Chapter 15: Tryna Love Me, But They Never Get A Pulse Down

AN: I'm back! I had to take a break for school but mostly to plan out the rest of this story. I'm back on track now and excited for what is to come! Side note: I'm assuming you all have seen the show and can fill in the blanks when I skim over things. The Flag Smashers in particular. If you haven't don't worry, this is mostly a love story and everything should still make sense!

Summary: Trying to talk Karli down doesn't go as planned. Because when does it ever?

Warnings: Bucky in that black t-shirt. You've been warned.

Title Song: Heartless by The Weeknd

Chanel was chewing a hole through her cheek as the group walked to the displacement camp. She was overanalyzing every interaction she had with Bucky the day before. Why had she stayed the night?

Why had the sex been so good?

Why did she feel so calm around him?

Fuck, this isn't good.

Zemo looked back at her with a sly smile on his face. A drunk memory of her sitting at his feet, practically begging him to fuck her, flashed in her mind, and she almost laughed.

Yes! Zemo!

I can't be in love with Bucky when I'm clearly barely restraining myself from riding Zemo into next week.

Ha! Stupid, Sam. Thinks he's so smart.

And really, why haven't I slept with Zemo yet?

Oh right, Sam wouldn't like it.

Ugh, who cares? Maybe a change in scenery is what I need.

Besides, Bucky did say he wasn't going to pressure me anymore...he should be fine. Right?

She looked up at Bucky, and he was already staring at her, a boyish smile on his lips.

She returned it in reflex, feeling her heart pick up speed.

Sam shot her another googly eye look, and Chanel rolled her eyes at him.

He's going to be so goddamn annoying about this. Does he want me to strangle him?

Walker's voice boomed behind them, "Karli Morgentheau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit!"

Sam slightly frowned in annoyance. "Fantastic," he mumbled under his breath.

Zemo's jaw tightened as he watched the star-spangled man approach their group.

"How'd you find us this time, Walker?" Bucky yelled as he stepped in front of the group protectively.

"This time?" Chanel whispered to Sam.

"They tracked Redwing before, but Karli destroyed him."

Bucky rolled his eyes. "I think you mean it. It wasn't a real bird."

Before Sam could reply, Walker was upon them. Chanel studied him while he talked to Sam and Bucky. This was her first time seeing him up close and personal. He was tall, taller than Bucky. He tried to hold his body with authority, but he just reeked of desperation, even with the new suit.

I don't remember Steve carrying a gun...

He reminded her of a cop, not a hero. The way his judgy little eyes scanned over them as if he was looking for his probable cause.

Lemar stood dutifully by his side, not saying anything but nodding along with whatever Walker said. Chanel didn't fully understand what his role was.

Steve never had a sidekick either.

I wonder if they're actually friends or if the government just needed a token Black guy to make Walker look better.

She interrupted their argument, "what exactly is your role here?" She asked Lemar.

"Me?" Lemar looked at her, then at John.

"Yeah, what are you? His sidekick?"

"I prefer partner. I'm Battle—" Lemar looked hesitantly at Bucky and then down at his feet. "You can call me Lemar." He held out his hand to Chanel.

"Hi, Lemar. I'm Chanel," she smiled at him as she shook his hand.

Walker shoved his big hand into her space. "Walker. You can call me Cap."

Chanel took a step back, looking at his hand with amusement. "I'd rather not," she said with a grin.

Walker faltered, trying to ignore the anger that was creeping up his spine. He heard Zemo snicker and his jaw twitched.

"And who exactly are you?" His eyes raked down her body, looking at her for the first time.

It was apparent to Bucky that Chanel wouldn't answer him, and Walker wouldn't drop it. "She's with us; that's all you need to know. Mind your eyes."

Walker's eyes snapped up from where they had been trained on Chanel's chest and glared at Bucky.

"I know where Karli is. I suggest we keep moving," Zemo turned on his heel to continue on toward the memorial.

"Wait, wait, wait," Walker huffed in annoyance before stepping in front of Zemo. "Where is she?"

