I sit at the bar, not feeling even up to drinking.

Three years.
That's how long ago I let him go.

Steve was everything I wanted. I escaped Hydra to come home to him. He promised that he would always love me.

But that was a lie.

I remember coming home and seeing him with someone else.

They were laughing as the snow fell around them. He turned to her, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her. The street lights made everything around them sparkle. It was the perfect romantic picture.
I just wish it had been me.

I walked away, leaving the ring he had given me on the park bench.

If he could move on, so could I.

Now here I am.
Alone.

Someone sits at the other end of the bar, grumbling their order to the bar tender.

I glance over and immediately recognize him.

Helmut Zemo.

The man that tore the Avengers apart from the inside out.

I smirk.
I should thank him for ruining their team, their stability, their lives.

He must have felt me staring because he looks over at me.

Our eyes lock for a few seconds before he looks away as the tender hands him his drink. I look away as well as the tender come to me.

"Another round?" He gestures to my glass.

"Yep," I slide the glass to him for him to refill.

I watch as the scotch fill my glass and thank him as he walks away before taking another drink.

It burns going down but I love it as it helps everything else go numb, even if I can't get drunk anymore.

A few minutes pass and I can feel a set of eyes on me. I look down to Zemo and sure enough, there he is staring back at me.

I watch as he takes a drink his eyes never leaving me.

I look away again with a smirk as I take another drink.

A few more minutes pass and the bar tender seta shot in front of me.

"From the man at the end," he smirks, "along with an invitation to join him."

I look to Zemo again with a smirk before taking the shot and getting up from my seat.

I make my way to the other end of the bar and sit next to the handsomely dressed "bad guy".

"What can I do for you, Baron?" I use his royal title, letting it roll off my tongue.

"So you are aware of who I am," he smirks leaning a bit closer to me.

"Very much so," I grin, "you ruined the Avengers, for which I must commend you."

He raises a brow.

"You have no clue who I am," I giggle then lean in and whisper, "I was the almost-Mrs. Rogers."

"Ah," he gives a knowing smile, "so you're the one the captain was looking for for a whole three months before he found a shiny new toy."

"Indeed I am," I grin, "so again I must commend you for your work, and thank you. I quite enjoyed watching them tear each other apart."

He grins back at me and downs the rest of his drink.

"It was my pleasure, darling," he sets the empty glass down and leans against the bar with one arm, turning almost fully to me.

"So what do I owe the pleasure of your company to?" I ask curiously.

His grin turns mischievous and he leans in more.

"Perhaps your beauty," he whispers, "or my own curiosity. Perhaps even a bit if both."

My grin matches his as I too lean closer.

"I do believe I should properly thank you for all your marvelous work," I whisper back.

"Indeed."

His hand is on my thigh, slowly making it's way up as his lips ghost mine.

Excitement bubbles inside of me.

The door to the bar opens and I immediately recognize the sound of the laughter.

Steve.

Both mine and Zemo's heads turn to sound.

Steve, Sam, Natasha, James, and Clint all head to a back booth laughing along the way.

"Well there goes the night," I mutter.

"Not quite."

Zemo's breath brushes my ear before I feel soft lips connect with the skin just below it.

I hum in enjoyment.

I notice Steve's head turn our way and his smile faulters just before my eyes flutter shut as Zemo's lips travel down my neck.

He nips at my skin as his hand creeps further up my thigh and he other hand goes to the back of my neck, pulling me closer.

"I got my revenge," he says softly against my throat, "so why don't we let you have yours, Darling?"

The grin on my lips widens and I bite my lip as he sucks on the sweet spot of my neck.

He suddenly stops and pulls away just a bit.

"Can I help you?"

I open my eyes and see a pissed Steve standing in front of us, his eyes burning into mine.

I can't help the smirk that etches itself onto my face.

"Well hi Steve. Long time no see. How's the team?"

"Do you know who this is?" He asks ignoring my snide question.

I look at Zemo who hasn't removed his hands from me, then back at Steve.

"Baron. Helmut. Zemo."

I draw out each word, stressing that fact that I know exactly who this man is and what he's done.

