'So, our first move is grand theft auto?' Sam asked as the four of them moved into a bigger room. Classic cars ran down the room in two lines, most in prime condition, but some in need of a little TLC. 

'These are mine,' Zemo told him, opening a car door to pull a few items from within. 'Collected by family over the generations. I spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the serum, because once it's out there, someone can create an army of people... like the Avengers.' 

It was clear to Clara that Sam was keeping an extremely close eye on Zemo, not taking his sights off of him as he pulled a duffel bag from the back seat of a beaten up motor. She was, too; standing well back from him and letting them take the lead on this one.

'I ended the Winter Soldier program once before,' Zemo continued. 'I have no intention to leave my work unfinished. To do this, we'll have to scale a ladder of lowlifes.'

'Well, join the party,' Sam said. 'We've already started.'

'The first stop is a woman named Selby. Mid-level fence I still have a line on.' Zemo walked away from them, heading towards the garage exit. 'From there, we climb.' 

Sam and Bucky watched as Zemo strode away, not once looking back for them. 'You sure this is a good call?' Sam asked the other man. 

'It's our best bet at stopping them, Sam,' he told him. 

'Bucky,' Clara looked up at him shaking her head, still not quite grasping his thought process. 'You realise you broke a man out of prison who's main goal in life is to stop anyone with inhuman abilities from, I don't know, I guess, living?'

Bucky looked down at her, folding his arms. 'He won't try anything, not when he's so desperate to stop the Super Soldier Serum getting out.' 

'Oh, did he tell you that?' Clara's voice trembled slightly when she spoke, as much as she tried to hide it. She had only learnt about who Zemo was the night before, but Sam's words had been enough to have her fearing what he was capable of. 'If he told you that, I'll definitely take his word for it. Why wouldn't I believe him? I can't think of a single reason why-'

'We won't let him try anything, okay?' Sam looked down to Clara, seeing the anxiety in her expression. 'We're not going to give him an inch.'

Clara's brow was furrowed with a deep concern, if - or when Zemo discovers what she's capable of, what will he do? And more importantly, what would Clara be willing to do to stop him? After everything she had set aside to reach this point, after all she was risking and all she was planning to do, just how far would she go to stop those trying to stop her?

'Come on,' Bucky urged her on, patting her lightly on her upper back in what Clara assumed he thought was a reassuring gesture.

Reluctantly, she followed, staying a few steps behind them, a growing feeling that a disaster was quickly approaching.

For the most part, they walked in silence to yet another airport, Zemo leading them across the expanse of the open ground to a small, white private jet. 'So, all this time you've been rich?' 

'I'm a Baron, Sam,' Zemo said, as if it should be obvious. 'My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country.'

He didn't let the statement linger before greeting the man standing at the bottom of the steps, the old butler looking happy to see the Baron. They spoke in Sokovian, a language Clara hadn't yet learnt. After a few words were exchanged, Zemo gestured for Bucky, Sam, and Clara to follow him onto the jet. 

Sam and Bucky sat on one side of the cabin, Zemo on the other along the aisle from Sam. That left one seat for Clara, opposite Zemo and beside Bucky. She sat, the nervous glances she was giving between Sam and Zemo not going unnoticed by either of them. 

They sat quietly as the plane rose and levelled out just above the clouds. 'Apologies if it's a little warm,' the butler, Oeznik said, passing a tall glass of champagne to Zemo. 'The fridge is out. But I will see if there is some good food in the galley.'

As the old man turn to head back the way he came, Zemo spoke again in his native tongue, Oeznik laughing at his words. 'It's good to have you back, Sir,' he chuckled softly. 

'You don't know what it's like to be locked in a cell,' Zemo commented, before adding to his statement. 'Oh, that's right, you do.' He looked down at an open book in his hands, eyes skimming the words within.

'Why don't you tell us about where we're going?' Sam suggested, wanting to get to the reason Bucky got him out of prison in the first place.

'I'm sorry,' Zemo waved him off slightly, his focus on a book he held rather than the three of them. 'I was just fascinated by this. I don't know what to call it, but this part seems to be important.' He lifted a small notepad out from within the book, revealing the hidden item to the group. 'Who is Nakajima?'

Bucky sprang from his chair, and his hand wrapped around Zemo's throat in less than a second, and the little red notepad snatched from his hands. Clara stared wide-eyed at the sudden movement, and she sat up a little straighter as Bucky threatened the man, her and Sam both ready to intervene if anything got out of hand. Though, Clara wasn't sure what she would do when she wasn't planning on using her powers in front of the Baron - let alone to help him.

'You touch that again, I'll kill you,' Bucky growled. He let his words hang in the air for a few moments before releasing his grip on the man's neck, lowering himself back into his seat. Sam visibly relaxed back into his chair, too. 

Zemo nodded once, and as he spoke again he sounded genuinely apologetic. 'I'm sorry. I understand that list of names; they're people you've wronged as the Winter Soldier.'

Clara looked across at Bucky as he slipped the notepad into an inner pocket of his jacket, his expression set hard with a scowl. 'Don't push it,' Bucky warned him, and Clara could hear the anger in his voice.

'I've seen that book,' Sam said. 'It was Steve's when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man, and he wrote it in that book. You hear it? What'd you think?'

'I like '40s music, so...' Bucky shrugged. 

Clara watched Sam, and listened to the way he spoke to Bucky. Naturally charismatic and caring, he knew exactly what to say to bring the other man out from behind the carefully constructed wall that Bucky had built to shelter behind. 

That being said, Sam looked greatly offended at the admission. 'You didn't like it?'

'I liked it,' Bucky shrugged again, a little timidly. 

'It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive,' Zemo told him. 'It captures the African-American experience.'

Sam looked from Bucky, to Zemo, then back to Bucky. 'He's out of line, but he's right. It's great. everybody loves Marvin Gaye.'

'I like Marvin Gaye,' Bucky said, now seeming a tad defensive. 

'Steve adored Marvin Gaye.'

'You must have really looked up to Steve,' Zemo observed. 'But I realised something when I met him. The danger with people like him, America's Super Soldiers, is that we put them on pedestals.'

'Watch your step, Zemo,' Sam said, taking his turn to warn the man of the path he was headed down. 

'They become symbols... Icons,' he continued. 'Then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die, movements are formed, wars are fought.' He looked to Bucky. 'You remember that, right? As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull? No. That's why we're going to Madripoor.'

'What's up with Madripoor?' Sam asked. 'You guys talk about it like it's Skull Island.' 

'It's an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago,' Bucky explained. 'It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s.'

'It's kept its lawless ways,' Zemo added. 'But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.'

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