We're more alike than you think

37. Tricked

Your heart was racing when you laid your head on his shoulder while sitting on his lap. The sweat from your bodies made it glister together. You couldn't believe what the two of you had just done. It felt good, so good, but you knew it was wrong, terribly wrong. You could already hear Sam and Bucky's comments in your head if they ever found out about this. It was a desperate decision you made and you could argue that it was a needed one. Not only did you need to get some... frustration out, but you didn't wanna talk with him either, it was a perfect distraction from reality.

"I am a mutant" you said out of the blue.

Zemo's heavy breathing stopped, his hands that seconds ago were wrapped tight around your body slowly fell to the couch and his eyes looked at you confused. Confused, but searching for answers. It was probably thousands of better ways you could've told him, or simply just prepared him for what you were about to say, but you had to get it off your chest now. Irka was right, you had to stop hiding even if that could scare people away. You wanted Zemo to say something, to react, but he seemed speechless. It would be better if he just expressed himself, he could yell, scream or cry. You didn't care what.

"I can manipulate magnetic fields.. or I could many years ago" you explained.

It wasn't that you couldn't do it anymore, but being away from your powers for such a long time clearly had made it difficult for you to control it. You weren't even sure if you were ready to go down the path of understanding it again. Yes, you didn't wanna hide, but using them efficiently in your daily life would require a lot of time and unnecessarily pain. Zemo still had nothing to say. You stood up looking for your clothes. You found your shirt, panties and took it on. Your blood was boiling up. It wasn't fair of him to act like this, like you were a whole new person and had tricked him into some sick game. You had given him many warnings since the first day the two of you met. He was already taking on his trousers when you turned around.

"You know what Zemo? This isn't fair, you need to say something" you said with a serious tone. He looked up at you with anger in his eyes "Y/n what do you want me to say?" his voice filled up with annoyance. He stood up as you rolled your eyes at him.

"I don't know, but stop acting like I tricked you into this, you knew what you were getting into from the start... Remember the first day we met? You wanted to test me, see what's my thing, do you remember what I told you?" you said frustrated. He crossed his arms and looked away. He didn't wanna face you, not right now and not like this. "I told you, and I quote 'You don't wanna know', and what did you say back? Tell me what you said back!" you continued, not even afraid at lifting your voice at him. He deserved every little piece of what you were saying, and deep down he knew that himself. He didn't answer and you had enough. You lifted your arms and pointed at him

"I promise, I do"

It was harder than you thought to say those words, it felt sore and numb. You knew he was manipulative and would say whatever he needed to say, just to get what he wanted, but it still didn't mean you had hopes that parts of it were genuine. You stepped closer to him.

"One day later, I told you that you didn't know people like me...I told you after I stopped you after kissing me, that 'Me and you are nothing alike. Trust me'" your finger pointing at his chest. You were done with him tricking you into thinking this was all your fault. Zemo was not pleased with your reaction, not because he thought you were wrong, but because he knew you were right. He pushed you back causing you to groan in pain as it hit a nerve from the wound. You walked away from him, if he wanted to get violent, he should be really careful around you.

"Y/n, you don't understand!" he said with anger in his voice before he continued.

"It's because of people like you, I lost everything."