Zemo chuckles a bit as I feel his lips ghost against my neck again.

"Leaving her to rot wasn't a good idea, Captain," he says against my skin, "perhaps you should have looked harder for her," he looks at Steve, "then maybe you would be in my spot right now."

Steve reaches for him but I grab his arm before he can touch Zemo, pushing it back at him as I stand.

"What the hell, y/n," he grits out at me, "this man has done so many bad thing, hurt so many innocent people, and you're sitting here defending him?"

"Yes, Steve," I spit, "cuz I've done a hell of a lot worse thanks to you and your precious team stopping your search for me."

He looks at me stunned.

"Four years, Steve. I was stuck there for four years, and no one came for me," I feel tears build up, "I finally escape and try to come home and I find you with someone else. So yes. I'd much rather be with Zemo, than with you."

I feel Zemo's hands on my waist as he kisses my shoulder, helping me prove my point, as Steve stares at me in shock.

"Let's go, darling," he let's the name drip from his lips, watching the way, Steve's eyes light up with anger.

He tries to swing at him but I move Zemo out of the way, and take the punch myself. My head roughy turns to the left with the impact before I turn it back to Steve. His eyes are wide as he looks back at me.

I lift my leg and kick him in the stomach, sending him flying back into the booth he had been sitting in.

James and Natasha jump to their feet.

"Y/n?" Natasha looks at me, pity in her eyes.

I turn away and make my way back to Zemo, making sure they all see.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him deeply as his hands pull my waist closer to his.

We pull away, out foreheads still touching as we both look at the group with a grin. They stare back at up, eyes wide and jaws slack.

"Let's go," I say to Zemo, turning my attention back to him.

He puts some money on the bar and we walk out the door, his arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me against him.

He hails a cab and we get in quickly. He tells the drive the name of a hotel and his lips quickly attack my neck again.

"That was absolutely brilliant," he says between kisses and nips.

"I'm glad you liked it," I giggle as his lips venture lower.

We pull up to the hotel and Zemo pays the drive as we exit to vehicle.

He pulls me into the building by my hand and quickly head for the elevator.

He pushes me against the wall the moment the doors close and we starts our ascent to the 15th floor.

His lips crash harshly against mine, exploring every inch of my mouth with his tongue. He tastes like vodka and I absolutely love it as his hand roam my body.

His lips move to my jaw and neck and my eyes peek open just a bit, finding a camera.

"You know I've always wondered," I begin breathlessly.

"Wondered what, Darling?" He continues to work on my neck.

"With how many people not doubt do far more than this in the elevator," I moan escaped me, "do you think the people watching the security cameras have things set aside to use?"

He looks at me with a bit of a confused expression as I grin. I nod towards the camera in the corner of the compartment.

He looks then looks back at me, mirroring my grin.

"Well I guess we shouldn't disappoint now should we, Darling?"

He lifts me up and wraps my legs around he's waist as his lips reconnect with mine.

I giggle a bit before his hips rock into mine making me moan.

The door opens and he carries me to a room near by and unlocks it quickly, closing it behind him with his foot.

He tosses me down on the bed, keeping himself between my legs.

"God you're so fucking beautiful."

He pulls my shirt up and over my head and makes quick work of my bra.

He wastes no time in attacking my breast with his tongue and teeth, making me a moaning mess.

"Mmm, fuck," I moan, arching into him.

He moves further down my body, pulling my pants down as he does so. He catches the fabric of my panties between his teeth and pulls them to my knees before sliding them off the rest of the way with his hands.

He come back up to my lips and I can hear the slickness of my core as he inserts a finger.

I moan into the kiss as he adds another finger and pumps them into me.

I pull his shirt up and he obliges, removing his lips from mine and his fingers from my core so that I can remove the garment.

I whine a bit at the loss of his fingers, and he chuckles down at me.

"So perfectly needy," he gets up and removes the rest of his clothing them settles between my legs again, pulling my hips close to him as he grinds his length against my aching core.

I grind against him as well, small whines leaving me as I need more than just friction.

