YALL SEV DONT LIKE ZEMO
But if he was good, I'm not even gonna lie with u guys...he could get it.
(I HATE BRO THO)
Anyways Sam and Sev are cuties

RIGA HAD A CERTAIN AIR TO IT, an old-world charm mixed with a tinge of mystery. Seven, or Sev as she was known, took in the sights with wide eyes. The streets were cobblestone, the buildings a mix of history and modernity. Yet, amidst the novelty, there was an undercurrent of unease.

She wanted to go home, but she kept that thought to herself. She knew the chances of not calling Bucky crying were slim if she went home. He would drop everything and come back, and they needed to finish what they started. They had come too far to turn back now.

"We're here," Zemo announced as they approached a nondescript building that somehow still managed to exude an air of foreboding.

Sev noticed Bucky pause, so she did too, her curiosity piqued. "What's the matter?" she asked, looking back at him with a hint of concern.

"I'm gonna go on a walk," Bucky said, his voice carrying that edge of seriousness that usually meant no arguments.

Sev's face lit up with a hopeful smile, hopping slightly on the balls of her feet. "Can I come?"

"No, stay here. I'll be back," he told her firmly.

"But—"

"Stay," Bucky interrupted, his tone brooking no further discussion. Saying no to Sev was one of the hardest things for him, and he needed to focus on the task at hand without distraction.

"Okay," she agreed reluctantly, her shoulders slumping.

Sam, ever the observant one, chimed in. "You good?" he asked Bucky.

"Yeah, I'll see you guys in a bit. Sev, stay with Sam," Bucky instructed, giving her a final look before heading off.

Sev watched him go, feeling a mix of disappointment and frustration. She turned to Sam, who offered her a sympathetic smile.

"Looks like it's you and me, kid," Sam said, trying to lighten the mood.

Sev sighed. "Great, stuck with you and... stupid Zemo."

Zemo, who had been quietly observing the exchange, raised an eyebrow. "Stupid? Really? I'm hurt," he said with a mock expression of injury.

Sev crossed her arms and glared at him. "You should be...stupid."

SEV AND SAM sat on a couch in the dimly lit apartment, the hum of the city outside a constant reminder of their precarious situation. Sam suggested to play a game.

"Alright Lucky, how about a few rounds of rock-paper-scissors?" Sam asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

Sev perked up, her competitive spirit ignited. "You're  so on."

They faced each other, hands ready. "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" they chanted in unison.

Sev threw rock, and Sam threw scissors. Sev's face lit up with a victorious grin. "Ha! Rock crushes scissors."

"Beginner's luck," Sam teased, shaking his head.

They continued playing, the game providing a lighthearted distraction. As they played, Sam took the opportunity to check in on Sev.

"So, how are you holding up, kid?" he asked, his tone gentle but probing.

Sev hesitated, focusing on the game. "I'm alright," she said, throwing paper while Sam threw rock.

Sam narrowed his eyes, reading the subtle cues in her expression. "You sure? It's okay to talk about stuff, you know."

Sev shrugged, trying to keep her tone casual. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... a lot to deal with, I guess."

Before Sam could press further, Zemo appeared out of nowhere, his presence immediately shifting the mood. "Rock-paper-scissors, I see. Mind if I join?" he asked, a sly smile on his face.

Sev's reaction was instantaneous. "No!" she snapped, her glare directed at Zemo. "This is a Sam and Sev thing."

Zemo raised an eyebrow, unfazed by her hostility. "Very well," he said, turning his attention to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light.

Sev fumed, muttering under her breath. "Why does he always have to ruin everything?"

Sam chuckled, though he kept a watchful eye on Zemo. "Just ignore him, Sev. Focus on beating me."

"Yeah, let's go again," Sev said, her competitive spirit reignited. "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"

They threw their hands again, Sev throwing scissors and Sam throwing rock. "Ha! Got you this time," Sam said, grinning.

Sev pouted, but a small smile played at the corners of her mouth. "I'll get you next round."

As they continued their game, Zemo wandered over, holding his glass of whiskey. He took a sip, then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he extended the glass toward Sev. "Care for a drink, little one? It might help you relax."

Sam's expression darkened, his protective instincts kicking in. "Zemo, she's a kid. Not funny."

Sev glared at Zemo, her eyes blazing. "Why would you even suggest that? Are you crazy? Dad would so kill me."

"Yeah, I would too." Sam said.

Zemo shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. "Just trying to lighten the mood," he said, though his tone was anything but apologetic.

