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five ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 2024
"So, our first move is grand theft auto?" Sam asks as the lights of the vast garage buzz on row by row. Annalise can't even begin to count the amount of cars. Many of them being brands she had never even heard of. Most of her life she'd been stuck sticking to a subway or bus, and then an old Impala model from the early 2000s. Annalise watched as Bucky stopped in front of an older car—she can't help but assume the car was from the forties—or that was familiar to him. It was heartwarming in a way, the weird grandfather reminiscent way.
"These are mine. Collected by family over generations." Zemo corrects, popping open a trunk. Annalise lets out a low whistle as she stops at a Jeep. Now this was up her alley. Sure, she was in a Jeep a lot of the time. But, nothing like the cherry red vintage one in front of her. But, the wheel was on the other side and Annalise was a below average driver, she only really managed the military vehicles. "I spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the serum. Because once it's out there, someone can create an army of people...like the Avengers. I ended the Winter Soldier program once before, I have no intention of leaving my work unfinished." Zemo says as he grabs a few things from an old yellow car.
Annalise stood at Sam's side, watching as the man gripped a bag. The three of them were being rather cautious around Zemo. If he were to make a break for it, he'd have the pleasure of two super soldiers on his tail. "To do this, we'll have to scale a ladder of lowlifes." Says Zemo.
"Well, join the party. We've already started." Sam orders.
"First stop is a woman named Selby. Mid-level fence I still have a line on. From there, we climb." Zemo plans. Sam, Bucky, and Anna watch as he walks ahead. "Is this a good idea?" Annalise asks, crossing her arms, eyes falling on the criminal. "Who knows, Anne," Sam grumbles, following suite.
Much to their surprise, Zemo leads to them to a jet. A private jet. Zemo has also become clad and gaudy—wearing a new outfit. A long coat with fur on the collar, pants with a rather showy buckle, and a dark purple shirt with a gun holster harness showing at his arms. "So all this time you've been rich?" Sam asks, his arms waving around in disbelief. Annalise looks to him—before realizing all of them, save for Zemo, have snatched a pair of expensive sunglasses. Zemo took notice, but what does he need hundreds of pairs of designer shades for? Well, to hand them to superheroes, of course. Zemo lets out a dry chuckle.
"I'm a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country." Zemo clips, before walking to the elderly man waiting at the jet's steps. The two talk in Russian, giving kisses on cheeks. "I have nothing to do with the Avengers, I'm in need of money." Annalise whispers jokingly to Sam. Bucky hears and rolls his eyes behind vintage European Gucci shades. "We are the Avengers, Murdock." Bucky quips dryly.