When Chanel saw Walker's hand press into Zemo's chest, stopping him and blocking his path, she almost gasped out loud at the audacity.

She could hear Bucky's leather glove crunch as he balled his hand into a fist.

Wow, Bucky hates Walker that much?

Both her and Bucky smirked as Zemo pushed Walker's hand off of him like it was nothing more than an annoying fly buzzing in his ear. The way Zemo's hand lingered on Walker's arm for just a second too long was easily the most patronizing gesture Chanel had ever seen.

Chanel couldn't help herself; she snickered and turned to Walker. "That is how you hold yourself with confidence. You should take notes."

Walker's mouth hung open as she walked away from him, quickly joining Zemo's side. The rest of the group followed, pushing past Walker as well.

"You do have a knack for antagonizing people," Zemo whispered to Chanel.

Chanel grinned, "it comes naturally, same as you."

Lemar could see the anger on Walker's face as the quartet walked away from them. He placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey man, be cool. We're all friends here, and we've got a job to do."

Walker nodded stiffly and followed behind the group.

"Is that really necessary?" Chanel tried to stop Walker from handcuffing Zemo to a boiler door, but Bucky held her back, shaking his head when she started to protest.

"Aggressive. But I get it," Zemo said, shrugging at Chanel.

Walker started to make his way toward where the memorial was being held, but Lemar held him back.

"Hang on, John. Sam has a point. If there's a chance of him talking her down, we gotta take it, man."

Walker hesitated, looking between Lemar and Sam. Finally, he nodded his head once and stood down. "You have 10 minutes, Sam, and then we're doing things my way."

Chanel rolled her eyes and leaned against the boiler next to Zemo. "Okay, super cop," she muttered under her breath.

Zemo snorted, "I'm certainly glad I didn't end up on your bad side when we met."

"There's still time," she teased.

Chanel felt a presence behind her and looked over her shoulder to find Lemar timidly standing there. She offered him a smile, and he came closer.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but I'm curious who you are. Are you—" his eyes darted back and forth between her and Zemo.

"I'm a friend of Sam's. We served in the Air Force together. You were in the army, right?"

Lemar nodded with a smile, pleased that she knew about him.

"So, how is superhero life treating you?"

"It's not bad. John has to do all the hard work, talking to politicians and stuff; I just get to tag along for the fun stuff."

"And yet, you seem like the level-headed one. You weren't offered the shield?"

Lemar laughed awkwardly, "no, no, it's always just been John."

"Typical. Why is he twitching like that?" Chanel lifted her chin in Walker's direction.

He was pacing back and forth, alternating between looking at the clock and glaring at Bucky, who was blocking his path to the memorial. It had barely been 5 minutes, and he was already losing it.

Lemar frowned and went to talk to John, trying to calm him down.

"You really shouldn't do that," Zemo whispered to Chanel.

"Do what?"

He rolled his eyes. "The poor boy is already infatuated with you."

"He might be useful. And you just told me not to antagonize everyone."

"Fair."

"Oh for fuckssake. What is his problem now?" Chanel rocked her jaw back and forth as she watched Walker get in Bucky's face.

"It hasn't been 10 minutes yet, John. Just sit tight." Bucky calmly put his hand up, stopping Walker from advancing.

"Don't do that. Don't patronize me."

"He knows what he's doing."

Walker twitched again, taking a step toward Bucky. "This must be real easy for you, isn't it? All that serum running through your veins."

Chanel left Zemo's side, pushing her way past Walker so she could stand next to Bucky.

"He said Sam knows what he's doing. This may be our only shot to get the serum and get her to stand down. Don't fuck it up."

Walker glared at her for a second and then returned his stare to Bucky as if she wasn't there.

"Barnes, your partner needs back up in there. Do you really want his blood on your hands?"

Bucky caught Chanel's wrist before she could raise it to punch Walker in the face. He looked at her, and she knew immediately he was going to give in. Bucky pulled her to the side, and Walker sneered at her as he walked past. Lemar gave her an apologetic look as he followed.

"I promised you I wouldn't let anything happen to Sam. Stay with Zemo." Bucky kissed her hand before letting her go to chase after Walker.

