We're more alike than you think

81. Teenagers

He looked at you while you were trying to brush away what your father had tried to say. He should've probably let you get a pass on this after everything that had happened, but he just couldn't. It had been way too long since he had seen you smile. He should've followed you right to bed, let you rest, and talk it all out, but right now he only wanted to admire you. You looked so incredibly adorable in your long white nightgown, trying to explain why your father was simply just acting like a normal dad. If she thought he didn't hear what your father had called him, she was wrong and he had no plans to let go of it. The second you finished ranting he carefully leaned you against the wall.

"It wouldn't be that bad being my girlfriend," he said with a smirk.

He lifted your chin and looked down at your lips for a few seconds before he leaned down and kissed your lips. His hands wrapped tight around your waist. It felt amazing to be this close with you again. He had spent almost a day with your friends trying to fix this place and helped the injured. He knew that was the right thing to do, but all he wanted to do since the second you were crazy enough to turn yourself in, was to hold you in his arms and make sure you were safe.

You looked up at him, your eyes growing bigger as your lips intertwined. Right now, you were sure that even Zemo could hear your heartbeat. It was like thousands of butterflies went wild inside of your stomach. Zemo got eager as the intensity of the kiss grew more and more. It was the second he started to innocently let his tongue out, making it a whole make-out session you realized what the two of you were doing. You gently laid a hand on his chest and pushed him a little back,

"What?" he asked with a smirk.

"You do realize that we are in the hallway outside my father's room, making out? I am in this old grandma-like nightgown and you do look ridiculously handsome right now, but we can't do this" You said looking up at him, catching your breath from the kiss. He took some hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear and leaned you gently up against the wall as he took and leaned one arm against it, closing the space between the two of you.

"I thought you said your father had missed out on your teenage years, I'm only giving it to him," he said and took the other arm around your hips. Why was this man so good at talking? You bet you're under lip and tilted your head. Your hands took each side of the braces he had on, holding him close to you.

"Ohhh, where was this tough Zemo in front of my dad?" you teased back. Zemo immediately straightened up and looked over at the door before he looked back at you.

"Y/n he is your father, I'm Sokovian, we show respect to the elderly in our families'' he said, without noticing that he said 'our families.' The only thing he could focus on was brushing away the embarrassment he felt over the fact that you had noticed that he was nervous.

But you immediately took notice of how he said 'our families', like your dad, was an elderly in his or our family. You almost had to stop yourself and double-check that you weren't going crazy again. What he said, could only be interpreted as he was talking about 'us' as a family. You weren't really mad about it either... it had a good sound to it? But it was definitely strange. The two of you were close, but yet had a long way to go before even just hitting friendship, level. Still, it wasn't bad. You pulled softly in his braces, moving him so close that your lips were touching.

"Well, I thought it was cute," you said with a teasing smile. It didn't even take two seconds before Zemo lifted you up, holding you in bridesmaids' style walking down the hallways.

"That's enough, you're not allowed to call me cute."