Guys I love Sev

Tw: SELF HARM MENTION

"SEV, COME ON, just put the shirt on," Bucky called out, his patience wearing thin as he stood outside the small bathroom on the plane. Zemo had insisted she change into something more inconspicuous for their trip to Madripoor, which meant no bright blue sweaters or cute skirts.

Sev glared at the short-sleeved shirt in her hands, a scowl etched on her face. "No! I hate it, just let me wear a long sleeve shirt or something!" She protested, staring at the days old scars on her wrists.

Bucky ran a hand through his hair, frustration mounting. "No. Just put it on, it's not forever."

Silence filled the air for a few moments until Bucky gently knocked on the door again. "What's the problem with it?"

"Can I just wear a long sleeve under it?" Sev asked, avoiding his question.

Bucky paused, understanding dawning on him. He thought maybe this was about her burn marks that Irina had inflicted on her. It wasn't about the shirt; it was about what it would reveal. "Sev, if this is about your burn marks—"

"Papa! Please?" She interrupted, her voice tight.

He sighed heavily. "Fine, you can, but—"

"Thanks! Pass me one, please." She cut him off, relief evident in her tone.

Bucky rummaged through her backpack and pulled out a white long sleeve. "Is the white one okay?"

"Sure." She replied, eager to cover up.

She opened the door just a crack, and without looking, Bucky handed the shirt through. Sev quickly put it on and stepped out, the long sleeve peeking out from beneath the short-sleeved shirt. Bucky smiled warmly at her. "You look great."

"Thanks," she mumbled, a small grin tugging at her lips.

As she began to walk away, Bucky gently grabbed her shoulder. She turned back, confusion in her eyes. He sighed, meeting her gaze. "Sev, if this is about your burn marks... I think you're being too hard on yourself."

"Dad—"

"No, seriously," he interrupted, his voice softening. "I don't ever want you to feel uncomfortable in your own skin. Those burns don't define you. You're so much more than that."

Sev's eyes welled up with tears, but she quickly blinked them away, giving him an innocent smile. "I know. I just... I don't want to talk about it right now, okay?"

Bucky nodded, understanding her need for space. "Yeah, okay." He said, letting her walk off. But he kept his eyes on her, the weight of her pain pressing heavily on his heart.

As Sev found her seat, she couldn't help but glance back at her father. She knew he was worried, knew he wanted to help, but some battles had to be fought alone. For now, she was just grateful he understood enough to let her cover up her scars and keep her secrets, even if only for a little while.

SEV LIKED HOW PRETTY Madripoor was. The city's vibrant lights and towering buildings created an almost magical atmosphere. However, Bucky was hesitant about having Sev with him. Zemo's description of their mission made him uneasy, and Sev, dressed like a beacon of sunshine, contrasted sharply with the three men and their dark attire.

Sev was crammed between Bucky and Sam in a black car, her heart pounding with adrenaline. Despite the fear, she couldn't deny the thrill of being on such a high-stakes mission. What she didn't like was seeing her dad revert to the role of the Winter Soldier, a part of his past she wished could stay buried. The masked motorcyclists surrounding them added to her growing unease.

When they pulled up to their destination, a nightclub with pulsating music and throngs of people drinking and dancing, Sev's apprehension grew. She was glad she wasn't wearing her usual bright colors; the sea of black-clad individuals made her feel safer, though the entire place still scared her.

Bucky leaned over, his protective instincts on high alert. "Stay right by me or Sam."

"Mhm," she responded, her eyes darting nervously to the heavily armed guards and obvious drug dealers around them.

Inside, the decor was bizarre, with golden skulls and a massive fish tank adding to the surreal atmosphere. They had to push through a dense crowd to reach the bar, where Zemo took charge.

"Here we are," Zemo said. "готов подчиниться, зимний солдат?" (Ready to comply, Winter Soldier?)

Sev's jaw tightened. She hated when anyone called her dad that. It wasn't him anymore, but she knew it was necessary for the operation.

"Hello, gentlemen. And lady," the burly bartender greeted them. "Wasn't expecting you, Smiling Tiger."

"His plan has changed. We have business with Selby," Zemo replied.

The bartender eyed Sam. "The usual?"

Sam gave a hesitant nod, playing his role. Sev watched in horror as the bartender pulled out a snake and cut it open. She fought to keep her composure.

"Ah, Smiling Tiger, your favorite," Zemo said, his voice dripping with mockery.

Sev glanced at her father, who looked away as the bartender extracted the snake's heart and dropped it into a cup of alcohol. She forced herself to maintain a straight face as the cup was slapped down in front of Sam.

"I love these," Sam said, his voice strained as he lifted the drink.

"Cheers, Conrad," Zemo said to Sam.