He halts my movements by holding my hips firmly to the mattress as a smirk plays on his lips. I whine again and try to move my hips but he doesn't let me.

"Tell me what you want, Darling," he says grinding against me slowly, groaning in pleasure as he does.

"Please," I whine.

"Please what, Darling?" He grins down at me, stopping his movements completely.

"Please fuck me," I say looking him dead in the eye, "Baron."

I can see his eyes ignite with total lust and passion before he slams his length into me.

I cry out in pleasure, throwing my head back as he thrusts into me.

"Fuck!" I moan loudly, gripping the sheets beside me.

"God damn you're so tight," he moans pounding into me.

His quickens his pace as he leans in, sucking and biting at my neck as I claw at his back.

I find myself biting down on his shoulder as he slams his length into me again and again, driving deeper each time.

Everything from the last seven years feels like it melts away with each thrust.

HYDRA.
Steve.
The Avengers.

All of it.

All that's left is Zemo.

He hits just the right spot, making my eyes roll back and my jaw go slack as I moan.

He looks at me and hits it again, watching as my body arches more.

"Seems I found something, Darling," he says against my temple as he hits it again.

"Oh fuck," I nearly scream.

He rubs my clit harshly as he traps my hands above me.

My legs shake with all the stimulation as I clench around his length.

"You want to cum, Darling?"

I nod vigorously.

He freezes completely.

"Beg."

I look at him in shock.

"Beg for it."

He smirks down at me.

I whine and try to move my hips but he holds them still with his large hand.

"No," he coos, "I said beg."

"Please," I plea, looking him in his eyes.

"You can do better than that," he slowly rubs my sensitive bud.

"Please, Helmut, make me cum." I try to squirm a bit but can't.

"Say it how you said it to Steve in the bar," he leans in, saying it in my ear.

"What?" I'm not sure what he means.

"My name."

He slowly pulls out and pushes back in making me shiver.

"Baron."

He does it again, hitting the spot again.

"Helmut."

Again, harder this time, making a strangled moan leave me as I clench around him again.

"Zemo."

Again, both of us moaning lowly.

Be begins drilling into me again, rubbing my clit as he does.

I clench around him again as he buries his face into my neck, his breath painting my skin in goosebumps.

"Cum for me, Darling," he grunts out as I feel his length twitch inside of me.

He thrusts and rubs me faster, sending me over the edge as I squirt onto him.

"Oh fucking shit," he moans out as he releases too, riding out both of our highs.

He pulls out once he finishes and looks to where we had been connected with a chuckle.

He sits back into his feet and looks at the mess, before looking at where I had bit him, breathing heavily. He chuckles at the bite, then looks back down between us.

"Well I didn't see that one coming," he chuckles again then grins down at me.

My face goes red and I cover it with one of the many pillows.

I can feel him lean down before he begins kissing up my stomach and chest, stopping to nip at one of my still peeking breasts before continuing up my neck.

He removes the pillow and I quickly cover my face with my hands.

"What are you embarrassed about?" He laughs trying to pull my hands away.

"I've never..."

I still refuse to move my hands.

I feel him re-enter me quickly and I moan out as one of my hands grip the sheet beside me, the other gripping at his bicep.

He kisses me tenderly before pulling back and looking me in the eyes.

"Well I'm glad to be the first to make you do so," he smiles and leans back in for another kiss, "and possibly the last?"

I nod with a smile and kiss him back.

"Good," he says into the kiss, giving me another thrust.

I giggle as we begin another round and continue until early hours of the morning.

~

I wake up wrapped in Helmut's arms and can't help but smile.

I quietly escape from the bed and go to the bathroom, to quickly relieve myself.

I look in the mirror once I finish what I need to do.

My neck, shoulders and breast are covered in hickeys and bite marks.

I love it.

The bathroom door opens and Helmut leans against he door frame to look at me in the reflection of the mirror.

"Good morning, Darling," he greets me with the a smile.

I smile back at him before turning to face him.

"What now?" I ask as he comes closer trapping me between his arms.

"Hmmmm not sure," he says with I grin, "I was thinking maybe Paris."

I smile widely, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Paris sounds perfect."

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