Baron Zemo

Washington D.C….

Zemo stared out the window of the limousine. He took a deep breath as he prepared himself. He was going to have to be happy, he needed to play a part. He had Otto looking into the ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent that he saw at that meeting. While he was waiting for the reports he needed to speak to Secretary Ross. Which was where he was heading to at the moment. He tried to be the part he needed to be. The limousine pulled up to the Capital building. It was still being repaired. Zemo admired what Niko was able to do, he was proud of the crazy fool. But, what he had planned, would cause a much more lasting mark.

He walked up the steps and he was welcomed by Ross's assistant, he smiled as he was taken to him. He had to give it to Ross, he was observant, a good motivator to play the part well. He walked into a half put together office. Ross was standing at the window, his hands at his side.

"Good to see you Mark." Ross said.

"Likewise." Zemo said. "May I sit?" he asked.

Ross gave him a nod as he went to sit in his own chair. Zemo got comfortable, he sighed. "Have you given what I offered more thought?"

"I have." Ross grabbed a large stack of bonded paper. "Interesting reading."

"I would hope so, it may help your, vigilante problem."

"Only a few have called them that."

Zemo smiled, as kind of a smile he could manage. "You and I both know where you lie on that spectrum."

"So, how will the Sokovia Accords help us regulate?"

"Well, all the Avengers and future heroes will be registered and can only be given the go by the United Nations."

"And if they decide to not listen?"

"Oh, then they get arrested and given a choice of spending the rest of their lives in prison, or living like a normal person."

"What kind of prison?" Ross asked.

"Don't play dumb, you know the perfect facility."

Ross nodded, Zemo knew all about the RAFT. The underwater facility that could very well hold Captain America and his friends. He would give anything to see Steve Rogers behind bars in such a place. Ross coughed as he leaned forward. "Well, I agree with it, but it'll take time to get everyone on board."

"I'm patient Mr. Secretary. I can wait, I'm sure it will succeed in the end."

Ross nodded as he watched Zemo leave. Zemo was walking down the steps of the Capital building toward the limousine. Otto was standing there, he opened the door for him. Zemo ducked and climbed into the limousine, Otto followed, closing the door with a metallic clap. "How'd, it go?" He asked.

Zemo smiled. "He was eating out of my hand; the plan is in place. Now I just have to wait. And while I was doing that, what did you find out about our ex-S.H.E.I.L.D. Agent?"

"Well, she lives alone, and she's in New York."

"Why was she at that meeting?"

"She was an undercover operative."

"I knew that."

"No, not for S.H.E.I.L.D. For the Dark Ocean Society."

Zemo smiled at that. "Interesting, well I need to meet this lady. I can assume you'll arrange it."

"As soon as possible."

"Also, did you send the package?"

"Just like you said."

"Good." Zemo said as he looked out the window. "Very good."

Wanda

She grunted as she lifted everything in the training room. Her hands moved over her chest and she pushed out sideways as everything began to lift off the ground. Her hands began to shake, she could feel the strain, her head began to hurt. She felt an icy jolt of pain to her forehead and she dropped her hands. Sending all the objects to the ground with heavy thuds. She exclaimed in a mixture of pain and annoyance.

She heard the sudden clamping of boots just as she felt who it was. She turned to see her brother. Pietro cut his hair, it was short now. She wasn't sure if she liked it. "It's you." She said, gathering her breath.

Pietro walked forward. "Are you alright?" he asked, his eyes giving off a sad puppy look. Wanda nodded. "I'm fine, it's just…ever since the Stark Tower. Whenever I try to lift anything that's strenuous. I…" She struggled to find the words. Giving up on the endeavor she sighed. "I can't do it."

"You're over thinking, your powers come from here." He pointed at her head. "But, the strength is from the heart."

Wanda stared at him. "Did you really just say that?"

"What?" Pietro asked. Wanda chuckled. "That is so cliché."

"And you struggling with your powers isn't?"

Wanda paused and inclined her head in agreement. "Touché."