Sam took a moment but eventually drank it, his discomfort painfully obvious. Sev nearly laughed at the sight, but managed to keep her composure, though Sam's thumbs-up to the bartender almost made her lose it.

A man approached them, and Bucky, staying in his Winter Soldier persona, subtly moved Sev aside, his grip firm but not harsh. It was a silent reassurance that he was still her protective father, even in this dangerous situation. "I got word from up high. You ain't welcome here," the man said, addressing Zemo with thinly veiled hostility.

"I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me..." Zemo gestured towards Bucky.

"New haircut?" the man sneered at Bucky, who remained silent and stoic, his expression unchanged.

"Or bring Selby for a chat," Zemo continued smoothly. The man glared at Bucky for a moment longer, then turned and walked away, leaving them alone.

As the man walked off, Bucky spoke up, his voice low and steady. "The Power Broker? Really?" His face was a mask of calm, though his eyes betrayed a simmering frustration.

"Every kingdom needs his kind," Zemo replied nonchalantly. "Let's just pray we stay under his radar."

Sam leaned in closer to Zemo, his curiosity piqued. "Do you know him?"

"Only by reputation," Zemo said, his tone casual but wary. "In Madripoor, he is judge, jury, and executioner."

Bucky's sharp eyes noticed a group of men walking towards them, their intentions clear. He subtly pushed Sev towards Sam, who immediately grabbed her arm and pulled her close.

"зимний солдат" (Winter Soldier) Zemo began. "атаковать" (attack).

A man placed a hand on Zemo's shoulder, and in an instant, Bucky was in full Winter Soldier mode. He grabbed the man's hand, twisted it in a way that elicited a sickening crack, and then shoved him away from Zemo with terrifying strength.

Sev gasped as she heard the bone snap, her stomach churning at the brutal efficiency of Bucky's actions. Man after man fell before him, each one dispatched with lethal precision. Sam kept a firm grip on Sev, trying to keep up his own character as well.

"It's alright, Sev," Sam muttered, attempting to comfort her, though his own concern was evident.

"It didn't take much for him to fall back into form," Zemo observed, leaning towards Sam and Sev with a sardonic smile.

"Shut the fuck up, Zemo," Sev muttered, to him. She was so done with him at this point.

Sam chuckled slightly, appreciating Sev's defiance. Zemo chuckled too, but he did shut up, recognizing the tension in the air.

Bucky had one of the men pinned to a table, his eyes blazing with barely restrained fury. The sound of guns cocking filled the room, and Sev's heart skipped a beat. She reached out, placing a hand on Sam's arm, her voice a whisper of fear. "Dad—"

Zemo was quick to interrupt, his voice a low warning. "Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us," he whispered to Sev.

"Молодец, солдат." (Well done, Soldier) Zemo commended, his tone oozing false praise.

Bucky slowly released the choking man, who gasped for breath as he scrambled away. The bartender, looking shaken, stepped forward. "Selby will see you now," he said, his voice tinged with fear.

"Thank you," Zemo replied smoothly.

Sev looked up at her father, concern etched on her face. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, reaching out to take his hand.

Bucky gave her a curt nod, quickly pulling his hand away as he turned and walked off. The rejection stung, but Sev understood.

"YOU SHOULD KNOW, BARON, people don't just come into my bar and make demands," Selby, the woman Sev assumed to be their contact, said with an air of superiority.

"It's not a demand, it's an offer," Zemo replied smoothly, maintaining his calm demeanor.

"A lot has changed since you were here last," Selby retorted, eyeing him suspiciously.

Sev shifted nervously, moving closer to Sam, who was doing his best to maintain his role as 'Smiling Tiger,' a persona he had adopted for this mission.

"By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison," Selby said to Zemo, her eyes narrowing. "How did you escape?"

"People like us always find a way, don't we?" Zemo responded casually. "I'm sure you've already figured out what I'm here for."

Selby pointed a finger at Sam. "You're taller than I'd heard, Smiling Tiger." Sam gave a curt nod in response, maintaining his cover.

Selby purred at Sam, her demeanor unsettling. She then turned her attention to Sev. "And you're a child?"

Zemo was quick to interject. "She's his secretary."

Selby scrutinized Sev, her stare lingering uncomfortably. "A little young to be a secretary."

"She's twenty," Zemo lied smoothly.

"Doesn't look like it," Selby remarked, her gaze still fixed on Sev. "Hmm, pretty."

Sev shifted uneasily, trying to avoid Selby's piercing gaze.

Selby turned back to Zemo. "What's the offer?"

"Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum," Zemo said, standing up and walking towards Bucky, who remained stoic and menacing in his Winter Soldier persona. "And I give you him."

