Old wounds and new chances.

Chapter one: An Attemt

Bucky glanced back at the ticking watch sitting on the bedside table. It was almost midnight. He couldn't sleep and Sam still hasn't had replied to his texts. He sat up on the bed. It was soft, way too soft with a dark green sheet and hardwood headboard. The room he was given was filled with pictures and paintings. He stood up and stepped with bare feet to the window, his dogtags clicking quietly. With one hand he peeked behind the lace decorated curtains. It was dark, some clouds covered the stars and moon.

The silence was shortly interrupted by footsteps down the halls. They sounded muffled and stopped at Buckys door. A faint knock followed. "Yeah...?". The doorknob klicked and Zemo entered the room. He looked tired.

"You'r awake." he said pushing forward in his furlined slippers. Bucky eyed him from across the room. "I .. I also can't sleep." Zemo continued. Bucky gave him an up nod paired with an annoyed smile. He crossed his arms. "Where did Sam go? I saw him leave earlier tod-" He got cut of. "Sam went to his sister, said it was an emergency. Look man, what do you want?" Zemo sharply sucked in air and folded his hands. "I came to apologize to you."

"You what?" Bucky didn't think he was hearing correctly. "I wanted to apologize to you, James." He paused. "For what I did in the past and to clear up a few misconceptions we might have with each other." Zemo circled the room. "I didn't mean to attack you on a personal level back then and after I've read your diary I-"."It's a notebook and I said I'll kill you if you touch it again." He blinked slowly and carried on. "I relate to you in some ways. I'd almost say we are equal in some ways. Especelly the things you wrote about St-". Bucky had enough of his bullshit.

Bucky took a step forward, grabbing Zemo at the collar of his nightgown and pushed him against the wall, choking him with his forarm. The paintings rattled as Bucky made clear he wasn't playing games. His face furious with anger, barring his teeth at him. "Shut your dame mouth." Zemo couln't say a word even if he wanted to. Their noses almost touching. Then Bucky remembered. They still needed Zemo. 

With an frustrated groan he let go of him. Zemo fell to the floor gasping for air. "FUCK!" Bucky curled his Hands into fists and backed away. "I'm out of here." he mumbled. "James." Zemo cough out. "I'm staying at a hotel." Bucky strolled out of the door grabbing his jacked of a chair. Still on all fours, Zemo hit his palm on the carped. As soon as he was alone his eyes filled with tears.