of quickly enough before it starts to cave in on itself as explosives detonate.]
James!
[He barks the name roughly as they maneuver through corridors, his heart pounding in his chest louder than anything else around them. He's seen buildings fall. He's seen countries fall, and this is not so dissimilar. He would like to say that he's doing well, but--
His stomach twists with fear, with the urgency to at least get Bucky out before they're both buried.]
This way, quickly!
YESSSS
He doesn't think of the scaffolding in Azzano.
He doesn't think of the Triskelion.
Bucky forces his legs to keep moving, wills his feet to carry him as fast as they physically can. He'll outpace Zemo in a split second, so he reaches back for the man's hand to tug him along, yanking hard enough to hurt (but they have more pressing concerns than sore ligaments).
Just before they reach the stairwell that will take them out and back into the open air, the roof collapses and blocks their exit with rubble. Bucky shouts, ripping at whatever loose pieces he can, desperate to try and dig them out. ]
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Laughing Zemo = ADORABLE
It doesn't happen often at all!!
Should happen more tbh!
It really should!
Daniel looks cute when he smiles ok /shallow
He does!
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private affair | trigeminalheadache
[He strides into the office, perfectly casual despite any potential dangers of showing up in a building typically full of superheroes. Ah, well-- at least Caitlin has not threatened to turn him over yet.
She seems perfectly welcoming, as a matter of fact.]
It makes my promise so much simpler to carry out.
I closed my eyes and swung my mouse around a map of America and was not disappointed
They would have let him stay on in Wakanda, and in fact they had encouraged it. He was good with the elders, and good with the children. But he couldn't live with himself if he has another incident. He can barely live with himself as is. They'd take the goats back off him, but they said he could keep the arm.
Nobody was deliberately misleading or stonewalling when they said they hadn't seen nor heard from Bucky Barnes since he did his little part in trying to put the world back to the way it was. Rumour had it he's retired out in the country somewhere, and when he doesn't want to be found, he knows how not to be found. Even if he had a phone it wouldn't work out where he's living.
He did, however, show his face again - just briefly - to see Tony Stark off, check in on the others. Honestly, he has mixed feelings about Tony. But he was Steve's friend. And many of Steve's friends were there. Once he showed up again it was simply a matter of following him all the way back to his small little farmhouse sitting on acres and acres of unused land. There's a barn with peeling and faded red paint next to the house, and too many empty beer bottles to count sitting in a messy pile against its outer wall.
An old golden retriever perks up and silently pads over when the very first house guest they've ever had pulls up. Past her childbearing prime and unwanted, unloved, disowned, finding a home with a soldier not very much unlike her, she's harmless as she approaches to sniff and lick his hand. There's some chicken eggs just lying around in the grass and the shadow of something big munching away in the barn - a cow maybe, or a horse - but no rooster to wake the human up sleeping on the floor, lying alone in the barren old house sparsely decorated with solitude and trauma, so he missed feeding her breakfast - again. Maybe she'll have better luck finding food from their unexpected visitor. Oh yes. He smells like bacon and coffee.
oh, no... perfect, haha. Hope Bucky likes being snowed in in the winter 😤
And it shouldn't be a surprise that men like him never stay in prison if they don't have a desire to be there.
He can't decide if it's a surprise or not, standing outside a rather... quaint house. Quaint. A farmhouse? He hadn't thought a man that had essentially been stripped down to a weapon would have any use for such a place. Then again, it makes sense if one wants to live off the grid, far away from most civilization. It isn't as if he has qualms about being outside a city-- his father's place had been much the same. Far out. Safe.
Until it wasn't, of course. Then Sokovia fell and his family died, hidden out in that very place.
He still hasn't decided yet, if that's the fate he has planned for the man inside the house. He'll figure it out -- later.
He isn't entirely heartless though. He won't harm Bucky in front of his dog, or the dog itself. Quite the contrary -- he bends forward to pet her when she nears, holding out a hand for her to sniff before he attempts any petting. "Hello, there."
There's a smile that twitches at the corner of his lips. "You're not here alone, are you? Where would your master be..."
Only in the winter? 😆
Okay fair. Bucky just wants to refreeze himself, doesn't he??
Nobody told him you can't do it the slow way around 😒
Zemo will break the news to him 😤
that won't stop him from trying 😤
He'll just get the blowdryer to thaw him out 🙄
um... does that work that way? 🤔
It's worth a try! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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I wrote half this tag then fell asleep 😆
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counterstep; tfln
Very well, then. Go shower, James.
And put on something nice.
[He'll gladly spoil James, but--
They're going somewhere with taste.]
❤
right... how nice we talking here?( not that bucky doesn't have taste, but his taste does lean more toward the leather jackets and jeans aesthetic, in the off chance zemo was expecting something more upper class. )
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timeanalyst; tlfn
Of course. A vital part of brunch, aren't they?
I do hope you enjoy bacon.
thank you :)
Course I do!! The crispier the better. :)
So where are we headed? Unless you’re planning on cooking for me?
I mean I could cook too if I had to but the whole novelty of brunch is going out and looking your best and having someone else take care of it.
no problem at all!
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waytodie; tfln
Ah, well...
If not, perhaps if I offered to bring you with me to shop for replacement vodka?
9 million yrs later - no pressure, feel free to drop!
I’ll take it.
also late!! feel free to do the same!
endof_theline ; tfln
Surely you aren't surprised.
I'm a very charming man.
Ty for moving it!
no problem!
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decohere; tfln
Please... I would rather see you when I'm at my most charming. Not dripping blood on your floors.
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but i might be a little offended you didn't let me in on the fun.
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agentfourteen ; tfln
Ah, I was retrieving a few very important documents.
I'm normally not so careless, but I missed dodging a knife.
podchinyatsya; tfln
[Oh, James...]
Well, not if anyone notices me, I'm certain.
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con crunch kicked my ass, but Dragon Con here i come