Poisonous

Bucky! We don't drop people

Imagine if i continued to write this fanfic forever and they just never got together. I have a weird sense of humor but I can't stop laughing at that idea. I would never do that to my homies but I do have to warn you it is gonna be a really slow burn. This chapter was HARD to write because of how much I was blushing.

They went back to the apartment. A good amount of their day had been wasted, one member of the team was injured, and they weren't any closer to their goals. So it's safe to say none of them were having a great day. Especially not Zemo, who had to be carried back to the apartment by Bucky.

He was barely conscious most of the way home but by the time they were at the apartment he was trying to struggle out of Bucky's arms to walk on his own. So Bucky, not wanting to carry him anyways, dropped him.

"Buckyyyyy, we don't drop people!" Y/N yelled.

She rushed over to help Zemo up, electing to sling his arm over her shoulder so she could help him walk. She wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him upright as he leaned against her. "Thanks for the help, darling," he murmured against her neck.

She shivered at the contact and reminded herself to focus, not wanting to accidentally lose her balance and send both of the tumbling to the ground. "If you distract me I will drop you, Zemo," she hissed.

"Sorry, am I that distracting?" he teased.

She shook her head and denied him a response. As they walked, she became more aware of his presence every moment. His scent was some mix of cinnamon and firewood. Being that close she was sure he could smell her as well, that made her wonder what she smelled like. She tucked that thought in the back of her head along with all of her other weird curiosities.

At Least she thought she had shoved it into the back of her brain until she blurted out, "You smell expensive." Realizing the words out of her mouth, she blushed a deep red.

Zemo chuckled at her forwardness. "Is it a good type of expensive?" he asked, intrigued by her comment. He wasn't immune to the feminine charm of her scent either. It could be described as soft. A sweet but not overwhelming aroma of vanilla and strawberries.

"Yes, I imagine only the best cologne is suitable for a man such as yourself. It's a very fitting scent, masculine and charming but not overbearing on the senses." He grinned at her careful explanation, feeling as though the complement extended to his greater self and not just the cologne he wore.

"Your senses are heightened, no?" he asked, interested by how detailed she had been.

"They are," she replied.

"Interesting," he commented.

They got back to the apartment and Y/N layed Zemo down on the couch. She crouched down so she could be face to face with him. "Is there anything I can get you?" she asked, brushing the hair out of his face so she could look into his eyes.

"Just you is fine," he answered, trying to pull her onto the couch with him. His weakened attempt was easily stopped by the super soldier. Not moving, she chucked and rolled her eyes at his antics. "Only joking, a drink would be great," he said.

She brought him a drink and went to the couch where he was laying down. He heard her footsteps and sat up for a moment, allowing her to sit down so he could lay his head on her lap. She then handed him the drink.

As he drank she softly ran one hand through his hair. She had meant for it to comfort him so he could get some sleep and maybe help with his headache but it was doing the opposite. Her hand in his hair made him weak. He hadn't been touched like this by a woman in years. It was breathtaking and all consuming. At that moment he couldn't think of anything but her.

He groaned as she became absentminded and accidentally tugged at a tangled strand of his hair. "Oh I'm sorry, I'll stop," she quickly apologized, assuming his groan was one of pain.

She tried to pull her hand away but he grabbed it. "Please don't. It feels so good," he begged in a needy high pitched whine. He spoke in Sokovian so the others wouldn't understand him. Even though they were in the other room he was still cautious. Hearing him like this made her stomach do flips. She knew he was only acting this way because he was so touch starved. But his pleasant sigh as she returned her hand to his hair still made her feel like she was on fire.

After a little while she started to get comfortable. She gently pressed her nails against his scalp as she brushed her hand through his hair, not thinking much of it. Until he turned his head to nuzzle into her stomach and moaned, the fabric of her clothes muffling the sound.

At this point she knew better than to stop. Although the sounds he was making did shake her concentration. His groans, sighs, and moans made her feel dizzy and also very guilty. He was so horrifically starved of contact for the past years simply touching his hair made him come undone. She felt wrong for being so turned on by his pathetic mewling.

Once he got control of his mouth he turned his head so he could look into her eyes. She followed his example and spoke in Sokovian. "Your eyes are supposed to be closed, you have a concussion," she told him through gritted teeth.

"Well then how would I look at your lovely face?" he asked.

She grumbled at his flirting, holding back a blush. She thought it was unfair that he could get her all worked up without even trying. "If you don't shut up I'm going to pull your hair," she growled.

"Oh don't threaten me with a good time," he replied with a smug grin.

"What the hell are you two talking about?" Sam asked as he walked into the room.

They hadn't noticed they were speaking in Sokovian but they were both glad Sam hadn't understood them. Zemo closed his eyes and rested peacefully in his place on Y/N's lap.

Neither of them answered his question so Sam shrugged it off and pulled a laptop out of his bag. After some time of him typing away on the computer, Zemo engaged him in conversation. "If you had been offered the serum would you have taken it?" he asked.

"No," he replied simply.

Zemo raised his eyebrows at his answer and responded. "I'm impressed by your conviction." His tone then became serious. "Super soldiers cannot be allowed to exist, Karli must be stopped," he told Sam.

"If that's how you feel, what about Bucky? I mean what about her, she's a super soldier too. Or did you forget?" Sam asked, pointing at Y/N.

"That's different. Because Y/N isn't a super soldier, not technically." He had let the secret he was keeping for the right time slip out in a defensive moment. He cursed himself for not waiting for the right moment to tell her.

The woman who had been comfortingly stroking his hair, became deadly in a fraction of a second. "What the hell do you mean?" she growled, pulling him to her by the collar of his shirt so their faces were only inches apart.

He composed himself to explain what he had found out reading the file she gave him. But before he could speak Bucky busted through the door, quickly followed by John Walker and Lemar Hoskins. "We're ordering you to turn him over," John commanded, pointing at Zemo.