"Wait!"

Bucky stopped abruptly, turning back to her.

"Just-you be careful too, okay?"

Bucky nodded, not able to keep the slight hint of a smile off of his lips before he turned away again.

"They're going to let her get away." Zemo was desperately trying to take his handcuffs off.

Chanel responded to the urgency in Zemo's voice and quickly rejoined his side. She removed the handcuffs with a key she had taken off Walker.

"What should we do? I don't want to hurt anyone."

Zemo sighed and placed both of his hands on her shoulders. "Draga, they may not give us a choice. We both know what will happen if a fight starts. Sam would rather die himself than go for the kill."

Chanel searched his face, her teeth cutting into her cheek.

I shouldn't.

I should wait for Sam. For Bucky.

"Do you trust me, draga?"

Zemo held out his gloved hand, waiting patiently on her response.

She sighed and took it. She never had another choice.

"Zemo, slow down!" Chanel whispered. "You're not checking your 6's."

He didn't care, he was on the hunt, and he was determined to be successful.

He busted through another door, and Chanel hurried to catch up when she heard several gunshots ring out.

Shit!

She hurried through the door and saw Zemo smashing vials of super-soldier serum that were littered across the floor.

As she descended the stairs with her gun drawn, she caught a glimpse of Karli's red hair. She was crouched down behind a large table.

"Zemo, are you okay?"

Zemo didn't answer, continuing to smash vials of serum.

"Karli? Are you hurt?"

Karli looked over the top of the table.

Chanel held her hands up. "My name's Chanel; I'm a friend of Sam's. We just want to talk to you."

Karli laughed, "I already fell for that with Sam."

Zemo fired his gun in her direction again, and Karli ducked back behind the table with a scream.

"Zemo! You're not helping!" Chanel yelled at him.

He turned to her with a wicked smile on his face and held out his hand. She looked at it with confusion.

"I know you have it. I saw Stephan give it to you. You're going to do the right thing, aren't you?"

Chanel stared at him wide-eyed. "You—how?"

Zemo rolled his eyes, losing his patience. "Come on, hand it over."

Chanel shakily reached into her bag and pulled out the vial of serum that Stephan had given her.

Zemo took it from her and sat it on the table. "I was very impressed when you refused to take it."

Chanel caught sight of Karli's red hair again as Karli quickly stood up. "Stephan?! You're with him?!"

"No, no, I'm not, I swear—Zemo, wait!" Chanel pushed Zemo's wrist as he fired his gun in Karli's direction again.

Walker's shield came sailing through the air and smacked into Zemo's temple, and he collapsed to the floor, knocked out cold.

"Holy shit," Chanel dropped to her knees next to Zemo's head. She was barely conscious of Karli making a run for it.

"Zemo? Helmut, can you hear me?" Her shaky hand pushed his hair back, and she grimaced at the knot that was already forming on his temple.

Her head snapped up when she heard Walker's laugh. "Don't tell me you're with him. Why are the hot ones always crazy?"

"Hey! What the fuck?!" Walker barely jumped out of the way as Chanel fired her gun in his direction.

"You could have killed him, you psychopath!"

Walker stalked toward her, anger rolling off of his large frame. "You stupid bitch, do you know who I am?!"

Chanel squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to get a handle on her own anger.

"Hey, get away from her!" Bucky pulled Walker back, sending him stumbling back into the wall.

"Are you okay, doll?" Bucky tried to pull her off the floor, but she pushed his hands away.

"I'm fine. Helmut's not. Help me get him up."

"He's fine! She almost shot me!" Walker cried, advancing toward Bucky again.

Sam held him back as Bucky carried Zemo upstairs, and Chanel followed.

"If I wanted to shoot you, I would have. Pig," she spat before ascending the stairs.

Lemar nodded at her as she walked past, mouthing a sorry before joining John at the bottom of the stairs.

In the chaos, she never noticed that the vial of super-soldier serum Zemo left on the table had disappeared.

"Being a little dramatic, aren't we?" Sam grumbled as he handed Chanel another cold towel.