Sam stepped in front of Sev, his posture defensive. "Enough, Zemo. We're not here to play games, especially not with her."

Zemo smirked. "Looks like you two are playing a game—"

Sev groaned. "Just up, stupid Zemo!"

Zemo raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. I'll leave you to your game."

Sev looked up at Sam, her eyes wide and earnest. "Why do we even need him? He's the worst."

Sam sighed, giving Zemo a pointed look. "He's useful, even if he's annoying. But you're right. Sometimes I wonder the same thing."

Zemo raised his glass in mock toast. "To being indispensable."

Sev stuck her tongue out at him, which only made Zemo chuckle. "Such childish behavior. Though I suppose it's to be expected."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Go find something productive to do, Zemo."

With an exaggerated bow, Zemo sauntered out of the room, leaving Sev and Sam alone again.

Sev resumed their game, her rock-paper-scissors throws becoming more vigorous as she vented her frustration. "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"

"Scissors," Sam said, cutting her paper.

Sev let out an exasperated sigh. "Why do you always win?"

Sam chuckled. "Experience, kid. Lots of experience."

After a few more rounds, Sam leaned in closer, his voice low. "Seriously though, Sev. How are you holding up?"

She looked down at her lap, her fingers fidgeting. "I just... I want dad to be okay. And I don't like Zemo. He makes everything worse."

Sam nodded, understanding in his eyes. "I get it. Bucky's tough. He'll be back soon. And as for Zemo, well, just keep being you. Don't let him get under your skin."

Sev managed a small smile. "Thanks, Sam."

Later, Sev sat in the kitchen, engrossed in a conversation with Sam. They were talking about everything and nothing, the kind of idle chatter that kept her mind off the chaos around them. The door creaked open, and Sev jerked her head up, her heart skipping a beat.

She smiled when she saw it was her dad. "Well, the Wakandans are here. They want Zemo," Bucky said, strolling in, his presence a mix of calm and tension.

"Please take him," Sev muttered under her breath.

"Y'know, I heard that," Zemo said from the corner, his voice dripping with feigned hurt.

Sev shrugged, not bothering to hide her disdain. "Good."

Bucky snickered, a rare moment of levity. "Well, I bought us some more time."

"Were you followed?" Sam asked, his eyes narrowing with concern.

"No," Bucky responded, his tone firm.

"How can you be so sure?" Zemo asked, his curiosity thinly veiled.

"Because I know when I'm being followed," Bucky snapped, his patience wearing thin.

Zemo smirked. "It's sweet of you to defend me, at least."

Now it was Sam's turn to snap. "Hey, you shut it. No one's defending you. You killed Nagel."

"Do we really have to litigate what may or may not have happened?" Zemo said, his tone bored.

"There's nothing to litigate. You straight shot the man," Sam said, still engrossed in the argument.

Sev watched the exchange, her mind racing. She wanted to punch Zemo in his face so bad. She wished she could do more, but she knew her dad and Sam were doing their best to protect her.

"Sam," Bucky interrupted, his voice a little sharper.

"What?" Sam responded, still glaring at Zemo.

"Karli bombed a GRC supply depot," Bucky informed him, his voice heavy with the weight of the news.

"What? What's the damage?" Sam asked, his focus shifting immediately.

"Eleven injured, three dead. They have a list of demands and are promising more attacks if those demands aren't met in full," Bucky said, his jaw tight with anger.

"She's getting worse," Zemo chimed in, his tone matter-of-fact. "I have the will to complete this mission. Do the two of you?"

"She's a kid, only a couple of years older than Sev," Sam said, his voice softening with empathy.

"Exactly, she's practically a baby," Bucky added, glancing at Sev.

Sev huffed, feeling a pang of annoyance. "I'm not a baby..." she muttered, but her voice was drowned out by the ongoing conversation.

"You two are seeing something in her that isn't there. You're clouded by it," Zemo continued, his voice grating on Sev's nerves. "She's a supremacist. The very concept of the Super Soldier will always trouble people."

Sev saw her father's discomfort and instinctively took his hand, leaning her cheek on his arm. He squeezed her hand gently, and she could feel some of the tension leave his body. She wished she could do more to help, but holding his hand felt like something, at least.

Zemo kept going, relentless. "It's warped aspiration that led to the Nazis, to Ultron, to the Avengers."

"Hey, those are our friends you're talking about," Sam said, his voice rising in defense.

