We eat in silence, sitting opposite each other at the table. Zemo made eggs, toast, bacon and hash browns.

Every now and then I look up from my plate to find him already looking at me. He did finally put a shirt on, allowing me to focus on creating comprehensive sentence in my head.

I finish and get up from the table to wash off my plate. I can hear Zemo get up from his seat and make his way to the kitchen slowly. He stands right behind me as he puts his plate gently into the sink before resting his hands on the rim of it, arms on either side of me, trapping me in place with my back to him.

His warm breath hits my neck sending a shiver down my spine as I try to focus on cleaning the dishes.

"You know," he says in a low voice, "there is a machine for that."

"Yeah," I try to keep my voice even, "but it's a waste of water since there aren't that many dishes."

"True," he brushes all my hair to my left shoulder and ghosts his lips along the newly exposed skin, "or are you just trying to keep yourself busy, so I can't tempt you?"

"Just conserving water," my breath hitches at the end when he bites at my neck softly.

He hums against my skin as his hands find my waist.

"I swear if you don't put on some pants, I'm going to end up losing it," he growls into my neck, pressing his body into me. I can feel his erection against my ass.

I gasp, dropping the dishes into the sink.

"Let me go so I can," my voice is shakey, and the hate myself for it.

He lets me go with a grunt and I run upstairs, slamming the door behind me.

I breathe hard, trying to focus.

What the fuck is going on?!
Why is he acting like this?!

Fantasies are one thing, but him actually trying to fuck me is going to make me lose my god damn mind.

And I know I can't fuck him. He's a god damn movie characters for fucks sake.

I push off the door and head for the dresser, searching for some pants. I find a pair of grey sweatpants and I large t-shirt.

I pull off the sweater and pause for a second before taking off my underwear too. They need to be cleaned after last night's..... events.

The thought of it makes butterflies erupt in my stomach again.

The door suddenly opens harshly and I let out a scream as I try to cover myself.

Zemo stands in the door way, hand still on the handle looking at me.

I use the t-shirt to cover as much as I can as I hold it in front of my body, still showing a lot more skin than I would like.

"There's this thing called knocking!" I yell at him.

He says nothing and continues to stare at me.

"Get the fuck out!" I yell again.

He snaps out of whatever trance he was in and meets my eyes.

"No."

"WHAT?! GET OUT! IM NAKED!"

He holds up my phone, his expression stern.

Oh shit.
I left it on the couch.

"You, Darling, have some explaining to do."

I nod, my entire body shaking.

"Can you shut the door so I can get dressed?"

He eyes me.

"I'm not going to try and run or anything, I promise."

"You have two minutes."

He slams the door, making me jump.

My heart pounds as I quickly pull on the sweatpants, rolling them a few time to make them fit, and shirt, gathering up all my dirty clothes afterwards.

I cautiously walk down the stairs, finding Zemo waiting angrily at the bottom of them.

"Is there a washing machine?" I breathe.

"Under the stairs," his voice is harsh, a complete 180 from not half an hour ago and last night.

I scurry past him and find the washer and dryer beneath the stairs like he said. I quickly toss in my clothes and start it before turning back to Zemo who now leans against the counter, my phone set beside him.

"Unlock it," he orders.

I take slow, cautious steps towards him, scared that he might pounce at me and any second.

I pick my phone up with shaking hands and turn it on.

The screen lights up with text message notifications from Milo.

'hey girly! You'll never guess what I'm working on!'

'a new fanfic!'

'a Zemo one! Just for you!'

'i hope you can get really "emersed" in it ;)'

I look at Zemo who still hasn't taken his eyes off me.

"Unlock it," he says through clenched teeth, "now."

I swallow and look back down at my phone.

Fuck you Milo.
Of all the times, why now?

I unlock it and Zemo quickly snatches it out of my hands. He stands there going through it his eyes never leaving the screen.

God please save me.

There is so much stuff on my phone that I don't want him seeing.

My pictures, my texts, Wattpad!

Oh god I'm just gonna kill myself.

My face burns constantly as I stare at the back of my phone, praying that I can just make it combust in his hand.

The silence stretches on forever as he continues to search my phone, his expression never changing.

He turns the phone to me after an eternity with a picture of me cosplaying as him.

"Why is it that you have so many pictures of me and books with my name on them?"

"Cuz uh well cuz," I take a deep breath a speak quickly, " cuz you're a movie character played by an actor named Daniel Brühl and I'm a big fan and I've read all the comics and watched every movie and show that the MCU has made and I go to comic con which is where that picture is from, from the year I decided to cosplay as you. I designed the costume myself. And I read fan fictions that people write which is why there are books with you name on them."

I run out of air and am about to take another breath to continue but Zemo holds up his hand telling me to stop.

"One more time," he says, I can read the confusion on his face, "maybe slower this time."

I sigh.

Well this will be fun.

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Hey!! Second hand embarrassment anyone? Hope you guys like it!!
Thank you for the reads and votes!!
Love y'all!!

~Milo💜