She was sitting on the arm of the couch by Zemo's head. She handed the old towel to Sam and placed the fresh one over Zemo's forehead and eyes.

"Shh, you'll make his headache worse," Chanel whispered.

Sam rolled his eyes at the smirk on Zemo's face.

"Do you need anything else, Helmut?" Chanel smoothed his hair down as she talked.

"No, thank you, draga." He sipped on the scotch she had poured for him. "Did you really try to shoot him?"

Chanel couldn't help the grin that started to spread across her face. "I almost emptied my clip, but if I wanted to hit him, I would have. I'm trying to be better, unlike you."

Zemo shrugged. "You should have at least hit him once."

"As if we needed him hating us more," Sam huffed. "So you destroyed all of the serum, right?"

"As far as I know, it's all gone." Zemo lifted the towel off of his eyes and studied Sam. "Were you ever offered it?"

Sam looked taken aback. "Ha, no. Are you kidding? They couldn't wait to get that shield back; you think they would have offered me the serum?"

Zemo shrugged. "Fair point. If you had been offered it, would you have taken it?"

"No."

"No hesitation, impressive."

Chanel winced when Bucky loudly entered the house, the door slamming closed behind him as his boots stomped through the entryway. She instinctively put the towel back in place over Zemo's eyes and began her soothing petting again.

"Something's not right about Walker," Bucky announced.

Chanel looked up to shush him but her breath caught in her throat as she watched Bucky rip his jacket off. The frustration was evident on his face; he looked ready to punch someone, and Chanel assumed that someone was Walker.

She wanted to be concerned about his mental state, but she couldn't stop ogling him. Bucky rarely wore short-sleeved shirts, and the black one he had on now was at least one size, if not two, too small. She could see the outline of his abs under the thin fabric. Have his arms been that big this whole time?

Her movements froze as she gawked at him approaching her.

"You don't say," Sam snickered.

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

"Can't argue with that."

"You shouldn't have given him the shield."

Sam's face dropped. "I didn't give it to him."

"Well, Steve sure didn't." Bucky dropped a paper bag on Zemo's chest and then knelt down by Chanel, ignoring Sam's glare. "Are you okay?" His eyes swept over her body. "I swear to god if he touched you—"

"I'm fine, Buck," Chanel whispered, stroking Bucky's cheek appreciatively. "Zemo's the one that got knocked out." Chanel moved her hand back to Zemo's head and resumed her soothing movements again.

Zemo nuzzled into her touch like a spoiled cat.

"Yes, how could we forget?" Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Thank you for the medication, James." Zemo pulled a pill bottle out of the bag Bucky had given him and popped two in his mouth.

Bucky stood up and took his scotch away. "You shouldn't be drinking," he mumbled before kissing Chanel on the forehead and going to the kitchen.

Zemo peeked from underneath his towel to see what had drawn Chanel's attention away from him, yet again. Her hand was frozen against the side of his head, and her gaze was trained in Bucky's direction, watching the vein in his arm pulse as he poured scotch into a glass.

Zemo sat up, equally distracted. "And by the way, James, you're not crazy."

That caught Chanel's attention, and she turned to look at Zemo, catching his gaze lingering on Bucky as well.

"I think we need to take you to a doctor. You're acting crazy."

"Thanks, Helmut." Bucky was still deciding which name he preferred. Helmut didn't sound right to him, but Zemo seemed to like it; he perked up when the name slipped off Bucky's tongue. "Good work destroying the serum. Though next time, could you try not to shoot anyone?"

Chanel slid onto the couch cushion next to Zemo and crossed her arms.

Something is not right here.

Bucky came back over to the couch and took the bag back from Zemo, rummaging through it. He pulled out various medical supplies and told Zemo to stand up.

Zemo obeyed, a little too quickly, and followed Bucky over to the large windows.

Chanel twisted in her seat to watch them. Bucky put an ointment on a cotton ball and then pushed Zemo's hair back. He gently dabbed the cotton ball on Zemo's forehead before applying a bandage over the wound.

Chanel turned to Sam, who was watching them just as intently.