"Well, I'll leave you to it. I have to go running, the bossy blonde said so."

"His name is Steve, and he's a friend. Try to be nice."

Pietro gave her a wimpy wave and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Wanda stood there and found herself to be alone. She put her hands together and brought them to her stomach. She took a deep breath and she closed her eyes. She put her hands up, ready to try again. "He's right you know."

Wanda gasped and opened her eyes. She didn't feel Bucky standing there, he was blocking his emotions. The idea of what that would feel like made her stomach clench up and made her feel sick. "I didn't think you'd show up." She jested.

Bucky smiled, Wanda felt a blip of feeling. At least she knew the smile was real. "And miss out on Steve ordering everyone around? Never."

"So, my brother is right. For once."

"About the overthinking part."

Wanda nodded. "So, any helpful tips?"

"Not really." Bucky said, walking around her. She watched him as he casually walked in a circle. "Great." She said softly as she lifted her hands. The red aura formed around her fingers and she found every object in the room. She suddenly grabbed Bucky and lifted him off the floor. He exclaimed in a sound that she never thought she'd hear come out of him. "Hey, okay. Um…can you put me down?"

Wanda looked at him, he was floating in mid-air, and he was turning away from her. "Wanda." He said.

"Ask nicely." She said.

Bucky sighed. "Can you put me down? Please?"

Wanda smiled and set him down softly, he took a few steps forward and let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

"Was I overthinking?"

"No, um…good job."

Wanda nodded, she looked around. "Strange, usually everyone is here by now."

Bucky surveyed the training room as well. "I know."

Wanda could feel Bucky loosening up a little. She wasn't sure what to call his sudden release of emotions. Bucky rubbed his eyes. "Well, how about we work on that levitating everything off the ground stunt?"

"Stunt?" Wanda exclaimed. Bucky smirked. "Touchy, aren't you?"

"Fine, so what great advise are you going to bestow upon me?"

Wanda regarded the next few minutes as insightful, and amusing. Bucky didn't give her any advice, but he just about made her side burst from the things he was saying. She didn't know Bucky was funny, it wasn't a thing she ever say him doing when she first met him. Even months ago, he had just lost Hill. She had to guess that even he himself didn't know he could laugh like that. There was still no one in the training room and she felt observingly odd being there alone with Bucky. She felt drawn to him in a way, more out of curiosity than attractiveness. Although, she did like how he looked, but the cards weren't on the table. She felt no inclination that Bucky wanted anything to do with a relationship. Even as she payed close attention to when his emotions would suddenly rise and she could feel him, the emotion was usually amusement, so the laughing was real.

She felt a sudden hollowness though, like in the end the laughter meant nothing to him. Although relieving, it didn't heal or mend the wound at all, but merely covered it up. So, she knew what this all was, just talk, and laughing, but no real advancement. She was okay with that, she could at least make the time they talked enjoyable for the moment. Maybe in the end leaving behind some impression, for him to remember fondly.

It wasn't long till everyone had filed into the training room. Wanda spent the rest of the time doing her best at deflecting oncoming objects. She disintegrated a bullet, first time she ever did that. Otherwise she didn't speak to Bucky again. Even after training, she had looked for him, but didn't find him. She tried searching out for him, but felt nothing. He was gone.

Bucky

He had been spending more and more time here lately. Bucky looked around at all the other gravestones. His eyes moved back toward the one in front of him. He read the name: Maria Hill. A breath escaped him as he thought that his name should be on there. But he knew she wanted him to stay safe, so his name is nowhere to be seen. Bucky hated staring at the headstone. He wanted to be dead with her, then they could have put his name on it. Everyone else would have to deal with it. He heard Niko's laugh as he remembered the bullet tearing through her chest. He put his hands into fists, his biotic hand making a soft wiring as he squeezed tightly. He took a deep breath. His eyes filling with tears as he saw her eyes. Full of life, then suddenly dead, nothing behind them.