"The Avengers, not the Nazis," Bucky added quickly, his tone dark with irony.

Sev's thoughts raced. She was caught between wanting to defend her father and Sam and the nagging fear that Zemo might be right about some things. She hated the way Zemo talked about super soldiers, about people like her dad. It felt like an attack on her family, on everything she cared about.

"You're wrong," she blurted out, surprising herself with the intensity of her own voice. "Not everyone with powers is a monster. Some of them are just trying to help, to make things better, like Steve, he was awesome."

Zemo turned to look at her, his expression unreadable. "Perhaps. But power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. You should remember that, little one."

Sev felt a surge of anger. "I'm not little. Steve was literally the first super solider, and he was the most patriotic, morally great guy I've ever met. I mean one time I saw him literally spend four hours trying to get this balloon back for this little kid. Does he sound bad to you?"

Bucky's grip on her hand tightened, a silent support. "Sev's right. The serum never corrupted Steve."

"But yet there hasn't been another Steve Rogers." Zemo chimed in.

Bucky took a glance at Sev's blonde hair, noticing a small dandelion tucked within her strands. He didn't know if it was an accident or not, but he lightly plucked it from her hair. The sight of the tiny flower brought back a memory—one of the few happy ones they had during their time with HYDRA.

TEN YEARS AGO, Bucky sat on the cold, hard floor of their cell, staring blankly at the gray walls. The monotony of his existence was interrupted by the sound of little footsteps. He looked up to see Sev, only six years old, running towards him with a mischievous grin on her face. Her hands were hidden behind her back, and her excitement was palpable.

"Papa, I have a surprise for you!" Sev announced, bouncing on her toes.

Bucky couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm, though a part of him was always wary in this place. "Oh? What's the surprise, baby?" he asked, trying to match her energy.

Sev beamed, her blue eyes sparkling. She dramatically brought her hands from behind her back to reveal a crumpled dandelion. Despite its state, the flower seemed like the most precious thing in the world to her.

"Ta-da!" she exclaimed, holding out the dandelion with both hands.

Bucky's heart melted at the sight. Despite the harsh conditions and the cruelty of their captors, his little girl had managed to find beauty in something so simple. He crouched down to her level, his expression softening.

She giggled, stepping closer. "Close your eyes, Papa!"

Bucky did as she asked, closing his eyes and feeling the warmth of her presence. After a moment, he felt her small hands gently place something in his hair. "Okay, you can open them now!"

He opened his eyes to see Sev beaming at him, her face glowing with pride and joy. He reached up and felt the object she had placed in his hair, pulling it out to see a crumpled-up dandelion. His heart melted at the sight, overwhelmed by the innocence and love she had managed to preserve despite their circumstances.

"Where did you find this, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and concern, they were in Siberia, and typically dandelions didn't grow there.

Sev just shrugged, her smile unwavering. "I found it," she said simply, as if that explained everything.

Bucky's heart ached at the thought of her wandering in dangerous places to find something so simple and pure. But he pushed the worry aside, focusing on the happiness in her eyes. "It's beautiful, Sev. Thank you."

She beamed even brighter. "It's a surprise for you! I wanted to make you pretty," she said, reaching up to place the dandelion back in his hair.

Bucky chuckled softly, letting her do as she pleased. "You think I'm pretty, huh?"

Sev nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Very pretty!"

He leaned in and kissed her cheeks, feeling her warmth against his lips. "You remind me of a this flower, you know that?" he said, pulling back to look at her.

"That's weird." Sev tilted her head, confusion knitting her brow. "Why, Papa?"

"Because of your hair and the way you smile," he explained, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "You bring light and happiness, just like this little flower."

Sev's confusion melted away, replaced by a soft smile. "Okay," she said, as if accepting his words without fully understanding them. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, her small hands resting on his shoulders.

Bucky closed his eyes, savoring the moment. For a brief instant, the darkness of their cell seemed to fade, replaced by the light of Sev's love and innocence. In that moment, he felt hope—a fragile, fleeting hope that maybe, just maybe, they would find their way out of the shadows.

Bucky shook himself out of the memory, his eyes refocusing on the present. He glanced at Sev, now sixteen and standing by his side, the same light in her eyes despite everything they had been through. He tucked the dandelion away in his pocket, a silent promise to keep that hope alive.

"You still remind me of a dandelion," he whispered, almost to himself. Sev looked up at him, a small smile playing on her lips.

"And you're still pretty, dad," she said, echoing the words from years ago.