Poisonous

Who are you, my therapist?

So Y/N waited in the rental car while Sam and Bucky were at an unspecified location. In her right hand she had a crumpled piece of paper with the address Bucky gave her and in her left hand she gripped a small knife. As she stared at the prison exit Zemo was supposed to come out of at any moment she thought about her mission. Play nice, and get him talking. Or something along those lines.

What would they talk about? The weather? Prison food? That made her think of her candies. She reached into her jacket pocket and grabbed a candy. They had become a weird sort of coping mechanism for her.

While she sucked on the strawberry candy, she bore holes in the door with her eyes. Not moving her eyes to make sure she was ready to leave as soon as he arrived. She was not the best driver because on missions she was usually positioned in the passenger seat with a gun. Incase anyone in a car nearby needed to be taken care of.

Then she was pulled out of her thought by the door opening. She turned the key in the ignition and unlocked the car. Once he was in the car she backed out of her parking spot and drove away, trying not to look suspicious.

After a few moments of silence she quickly looked over to the man and said, "Buckle up."

He shook his head and laughed in disbelief. "Really?" He asked. But he reluctantly buckled his seatbelt.

"Yep, according to my boss you're precious cargo," she snapped back at the man with an unamused smile.

He looked intrigued and asked, "Since when is the Winter soldier your boss?"

She hadn't thought before she said it but Bucky wasn't really her boss, was he? Either way she didn't feel like explaining the complexities of that relationship to this cocky asshole so she just replied, "Since he started telling me what to do."

"Interesting, I didn't think you were the type to take orders." Zemo was now sizing her up. Who was this woman? What was her significance? He remembered her saying that she was a super soldier when they were interrogating him back at the prison.

"Well then you clearly don't know anything about me," She scoffed. Who did this guy think he was. To be making all sorts of assumptions about her. Trying to psychoanalyze her. What an asshole.

He smiled, cooking up a plan to learn more about this stranger. Both for his own interest and tactical purposes. "Oh, well then enlighten me," he requested.

She was about to tell him to fuck off until she remembered Bucky's plan. Get him comfortable and get him talking, she thought. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything," He answered. And he wasn't going to make it easy for her either.

She sighed knowing she wasn't going to get out of having this conversation. "How long do you have?" She asked.

"Right then, just the major details for now," he demanded. For some reason he thought he was in charge. But in a way he was right. Y/N didn't know why but she felt very inclined to tell this man the things he wanted to know. Like she was under some sort of spell.

Despite her inclination to tell him everything she tried to steer the conversation in another direction. "I was a Hydra assassin, now I'm not. Now tell me about yourself, Baron."

"Just Zemo is fine and I have a feeling you're leaving out a few details." He sensed this shift and he wasn't going to allow it.

"Well you know what they say, a lady never tells." She tried desperately to keep control of the conversation as he continued to return to his questions.