He softened his hands and he shuddered, he wiped his eyes and thought about himself. He didn't know who he was. S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes. Those names were him, but not him. At least not now, he wasn't sure what his purpose was now. He needed to find it again, but whenever he thought of Maria, it's so hard to even think of tomorrow. He wanted to be back in the past, at least there, she was there.

The wind swept up and lightly touched his face, he took a breath and looked up at the sun. It shined brightly down upon him. He took off his hat and dropped it to the ground. He closed his eyes and his lips trembled as he fell to his knees and silently sobbed into his hands.

Steve

The Facility was quiet for once. He was holding a book in his hands, he was alone in the lounge. He found it interesting that even though there was a lounge, no one ever spent a lot of time in it. So, it was a good place to read, plus it would take a little longer to find him. He wasn't one for not doing his duties, but sometimes he'd rather not look at a pile of files to go through. He hated his office.

He got through a couple of chapters when he felt hands touch his shoulders. His eyes came away from the page and he smiled as he recognized her touch. He lowered the book onto his lap, keeping his place with his finger a sit sat there almost closed. He put his head back and was met with the soft ends of Natasha's hair. She was looking down at him lovingly. He was the only one that got to see that face. He smiled at her, she leaned down and gave him a kiss. Steve sighed as he felt her soft lips on his. He inclined his head slightly and pressed into the kiss. Natasha hummed in delight as he reached up and rubbed her head. Their lips came apart and she sighed. "Rogers, are you reading?"

"Yes, it's a good book."

"Shouldn't you be in your office?" she asked with a teasing smirk.

"Well, I should. But, then again, I am the boss. So, if I want to read, I can."

"True." She said softly. "And you know what you can also do?" She asked.

"Hmm?" He rubbed her head softly, his fingers becoming lost in her hair. Her eyes closed and she sighed in delight as she felt his touch. "You can take me anywhere."

"Where'd you want to go?"

"Not somewhere." Natasha said.

Steve frowned, not quite getting what she meant, then it hit him. "Oh." He gave her a sly look. "Here?"

"Why not?"

"Natasha Romanoff." He said.

"Hmm?"

"Your request is granted."

She smiled and he she felt his arms grab her and pull her over the couch and laid her along the rest of it. Natasha laid on her back and watched him closely as he began to kiss her stomach. Her hands went through his hair as he lightly bit the waist of her pants. She moaned as his hands moved up her body and grabbed her breasts. Her eyes closed and she put her head back and moaned loudly as his lips touched her navel. She didn't care if anyone heard, they could just avoid the lounge. Also, she thought it was her right to let the world know how good Steve made her feel. He didn't seem to care either.

Steve stood and he pulled off his shirt, revealing his chiseled body. She stared at him suggestively, her eyes peering over every inch of him. He pushed down his pants and she saw that he was indeed excited. She could feel the sudden jolt in her groin, she was wet. She began to unbuckle her pants when Steve launched forward and kissed her. She stopped as he moved her hands back and pressed them back against the couch. Not allowing her to use them. "I want to undress you." He said in her ear as he kissed down her neck.

Natasha gave a nod as he pulled her shirt off. Natasha watched him toss it aside and he unclipped her bra and tore it away. She felt the air touch her nipples and they reacted the sudden change in temperature. Steve put his mouth on them and he kissed them. She felt his lips go over every inch of them. She laughed as it tickled slightly. Steve smirked as he dragged his tongue across her nipples, which made her back arch upward. She moaned and put her head back as she felt his lips go further down her stomach, making her feel the sudden release of her belt and pants. She lifted her legs as he pulled them off her. He kept her legs together and he pushed them forward and he put his mouth on her panty covered vulva. She gasped as his tongue pressed lightly into her.

Steve loved hearing her moan, he pulled her panties up and off her legs and he grabbed himself and he put himself at her entrance. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, he could feel how warm she was and how wet. Natasha looked at him, he smiled. "Want me inside?" he asked.

Why did he even have to ask, her hips shifted, making him press into her slightly. He gritted his teeth in desire as he nodded and put himself inside her. They both moaned loudly as they felt one another. Natasha let out a long breath as she held him tightly within her. Steve swallowed as he could feel her gripping him. They looked at each other, their eyes meeting. Steve leaned forward and placed his hand on her face. Natasha moved her hands up his back and then rested them on his buttocks.

