Poisonous

I guess chivalry isn't dead

I did way too much math trying to figure out how long it would take to get from Latvia to the fictional nation of Sokovia. The answer is an hour and 27 minutes. That doesn't count layovers and waiting in the airport but they don't have to do that anyways because Sugar Daddy Zemo has a private plane. I'm literally so sorry this chapter is going to suck because I had a bunch of sugar today and my ADHD is acting up and I can't focus. The first half was written when my brainn was working but the other half is probably garbage. Idk because I'm so unfocused I can't even read it over.  I don't know how actual people think so there's a part in this chapter where Zemo wants to fuck Y/N but he needs to not do that so in order to calm himself down he asks her what her opinion of war is. Like is that an actual thing, maybe?  Also I DID NOT check this chapter for typos so if you see one plz comment lmao. 

Zemo had paid for another limo to transport them to his private airport. Y/N wondered just how much money he had. He was a very important person before the fall of Sokovia but even then it wasn't the wealthiest nation. Surely all of his money wasn't from his inheritance.

She presumed some of the money was from the business he had recruited her to help with. Although she wasn't exactly sure what that business was. At this point she didn't care. It was better than returning to her dull meaningless existence where her only friend couldn't even bother to pick up the phone. And she had basically burned through the money she made during the blip.

Even if the circumstances were a little odd it was still a job. Bonus points for having a hot boss as well. Not that Zemo was technically her boos, since she had been adamant their arrangement would be a partnership.

Still him paying for everything made her feel a debt of gratitude to him. When they got onto the plane and sat down she voiced that gratitude. "Thank you," she blurted out.

He moved closer to her on the small couch they had sat on. "No need to thank me," he replied with a laugh. "Unless you have some ideas." he placed a hand high up on her thigh.

His sexual advancements put her more in her element. This was a scenario in which she knew what to do. "Oh I'm sure I could think of something," she said, leaning closer to him.

"Like what?" he asked, his voice already overflowing with lust.

She recognized his tone and she decided to change the conversation to tease him. "Well once I get my finances in order I think it would be fitting for me to take you to dinner," she stated.

He of course, being a gentleman, was quick to refuse her offer. "Oh you don't have to repay me for that dinner. You already did that last night," he said with a smug smile gracing his devilishly handsome features.

She moved into his lap and wrapped an arm around the back of his neck, tugging lightly on the hairs at the base of his neck. "Was that payment? Because I seemed to remember enjoying it quite a lot," she replied with a smirk of her own.

Having her on his lap like this turned him on tremendously. He let out a soft sigh as she shifted on his thigh."I don't mean to be forward but if you were my girl you'd never want for anything. I would provide for you in every way. Your every need would be met," he offered.

Her flirty demeanor turned to a bittersweet one as she realized his feelings. "But yours wouldn't," she muttered. She wanted to love him the way he deserved but she couldn't bear to take that risk.

"All I need is you," he said simply.

She placed a hand on his cheek, softly stroking his face with her thumb. "I can't give you that. I mean physically I can but emotionally I'm closed off. I don't think I can open up, even to you."

He turned his head to place a kiss on her palm. "I can settle for physical, for now at least," he replied.

She smiled at his eagerness. His every action and movement put her in the mood for something a bit more mature. She leaned into his chest, removing the hand from his face to grab a handful of his shirt. She tugged his shirt so he was looking straight at her. Once she had his attention she smirked and said, "How chivalrous of you."

Sensing the change in tone, Zemo wrapped his arms around her tighter and brought his lips to her neck. "I don't know if that's the right word for it," he whispered lustfully.

Gently running a hand up his thigh, she replied in a hushed tone. "I suppose not."

Now was time for him to make a split second decision. As much as it would pleasure him to have her right here right now, he sensed a certain vulnerability and hesitation about her. So he reluctantly changed the topic of conversation "I've been thinking a lot lately about good and evil," he said.

She laughed awkwardly, thinking she had misread th situation. "Is that what you're thinking about right now?" she questioned in a slightly joking tone.

He felt bad shutting her down like that. There would be a time for them to do whatever she wanted but now was not that time. "Yes and no. I've heard your opinion on John but what do you think about Karli's methods," he asked.

Although she was frustrated by his sudden rejection she did enjoy talking philosophy with him. Because he had such interesting opinions. "War is war. That's all it is," she said.

His mind lit up with ideas about what to ask next, interested by her point of view. "What do you mean?" he replied.

She had thought quite a lot about this in her life. Going from battle to battle all that time made her ressent fighting. But something so familiar was comforting, she hated herself for finding peace in war but somehow she still did. "War is made by and for righteous men. Both sides tell themselves the other are monsters. When dust settles on their destruction, neither are really wrong about that."

He could feel the meaning in her words. Vivid imagery of battles she had fought flooded his mind. "So you think war turns men into monsters?" he questioned.

His phrasing was problematic to her. Evil isn't created by circumstance, it is merely brought out by it. "Evil isn't created by any one circumstance, rather it is made known by it," she answered simply.

Confident that he had taken the time to contain his lust he allowed the conversation to shift away from such a serious topic. "So pretty and so smart, how did I find myself this lucky," he remarked.

Y/N smiled softly at him, taking in the moment of pure domestic bliss. Before she could snap herself out of it she felt the splitting pain in her head return.

Panic filled her mind and it showed on her face. Eyes wide and brow furrowed, she said, "Something is wrong, I can feel him. He's hurting."

"You mean Bucky?" Zemo asked calmly, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Fuck ow." she wasn't able to respond to the question because she was too busy voicing her pain.

He tried to ask her what was wrong but he was interrupted. "What do you-"

She let out a loud groan of discomfort. "Help me please," she whined.

"Oh dear um....let me see. Could you try to focus on my voice?" he requested.

"I can't, I don't know what's happening," she managed to choke out, her voice breaking in pain as she spoke.

An ear splitting scream fell from her lips at the pain. He might have been imagining it but for a moment Zemo thought he felt the pain too. After the scream she fell silent, having passed out from the energy exertion. Once she was unconscious he felt the pain being lifted. "It's going to be okay, I will protect you," he murmured, placing a light kiss on her forehead.