"What the fuck is happening?" She whispered to Sam.

Sam's only answer was a noncommittal shrug of his shoulders.

Chanel narrowed her eyes in suspicion and turned back toward the window.

"There, that should help. No more alcohol. Do you want some tea?" Bucky asked Zemo.

"I already made him some," Chanel snapped. She didn't know why she was irritated, but it showed in her voice.

Zemo shook his head no to please Chanel.

Bucky gave her an amused glance before turning his attention back to Zemo.

"Okay, well, I got you this too." Bucky pulled one last item from the paper bag, a lavender-scented eye mask. "Let me heat it up real quick."

Zemo stood stock-still by the window while Bucky microwaved the eye mask. Heat was prickling all over his body as blood drained from his head in a rush to his lower extremities.

Get a hold of yourself, Helmut.

Bucky came back, giving Chanel and Sam a confused look; he hadn't realized they were both watching him so closely. The house was dead silent, all eyes on him.

"Here, this should help too."

Zemo snatched the eye mask from Bucky. "Thank you, I'm going to go lay down." Zemo quickly excused himself from the room, which suddenly felt stifling.

"I'll come check on you!" Chanel barely finished her sentence before Zemo had closed his bedroom door.

She looked quizzically at Sam, who abruptly looked away from her, suddenly interested in his computer.

"Sam—" Chanel started.

"Oh um, Torres is calling—I gotta take this. Upstairs." Sam slammed his laptop closed and quickly left.

"What the hell is going on?"

Bucky shrugged, walking back into the kitchen to sip his drink nonchalantly.

Chanel narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms as she approached him in the kitchen.

"You're not going to tell me? I know I missed something the other day."

Bucky avoided her eyes. "You didn't miss anything. Other than us all having the heart to heart you begged for. I thought you wanted me to be nice to him?"

"I wanted you to be nice, not—not whatever the hell that was."

"What? Are you jealous again?" Bucky laughed at her annoyed face. "Do you want a drink?"

Chanel was once again distracted when he poured a drink for her. He was too enticing. It was like he knew she had decided she needed to have sex with someone else. Like he could sense that she was about to stray away.

Okay, maybe I can fuck him one more time.

That wouldn't hurt.

She took the glass from him but sat it on the counter, grabbing his wrist instead and running her hand up his arm.

I mean….my god, who could resist?

She pushed him up against the counter and continued caressing his muscles while she felt his abs and chest with her other hand.

"Bucky."

"Yeah?" Bucky was prepared to continue denying she had missed anything, so he was caught off guard by the next words out of her mouth.

"This is the fucking sluttiest outfit you've ever worn."

He couldn't help but laugh, but he saw she was serious when he looked at her face. Her eyes were lust-blown and hungry. His heart raced as he watched her sink to her knees in front of him, her hands firmly running over his thick thighs.

"Doll—wh—what are you doing?" He grabbed her hands as she started to undo his belt.

"What does it look like?"

"We're in the kitchen. Anyone could walk in."

Chanel raised her eyebrow, not understanding what the problem was. She smiled at the blush covering his neck and spreading to his cheeks. He still hadn't let go of her hands.

"Fine, take me to the bedroom then."

He didn't need to be told twice. Chanel squealed when he hauled her over his shoulder. He slammed the bedroom door closed with his foot and tossed Chanel on the bed. Bucky pounced on her, his lips sucking at every inch of skin he could reach.

He moved lower, lifting her shirt so he could kiss over her stomach; she whined beautifully when he twirled the tip of his tongue over her belly button.

"Gonna make you feel so good, doll," he groaned as he kissed her hips, slowly pulling her jeans off.

"Wait."

Bucky stopped, looking up at her to see what was wrong.

She sat up and pushed his hands away. "This was supposed to be about you; quit distracting me."

She started taking his belt off again, growing more excited as her fingers slowly pulled his zipper down.

"You—you don't have to," he bit back a moan as he watched her, her tongue swiping over her bottom lip.

"I want to. Do you want me to stop?" Chanel looked up at him with worry on her face. Now that she understood more about his past, she was afraid of crossing a line; afraid of stumbling on a landmine of trauma that she didn't know existed.