Steve took a shuddering breath and he began to move. She gasped as he continued, she pulled on his buttocks, taking him as deep as she could. She didn't know where he began and she herself ended. Everything was warm, her heart was thumping rapidly and her eyes stared into his as he continued moving within her. She pulled on him again, want all of him inside her. Steve kissed her neck as he felt her body against his. His mind in complete bliss, his heart leaping as he felt himself getting closer and closer.

Natasha moaned as she felt him getting harder. She wanted him all inside her, everything. Her mind briefly thought about how she wanted a baby. Her mind thought about what their child would look like if they could have one. The thought made her sad, but she just held him tighter as he came undone. She felt him giving her all of him, and she wanted it. Steve let out a long breath and he lightly kissed her forehead as he laid against her. Natasha hugged him tightly, never wanting to let him go.

He was pulling up his pants as he heard it. Sam's voice yelled from the hall. "Cap!"

Steve quickly, threw on his shirt and he walked toward the hall. Natasha was quickly pulled her pants back on, she could feel his cum still inside her as she stood. She shifted slightly as it made her shiver. "What is it?" Steve asked.

Sam showed no indication if he heard what had just happened. "Come on, it's all over TV."

Sam ran down the hallway, leaving Steve and Natasha standing there at the entrance of the lounge. Steve looked to Natasha. "What is going on?"

Bucky

He had noticed someone following him an hour ago. But he didn't know who it was, no reason for him to let them know the jig was up. He walked calmly along the sidewalk of Queens. He didn't walk enough, he'd spent the past few years flying around to the next spot to kill or defend someone. He had already walked through Brooklyn, some of it looked familiar, and other parts…not at all. He wondered if Steve felt the same as he did when he walked down the streets they grew up on. Did he feel the same emptiness, the same lack of recognition? Or was it just him?

He glanced back and he saw the one following him again. A hoodie blocked his view of their face in the small window of time he could look without giving it away. He took a deep breath, the air even felt different. He crossed the street, seeing if that would give them away. It didn't. Bucky decided that the game was over, he walked in between two buildings and waited. He looked around for any means of concealing himself. He saw a fire escape just above him. He smirked and he jumped and sunk his metal fingers into the brick. He hung there stably, he flung himself up the rest of the way using all the strength his biotic arm could give him. His real hand grabbed the railing of the fires escape, he pulled himself over without much effort. His boots barley made the metal of the fire escape rattle.

He watched the alley below as the hooded figure walked into it. Their head look around, then they paused. Bucky leapt down and he landed behind them and he yanked them around and lifted them up by the throat with his biotic arm and slammed them into the brick wall. "Who are you!" He snapped as he yanked the hood away. Wanda held onto his metal forearm as she felt his fingers choking her. Bucky's eyes widened and he let go of her. Wanda's feet touched the ground, but they didn't keep her upright. She collapsed to the ground and coughed for air as her airway was opened as quickly as it had been closed.

Bucky knelt down and he reached forward, Wanda jerked away from him. His hands froze and he watched as Wanda began to calm down, she still continued to cough. "What are you doing here?" Bucky asked.

Wanda's eyes closed and she groaned. "I came…" her voice was hoarse. "Something's happened." She finally said after coughing heavily. "What's happened?" Bucky asked.

The Diner was empty, it was quiet too. They sat in a booth, Facing one another. Wanda had a mug of coffee in front of her. Bucky didn't have anything. He eyed those remaining closely, he didn't see them as being much of a threat. With two being old men, one the waitress, and another a kid on a laptop. Wanda was shaking her knee furiously as her hands held the mug of coffee, feeling the warmth. "I'm sorry." Bucky said after a while.

Wanda looked up, "It's okay, I know you didn't mean to." Her voice wasn't as hoarse, but she still sounded like she had a sore throat and was losing her voice. "So, what happened?" Bucky asked.