Zemo placed a hand on Bucky's arm. "Along with the code words to control him, of course," he added, his voice dripping with manipulation. Selby's mouth twisted into a pleased smile. "He will do anything you want," Zemo said, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

Sev felt her stomach churn at the prospect of her father being used as a weapon again, or even for worse. She gripped the end of her shirt, trying her hardest to maintain her composure and not blow the operation.

"Now that's the Zemo I remember," Selby said with a satisfied smile. "I'm glad I decided not to kill you immediately."

"Yeah, you were right to come to me," Selby continued. "Arrogant, but right."

Zemo sat back down as Selby continued to speak. "The super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you want to thank, or condemn, depending on what side of this you're on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but things didn't go as planned."

"Is Nagel still in Madripoor?" Zemo asked, his tone serious.

"Oh," Selby said, leaning in and standing up. "The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron."

Sev watched anxiously as Selby walked towards her, continuing to talk. She ruffled Sev's bangs playfully, causing Bucky's hands to twitch in barely restrained anger. "And before you get all cute, don't think you can find Nagel without me," Selby said.

Just then, Sam's phone started to ring, drawing Selby's attention. "Answer it," she said, almost mockingly. "On speaker."

Sev saw Bucky position himself behind Selby, ready to attack if necessary. Sam hesitated but eventually answered the call.

"Hello?"

Selby walked over, running her hands over Sev's shoulders before moving on to Bucky. Sev stiffened at the touch, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Hey, um, we need to talk about this situation," the caller said. "It's been drivin' me nuts."

"What situation exactly are you talkin' about?" Sam asked carefully, choosing his words with caution. Unfortunately, the woman on the other line wasn't making it easy for him.

"Are you high? You know what situation. It's the only situation me and you have."

"What situation, Sarah? Say it."

"The damn boat. And watch your tone, okay? I let you slide at the bank."

"The bank. Yeah. Laundered so much..." Sam scoffed nervously, making Sev cringe. He continued, "They'll come around."

"If that was the case, then why'd they dog you out, Big Time?" the voice said. By now, Sam was sweating slightly.

"Yeah, you're damn right I'm Big Time. You'll see when I have that banker killed."

There was a rustling sound from the phone, like someone crinkling something plastic, and the woman sighed loudly. "Cass! What'd I tell you about the Cheerios?" She turned back to the speaker. "I don't have time for this! Sam, I'm sorry. I'll call you back."

"Sam?" Selby's eyes narrowed, suspicion spreading like wildfire. "Who's Sam? Kill them!"

Suddenly, Selby was shot in the back, and chaos erupted. An attacker lunged at Sam, and Sev jumped out of the way. To be fair, she wasn't the best fighter in the world. Bucky grabbed Sev's arm and knocked out a man for his gun.

As they fled, Bucky slung Sev behind him, holding the gun up. "They're gonna pin this on us."

Zemo sighed. "We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead," Zemo told them, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them.

THEY WERE WALKING NOW, trying to blend in but failing miserably. The tension in the air was palpable, each step carrying the weight of potential danger. "This is not good," Zemo muttered under his breath.

Sev scoffed. "Really? Didn't notice."

Then bang!

Gunshots echoed through the narrow streets. Bucky instinctively grabbed Sev's hand, his grip firm as they broke into a run.

"I CAN'T RUN IN THESE HEELS!" Sam shouted, his awkward, uncoordinated stride almost comical if the situation weren't so dire.

Sev glanced back, stifling a laugh despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. They sprinted through the labyrinthine alleys, trying to evade their pursuers.

Bang!

Sev felt a sharp sting in her forearm. The pain was immediate and intense. She yelped, stumbling slightly. Bucky's eyes widened with sheer panic as he turned his attention to her.

"I think I'm shot..." she said, clutching her bleeding arm.

Bucky's face tightened with worry. "You're okay," he murmured, trying to reassure her. He reached over to inspect the wound, his hands trembling slightly. "Oh god..."

Sev watched him reach to pull up her sleeve. Sev instinctively pulled back, her movements sloppy from shock and blood loss. "No..." she protested weakly, her eyes beginning to droop.

Bucky sighed, determined to help her despite her resistance. He pressed his hand firmly against the wound to staunch the bleeding. "Seems you have a guardian angel," Zemo remarked, his tone oddly casual. He approached, glancing at Sev's injury. "Is she shot?"

"Maybe..." Sev responded sarcastically, her voice tinged with pain.

"Well, this is too perfect," a woman's voice interjected. Sev looked up to see Sharon Carter walking towards them.

"Ugh, Sharon," Sev muttered, a frown creasing her face.

Before she could say more, the world spun around her. She felt herself collapsing, Bucky's panicked immediately. "Sev? Sev!" He shouted, now holding her upright, but then everything went black.