#zemo fics

pairing: helmut zemo x reader

tags: possessive behavior (from zemo), jealousy (also from zemo), bucky (because yes), rushed ending oof

note: Sugar by Maroon 5 was playing on the radio and I was inspired! | lyrics I chose (aka my fave): “I want that red velvet / I want that sugar sweet / Don't let nobody touch it unless that somebody's me” (this is a short one because this honestly kicked my ass oof)

Zemo spotted your dancing figure from across the bar; throwing his head back, he downed his beverage and slammed it back down on the counter.

His eyes narrowed when he noticed Bucky's hands wander over your body, pausing for a brief moment to squeeze your waist and bring you closer against him.

Why did he agree to accompany you to this boisterous club, when you weren't even giving him any attention?

He couldn't hear your flirtatious giggles over the music, but he noticed that you found whatever Bucky said to you hilarious, with the way you tilted your head and batted your eyelashes up at him, as you gave him a smile that can bring the strongest to their knees.

His hands curled into themselves, blunt nails digging deep to leave crescent moons. It should've been your nails to leave its mark, yet instead, they were leaving a trail down Bucky's vibranium arm—silently exploring what's hidden underneath the tight fitted shirt.

Bucky could feel Zemo's piercing stare over your shoulder— met his gaze with a cocky smirk before he bent down to whisper in your ear.

“Doll, I think your plan is working. He's shooting daggers at me,” Bucky murmured.

The air was thick, the scent of expensive whiskey permeating the air as she stood behind her keeper.

Selby was not someone one you messed with, not unless you had a death wish on your mind. She would turn anyway away who seemed unworthy of her time.

Many men had tried to end her life, no had been successful. They were much too cocky, boasting about how easy it would be to murder her. How foolish these men could be.

“There’s someone asking to see you, should I send him up?” Laurence was one of Selby’s many lackies, doing her business when she saw fit.

“Hmm, who's asking for me?” She ran gentle fingers along the silk robe she wore, growing bored with the conversation.

He shifted on his feet for a brief second, eyes locking onto her own.

“Helmut Zemo, madame.”

The words left her stunned, when had he managed to escape from prison? Actually, was she willing to risk her neck for another wanted man? Maybe.

“Yes, send him up please.” Selby grinned, snapping her fingers to call the woman behind her, sliding the empty glass beside her towards the young woman.

She stepped forward, taking the glass before it could crash onto the ground. Selby didn’t care whether a simple glass broke on the floor, Laurence would buy more anyway.

Laurence nodded once, leaving back down the stairs that lead into the bar. Zemo would have a lot to explain, first and foremost how he was there. It wasn’t often he showed his face in Madripoor, more often than not he chose to lay low, away from prying eyes.

Zemo walked into the room, flanked by the Winter Soldier, and the Smiling Tiger.

“My, my, what a pleasant surprise you have for me.” Her grin was malicious, eyes never betraying a single emotion. “Darling, would you make our guests a drink, I’m sure they are quite parched.”

Zemo’s eyes locked on the other woman, heart stopping as he noticed who stood before him. The woman he thought he’d lost so many years ago.

Spoilers: around episodes 1x03 and 1x04.