Wanda sighed and took a long swig of coffee. "It's all over the news."

Bucky glanced up at the TV and he saw the breaking news. Apparently, the Winter Soldier was the war hero James Buchannan Barnes. Bucky felt his entire body tense up with shock. He frowned. "How?"

"Someone gave the Daily Bugle a file."

"Of me." Bucky said and he shook his head. "This isn't good."

Wanda looked at him, her eyes soft and worried. "What are you going to do?"

Bucky needed to ask himself that question, he knew he couldn't stay at the Facility, Secretary Ross would be sure to find him there. His opinion of Steve already being thin. He needed to leave, but he didn't know where he would go. Wanda shifted slightly, "Steve wants to back."

Bucky nodded. "Sure, I'll figure it out there."

Wanda watched him closely, he made sure not to give anything away. He knew she could feel emotions. "So, did you come here on foot?" Bucky asked, wondering how she got there.

"I took a car, it's a few blocks from here."

"Okay, lead the way."

Wanda nodded, Bucky quickly tossed some cash out onto the table. He usually didn't have money, but the past few months have given him an opportunity to get some from Stark, who didn't know he had. He followed Wanda to the car, he glanced back a few times to make sure no one else was following them. He got into the car, he wasn't allowed to drive. They were on the road when Wanda spoke again. "Got a place you can use for a safe house?"

"No, the Hydra ones are probably in the hands of Zemo about now."

"Who's Zemo?"

"His family was part of the old guard, the original Hydra. There's no real link to him and Hydra, but I bet he's in on it."

"When did you know about this?"

"Almost a year now, Fury was going to have me spy on him. But then Belova."

"We're almost there, we can hide you."

"And have treason hung over your heads, absolutely not."

Wanda looked at him, her eyes unmoving. "You've already decided what you're going to do haven't you?"

Bucky wasn't really going to say anything till he talked to Steve, but he saw no harm in Wanda knowing. "I have a friend, in Austria. I'll go there, stay out of sight."

"You're not going to go after who leaked the file?"

Bucky shook his head. "For all we know it could be a guy with a computer who found some old files. There are a lot on me, almost every country in the UN has one on me."

"You're lucky you stayed hidden for as long as you did."

"Tell me about it."

They came to the Facility, Wanda pulled the car into the garage, it was beginning to rain. Bucky popped the door open as Wanda put it in park. He got out of the car and Steve and Natasha were already waiting for them. Bucky didn't have to move far, Steve was already walking toward him. "Sorry about this Buck."

"Me too."

Natasha stood next to Steve, her head coming to his shoulder. "We have a place for you to stay, till we get this figured out."

Bucky sighed. "I'm not letting you guys hide me. If Ross found out, he'd accuse you all of treason, which you would be guilty of."

"I'm already guilty of that." Natasha said.

Steve and Bucky both chuckled. "Not what I meant, and you know it. This time they'll lock you away, and then execute you." Natasha didn't say anything. Steve bit his lower lip slightly. "I can't let Ross take you."

"He won't, I already have a place in mind."

"Where?" Steve asked.

"If you knew, it would be bad. Better if you didn't."

Steve put his hands on his side and let out a stern breath. He nodded. "Understood, when do you leave?"

"Tonight, maybe sooner."

"Okay, Ross will probably come by."

"I can hide for one evening; besides he'll be to focused on yelling at you."

"Thanks." Steve said.

Steve and Natasha headed back up, leaving Bucky and Wanda in the garage. He turned to find Wanda rushing toward him. "If it was going to be bad to know where you're going, why did you tell me?" she whispered harshly.

"Don't know, I was going to tell them. But, thought against it."

"So now if I get interrogated…"

"Wanda, you'll be fine. Besides, why would they think you'd know where I was. They don't even know that I know you, they'll think it's all on Steve."

"And that doesn't worry you, he's your friend."

"Don't worry, Steve is actually good at keeping secrets, as long as they don't involve himself."

Wanda sighed. "Okay, well. I still don't like that you told me. Could have just said that to me. I wouldn't have pressed."