"I—I just haven't—"

Chanel stood up, caressing his face. "Bucky, tell me what it is. I just want to make you feel good."

His eyes cast down to the floor out of embarrassment. "I've never done this before," he mumbled.

Chanel was confused for a minute before catching on. Trying to hide her surprise, but failing, her mouth popped open in shock. "You mean you've never had a blow job before? Like ever?"

Bucky shook his head, his face heating up again.

"How?!" Chanel slapped her hand over her mouth, kicking herself for reacting so poorly.

Bucky sighed and started to pull his zipper back up; he felt like some kind of weirdo.

"God, I'm sorry; I'm not trying to make you feel bad." Chanel stopped him, holding his hand in hers. "It's just—it doesn't matter," she shook the millions of questions she wanted to ask out of her head. "Do you want to try it?"

Bucky hesitated, she looked so earnest, and god did he want to try it. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it when her lips were sucking bruises on his skin; when her tongue danced around in his mouth. But, since coming back to the world, he had always been more comfortable giving rather than receiving.

Probably because you can't stop punishing yourself, Buck.

"Only if you want to," he finally stammered.

Chanel's eyes lit up again. "Oh, Bucky, you have no idea how much I want to. Take your pants off."

He did what she requested and started to pull his shirt off too.

"Leave your shirt on. I'm not done looking at you in it. Now here, sit down; I don't need you collapsing on me," she teased.

"Confident are we?" Bucky joked nervously as he sat back on the bed.

"I've been told I'm very good at this," she smiled at him as she took her place on the floor in front of him. "Relax. If you don't like something or you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?"

Bucky nodded his agreement; he was growing more desperate by the second. Just her hands on him already felt amazing. When he felt her hair tickle his thigh just before her tongue firmly caressed him from the base all the way up to the tip, he was already chewing into his lip to hold back his moans.

After a few minutes, Chanel tsked at him when she realized he was holding back on her. "Be a good little slut, and let me hear your pretty noises."

She smirked at the look on his face, shocked at what she had said and definitely aroused

"This is what you hoped for when you put that shirt on today, is it not?"

She placed teasing kisses along his shaft between each word, her hand moving oh so slowly over him.

"Please, please stop teasing. Oh—fuck, Chanel."

She only had him halfway in her mouth, and he already sounded wrecked; every sound that came out of his mouth made her feel almost as good as his wicked tongue would have.

Once he thought there was nothing else to experience, that it couldn't possibly get any better, she pulled off of him and worked him with her hands.

"You're doing so good, baby," she cooed.

The praise made him jerk his hips up into her touch.

Fuck. Has she ever called me that before?

"Makes me so wet, hearing how good I make you feel. Think you can take some more, baby?"

Definitely hasn't called me that before; I can't breathe.

"God, yes, please. It feels so fucking good," he whined.

He didn't care how desperate he sounded, not with her. She was his safe space where he could finally let go.

This time she took all of him until his sensitive tip brushed the back of her throat, and the sound he made almost made her come.

She started off slow, enjoying the whimpers he let out every time her nose pressed into his pelvis.

He was gripping the sheets, trying to keep his hips from chasing the blinding pleasure; he didn't know how much longer he could refrain. When she sped up, he let out an almost pained groan.

"Fuck, fuck, god damn, Chanel. I can't—"

His hips acted on their own accord, thrusting up into her mouth. "I'm sorry, shit, it feels too good."

She moaned around him, sending him into another fit of moans and cursing. He felt guilty every time she gagged, but the way her throat squeezed the life out of him made him want to cry.

"Do—does that not h—hurt you?" He gasped out.

She stopped, giving him a much-needed breather. "I like it, and it feels good for me too."

Bucky couldn't help but lean down to kiss her, feeling overwhelmingly grateful. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he whispered against the column of her throat. His fingers traced the sun charm nuzzled in her cleavage.

Chanel's chest burned with desire and something else she couldn't quite place.

How does he make me feel like this without even touching me? I thought it was a fluke yesterday morning. Jesus.

