I'm not sure when I fell asleep, but apparently I did since I'm walking up on the couch.

I can hear Helmut singing softly, and the quiet sizzle of something being cooked on the stove.

I listen to him sing, fully content with staying on the couch just to listen. He stops singing and start to hum.

I lay there, just listening, until the need to pee makes itself known.

I get up from the couch, stretching with a groan as I head to the bathroom.

"Well hello there, Sleeping Beauty," Zemo glances at me with a smile, "feel better now that you've slept he whole day away?"

"Mmhm," I nod as he comes up and hugs me. He's not wearing a shirt, so I can feel his chest beneath my fingertips.

He kisses the tip of my nose and I feel butterflies flutter in my stomach.

"You are going to stay awake for dinner right?" He asks teasingly.

"Nope," I smile up at him, "I'm gonna go back to sleep."

He makes a face of mock shock and offense.

"After I slaved away making it for you," he pulls me closer, "how rude."

He begins to tickle my sides and I let out a squeal of laughter. The laughing makes me need to pee more.

"Oh my god oh my god stop stop," I say within my laughing, "I gotta pee!"

He laughs and stops while kissing my forehead.

"Then go pee," he chuckles while letting me go so I can get to the bathroom.

I quickly run in and close the door.

Helmut's POV
I turn back on the food still chuckling a bit.

God I love her.

Of course I can't say it out loud, she might disappear the moment I do.
The thought knocks my smile off my face.

She could just be gone at anytime. Ripped out of my hand, my life, my heart, and I won't be able to do anything about it.

"ABOUT GOD DAMN TIME!"

Her shout brings me out of my head.

She comes out of the bathroom with her arms in the air and a big smile and mine becomes anew.

"What?" I chuckle.

"Satan's waterfall is over!"

I laugh and she comes to me and tells me to turn around. I do so, moving the food off the burner and turning to stove off as I do. Her hands are one my shoulders and I feel her jump, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I catch her legs under her thighs and hoist her up a bit to the can wrap her arms around my neck and sit comfortably. I notice that my hands grasp her warm skin.
She didn't put her pants on.

"Where to, m'lady?" I asks making her giggle.

She starts to play with the fabric of my shirt as she rests her chin on my shoulder.

"The bedroom," she breathes against my ear, sending a shiver through me. Her tone is lower than it normally is, darker almost.

"As you wish," I turn and head for the stairs.

I slow as I ascend to our bedroom.

"God you're so heavy," I joke.

"Jerk," she giggles, slapping my chest gently.

I laugh and give her thigh a small squeeze. She pulls herself against my back more, burrowing her head into the crock of my neck. I can hear her inhale deeply then exhale, her warm breath fanning my neck. I close my eyes briefly, suppressing a groan.

God this woman is intoxicating.

I reach the bedroom, turning around and falling back on the bed so that I lay on top her.

She erupts with laughter.

"Oh my god!" She squeals, "get up you tub of lard!"

"Oh my bad," I chuckle as I roll over, propping myself on my knees and my right elbow, "I forgot you were there."

I use my left hand to tickle her side making her squirm and squeal with laughter.

"OH MY GOD STOP!" She laughs, "MY STOMACH HURTS FROM LAUGHING!"

I stop and we both continue to laugh. The laughter slowly ebbs away as she looks up at me. I finally realized our position. I'm between her legs and her knees are up, our faces only inches apart.

I feel her small hands on my stomach before the slowly slide up to my chest and over my shoulders.

My hand goes along her thigh, up and down slowly as goosebumps form on her beautiful skin.

"Helmut?"

"Yes, my love?"

"I'm scared," she breathes.

"What are you scared of?" My brow furrows.

"I want you," she whispers, "but I know I'm going to lose you."

Her eyes start to shine with tears as she gazes into mine.

"But what if you don't?" I say without thinking, "what if you don't go back? What if you aren't meant to go back?"

I'm not sure if I'm trying to convince her or myself.

"That's impossible, Helmut."

"But what if it's not?" I cup her face, "what if this is both of our's second chance?"

"I-"

"Don't dwell on what we don't know," I lean closer, pressing a slow, soft kiss on her lips, "dwell on what we can control now."

She's silent for a moment before she slowly pulls me closer again, connecting our lips.

"I want you," her voice quavers, "but you're not even real."

"But I am," I squeeze her hip, "you can feel my touch," I press a kiss to her lips, "taste my lips, hear my voice, see my face. I am real y/n."

"But this is a story," her tears begin to fall, "you are a fictional character, I am a real person, from the real world, who's going to have to go back to that real world eventually. And I don't want to be stuck broken hearted and dead inside when I do. It's already going to kill me to go back. I don't want any more reasons for it to hurt more than I already know it will."

"Y/n-"

"I love you God damn it," she sobs, "but I know I can't keep you. So stop. Stop being so nice. Stop being so loving and caring. Stop making me love you more."

She shifts out from under me and rolls away.

"Y/n I-"

"Just go, Zemo," she curls into herself, "leave me alone."

I can feel my heart break as I fight back the burning in my eye.

I get up from the bed and turn for the door. I glance back at her one last time before leaving, closing the door behind me. I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen.

What was with her sudden change? Why is she pushing me away again?

I stand facing the counter full of flower vases, food and cups. I lean on my hands, my composure finally snapping as I begin to cry.

I let out a shout as I knock everything off the counter. The food splatters and the vases and cups shatter as they hit the hard wood floor.

Why did I think I could be happy again? Why did I think this would work? Why am I such an idiot?

Y/n's POV
I listen as the door closes and he walks down the steps, trying to hold on the sobs that try to escape.

It hurts.

It hurts knowing that I hurt him.

It hurts knowing that I'm giving up the best thing that's ever happened to me.

It hurts.

I hear him shout and glass shatter before I hear his sobs.

And that's the straw that breaks the camel's back.

My sobs force their way out of me and I cover my mouth to stifel them.

I want him.

Every part.

But I can't have him.

And knowing that hurts the most.

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*Holds out a tissue*
I'm sorry