Bucky looked at her as she breathed heavily, he noticed how her chest moved. The rising and falling as her lungs expanded. Her lips shifted into a small smile. "Why are you staring at me?" she asked.

"What?" Bucky asked. Wanda raised her eyebrows. "You're staring at me." Bucky sighed, flustered. "Sorry, off in my thoughts."

Wanda blinked and nodded. "Okay, see you in a bit."

Bucky nodded and he watched her walk away. He felt his heart flutter as her hips swayed as she walked. Bucky swallowed and turned around. He closed his eyes and sighed. He shook his head at his thoughts and their scandalous ideas of Wanda. And how she would look out of those jeans. Bucky rubbed his eyes. Hill's face coming to mind, he closed his eyes. He got back in the car and put the seat back. He needed to sleep, he planned on leaving that night.

Bucky dreamed as he laid there. He opened his eyes, he was lying in bed. He felt a hand on his arm, he looked to see Hill. She was lying next to him in a night gown. Her long brown hair hugged her face, covering her shoulders. Her lips turned into a smile. "Dirty boy."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I think it's cute."

Bucky pulled her on top of him. She kissed his chest softly. "It's only been a few months." Bucky said.

"Your brain is looking for a rebound."

"Not Wanda." Bucky said, closing his eyes. Hill looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. He opened them. "Maybe more than a rebound." Hill said softly. "I'm not there to keep you warm."

"I love you."

"I loved you too. But, I'm dead."

"I'm not over you, not by a long shot."

"Me either, but…I don't have to worry about that, now do I?"

Bucky sighed and Hill kissed his chin. "It's okay. I'm happy you at least like someone. I know you won't be alone."

"I'm not going after Wanda."

"Why not?" Hill asked. "Is she so bad, her legs, her curves. Her breasts, her lips."

Bucky looked at Hill, "are you mocking me?"

Hill's smile faded. "Why not? I did only die a couple months ago, and now you want to screw someone else already."

Bucky sighed, his heart hurt. Hill stared down at him. "You love being inside me." She suddenly put him inside her. Bucky moaned as she took him. She moved on top of him. She kissed him furiously and she held onto him tightly as he moved within her. "Oh, God." Bucky said, looking at Hill. "That's right, feel me. How warm, how wet. How I squeeze you." Bucky moaned as Hill put her hand on his throat. "How I ride you." Bucky felt her thighs smacking against his hips as she rose and came down on him. Bucky closed his eyes and he felt himself getting close. "Maria, I'm gonna…"

"Go on, come in me."

Bucky opened his eyes and Wanda was riding him, not Hill. Her hands were holding onto him. "Bucky." Wanda moaned as he thrusted into her. Her hair hung low, and her breasts were in his face. Bucky laid there, not knowing what to do as Wanda took him in her. Bucky could feel himself getting closer as Wanda rode him. His mind went wild on how she felt, he she might feel. He opened his mouth and Wanda smiled as she came. Bucky felt himself climax, he put everything he had into her. He looked to his right and Hill was lying there, watching, blood running out of her mouth, her back blown out from the bullet that killed her. Her red teeth smiled. "Is she so bad?" She coughed and blood poured out of her mouth. Bucky reached out to her and Wanda grabbed his face and turned his gaze to her. "I love how you feel, oh you're ready to go again."

Bucky bolted upright and almost hit his head on the roof of the car. He was breathing hard and his heart was hammering. He put his hand on his chest as he felt like he was going to have a panic attack. Bucky took a deep breath and groaned. "Oh, God." He shook his head and laid back down. He was sweating, he rubbed his eyes. He took a long breath and he couldn't go back to sleep. He laid there for a long time, staring at the ceiling of the car. He shuddered as he saw Hill coughing up blood again. His mind went back to Wanda, he shook his head. Not wanting to think of Wanda. But he couldn't stop, he did like Wanda, but it wasn't love. It was an unbridled lust. Bucky sat up, he needed to get his things together, he needed to leave.

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