Chanel kissed him once more before pushing his lips away. "I'm not done with you yet, Barnes. Give me your hands."

Bucky placed both of his big hands in hers, and she guided them into her hair.

"Now, I don't usually do this, but I want you to grip my hair and fuck my throat. Okay? Don't hold back on me. If I need you to stop, I'll pinch your thigh. Got it?"

"O—okay." Bucky didn't think he could be any more turned on. But the way she directed him, so matter of factly, sent him over the edge.

He surprised her, he didn't hold back at all, and she was a moaning mess around him. Her hands lovingly caressed his thighs, the feeling of his muscles contracting sent bolts of pleasure through her.

Typically she liked oral sex because it made her feel powerful and in control. There wasn't much hotter than reducing a man or woman to a whimpering mess under her tongue. But with Bucky, she was starting to enjoy just making him feel good. He deserved all of the pleasure in the world, and she wanted to be the one to give it to him.

"Doll—I'm gonna—I can't take any more," he moaned as he pulled her mouth off of him.

"It's okay, Bucky; I wanna taste you. Don't stop."

"Shit, are you sure?"

Chanel moved his hand and gathered her hair into a ponytail. "Hold it like this. Tighter. Good."

Bucky's grip on her hair had her chin tilted up toward him. He bent forward and kissed her jaw, gently scraping his teeth over the skin. "I have to fix something first." He let go of her hair to quickly pull her shirt over her head, appreciatively palming over the red lace that covered her chest. "Better," he huffed as he gripped her hair again.

Chanel smiled, pleased with how he was starting to take control. "Now, if you come in my mouth, I'll be a good girl and swallow it all."

"You are the absolute worst. And I mean that in the best way."

Before she could respond, he stood up and shoved her mouth back down onto him. It didn't take long before his thighs shook under her hands, and his speech became incoherent.

Watching the necklace he had gifted her swing back and forth between her breasts was short-circuiting his brain. She rubbed her hand up over his abs, making him look up at her face. Their feral eyes stayed connected as Bucky shoved his cock as deep as he could and, with a low groan, gave her what she asked for. The feeling of her fingernails digging into his ass as she pulled him deeper into her mouth and the constriction of her throat as she swallowed around him had a new wave of pleasure swirling in his stomach.

"Fuck, doll. Holy shit. That—that—shit." He sat back on the bed and laid down, completely out of breath, but with the biggest smile on his face.

Chanel crawled onto the bed next to him. "So you liked it, huh?" Her smile was almost as big as his.

Fuck, he's pretty when he smiles.

"Don't you get cocky. It was my first time."

Chanel punched him in the arm. "Ass. Don't make it your last."

"Come here." Bucky pulled her down into his chest. "You're amazing. Thank you." He had to bite his tongue to keep from saying more, to keep from confessing his love for her right then and there.

"I still can't believe I'm the first one that got to suck your cock. That's insane."

Bucky shrugged. "I just never had anyone that I was that...vulnerable with. Do you know what I mean?"

Chanel nodded, swallowing hard.

It's just sex. It's just sex.

Keep it light.

"I feel very honored," she teased. "But seriously, you should have told me sooner. I could have been doing this every day. One blowjob for each year you went without one. It's only fair."

"You're ridiculous," Bucky laughed.

"I'm serious! You wouldn't let me hunt down and murder people for you; this is the least you could do."

Bucky snorted. "Doll, I don't think I could survive that."

"I was worried you might have a heart attack, you know because you're so old."

"Here we go again; I thought you were done with that." Bucky pinched her side, making her squirm and giggle.

"Okay, enough, stop being cute. It's my turn. You have me a complete and utter mess."

"Tell me what you want, doll." Bucky held her chin between his fingers, fixing her with a firey smolder.

She could feel his erection pressed against her thigh, making her mouth water.

God, I love this fucking serum.

"I want you to hold on to the headboard so I can watch that god damn vein bulge out of your arm while you fuck me so hard I forget my own name."

Bucky raised his eyebrows. "Oh, is that all?"

