Poisonous

This doesn't look like an interrogation, guys

Technically I'm the narrator. I just realized that oh my god wait. I feel kinda meta now, I'm having an identity crisis. Anyways onto the story. There's a part where Y/N wears a suit in this chapter and I just want you to imagine Blake Lively's suit from A Simple Favor. It's a look, you'll thank me later.

So at the moment Zemo decided to let his guard down was the same moment Sam and Bucky decided to barge back into the room.

"What the fuck is this."

Sam followed behind him, getting the same impression. His hand flew to cover his eyes, not wanting to see anything inappropriate. "Jesus christ ya'll, what did I just walk in on."

Bucky picked her up and moved her off of Zemo, the way one takes a cat off a counter it's not supposed to be on. Still holding her in the air, arms length away from him, he raised his eyebrows questioningly. "An interrogation," she replied wriggling out of his hands, feet landing softly on the ground.

Bucky rolled his eyes and replied, "Sure."

She crossed her arms and laughed playfully at him. "I have my methods," she said.

His mouth twitched into a smile for a second. "Well I don't have to like them."

They exchanged words about the plan and then left to go to the funeral. Zemo had gotten information that Karli would be there so it was their best chance to catch her.

As they made their way to their destination Y/N was suddenly reminded of the deal she had made with Zemo.

She reached out a hand to him, making a grabby motion. "Hand it over," she demanded.

His lips curled into a smirk. So she hadn't forgotten. He would give it to her, but only if he got to hear her ask again. "I haven't a clue what you're on about," he replied smugly.

She rolled her eyes at him pretending not to know what she was talking about. "The jacket."

"Right of course." He chuckled, removing the jacket and handing it over to her.

It was a complementary look. The jacket was a few sizes too big but the rest of her outfit was relatively tight so it was a good contrast. The jacket covered her exposed shoulders which she was grateful for. Earlier Y/N had changed into a sleeveless suit vest and tactical dress pants because she was not going to show up in what was clearly a combat outfit. If she was going to crash a funeral to apprehend a terrorist she was going to do so following the dress code.

Y/N also thought Zemo looked dashing without his coat. Although she loved the eccentric flare it gave his look, she couldn't deny that his tight sweater brought attention to his strong broad shoulders. And the shoulder holster he wore to carry his guns wrapped tightly around his shoulders. She could see his muscles strain against the leather straps as he walked.

So they walked down the busy streets of Briga like an off brand mafia family. Until they were stopped by two men in tactical gear. One of them was the new captain america, John Walker. The other was a man Y/N didn't recognize but Sam and Bucky knew him to be Lemar Hoskins, a friend and partner of John's.

"Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you to go at this alone," John yelled at him.

"How the hell did you find us?" Sam asked.

This question made him more aggressive for some reason. "No, I think I'll be the one asking the questions here. First of all why is he out of prison and second of all who is she?" He spoke quickly and with authority.