Chanel nodded, though she had a moment of doubt, worried that her new focus on his flesh arm would send the wrong message. She ran her hand over his vibranium one before bringing it to her lips and kissing the palm.

"Please, baby?"

Again, Bucky found himself barely containing the "I love you" that was trying to fight its way out of his mouth. He stared at her in awe, wanting nothing more than to give her whatever she asked for.

Just as Bucky was about to move her to the head of the bed, a loud noise made them both jump.

The front door had slammed open and closed.

"Shit," Bucky grumbled as he stood up and quickly put his clothes back on.

"What is it?" Chanel asked, following his lead.

"You're not going to be happy."

Chanel heard him then; Walker's voice echoed through the empty living room, calling for Sam and Bucky.

"I might actually kill him this time," she seethed.

"Come on, the sooner we get rid of him, the sooner I can take care of you."

"Hold on, I look like I just had a dick in my mouth," she huffed as she went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Once she was done, Bucky kissed her a little too passionately and then led her by the hand out of the bedroom.

The yelling had already started. Walker had Zemo's arm twisted behind his back while he argued with Sam.

"He's coming with us!" Walker shouted.

"No, he's not, now let him go," Sam replied as calmly as he could.

Chanel let go of Bucky's hand. Before he could stop her, she had pulled a pen out of her backpack and stalked to Walker's side. He didn't notice her until it was too late. She jumped up onto the ottoman, and with a quick click of the pen, she stabbed it into his neck, making him growl in annoyance.

Lemar moved to get her off of Walker, but Sam shook his head in warning, and Lemar decided to slowly back away.

"Let go of him, now," Chanel commanded.

Walker moved to fling her off of him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. This is a gas injection pen, and I don't think Zemo wants your brains all over his couch."

"What—you fucking crazy—"

"Shut up and let him go."

Walker did what she said, pushing Zemo roughly away from him out of spite.

"Was that so hard? I'm going to take this out of your neck now so you can leave."

She retracted the pen and hopped off the ottoman, immediately going to Zemo's side to rub his arm.

Walker angrily looked between her and the smirks on Bucky's and Sam's faces. "This is what you two have stooped to now? Running with criminal scum! I'm arresting both of them, don't get in the way."

Sam stepped forward, holding Chanel back. "Walker, the only thing you're running in here is your mouth. Now, Zemo actually proved himself useful, unlike you. I had Karli before you busted in."

Walker cracked his neck; he was out of patience. "How do you want the rest of this conversation to go, Sam?" He took a few threatening steps forward, Sam didn't back down. "Should I put down the shield? Make it fair?"

Chanel bit her tongue, hoping Sam would clock him in the face. Bucky was amused; he leaned against the bar with his arms crossed, a smirk on his face. Zemo poured himself a drink and then handed one to Chanel.

"Oh, things are getting good," he whispered to her.

Chanel followed his gaze to the front door; her eyes went wide, a slew of emotions coming over her. Ayo was back, along with several other Dora Milaje. She wanted to be excited, but then she remembered why they were here.

"Release him to us," Ayo demanded, her spear flying through the air, pinning Walker's shield to the wall.

Berlin.

Stephan was brooding. He had been since Chanel had kicked him out of Zemo's house. None of his men dared to speak to him when he was like this.

Manfred had become increasingly concerned. Stephan barely spoke to him. On more than one occasion, Manfred had found Stephan holding something of Chanel's, an article of clothing, a knife, a picture, with a faraway look in his eyes. Manfred wasn't sure if he was reliving old memories or plotting how he would create new ones.

Stephan eventually sent the majority of his small army home. He didn't care about Karli or the serum or the Power Broker. He didn't care about any of it anymore. The only thing he cared about was getting Chanel back.

He tapped his fingers on hid mahogany desk while he watched as the videos he had of Chanel downloaded onto a flash drive. The progress bar slowly ticked along while he contemplated how he should go about this.

Do I kill them, or would it be more satisfying to watch their faces as I take her away?

Stephan played out both scenarios in his head, smiling through both but deriving more pleasure from the second. The slow torture had always been his favorite.