Came for the Low- Revised

Untitled Part 18

ZEMO'S APARTMENT

     It was well past midnight when a sense of danger woke Christine.

She opened her eyes in bed, sitting up with a start. Something, a sound in the distance maybe had managed to break through the deep sleep she'd fallen into.

Her hand came down on Zemo's chest waking him.

"What is it?" He asked stroking her arm.

"Something's wrong, someone is here!" She whispered loudly.

He sat up, waiting to hear whatever it was that had startled her.

They sat —alert but still— until the sound of a car door shutting made them both look up.

"Stay here." He said quickly and tossed the blanket aside.

Grabbing his robe from the chair beside the door, the Baron put it on over his underwear and went out into the living room window.

Christine was at his side instantly. He groaned with an irritated head tilt. "I said to stay there, it's not safe!"

"It's not safe for you either." She snapped. "How do you see from these windows?

He glanced down and pointed to the red star at about her eye level. "Push it." He said and with a curious look she did.

The star rotated slightly and she found it easy to look down at the street below, smiling at the innovation.

There were two black cars parked and three men standing outside of them talking so low it was like watching t.v. on mute.

"Zemo..."

He kept his eye on the men but spoke to her very calmly. "Go into the bedroom. In the wardrobe, you'll find clothes folded. They're for you. Get dressed."

She almost asked why she needed to, but what was the point, it was obvious.Christine backed away from the window and ran.

In the bedroom she rushed to the wardrobe and opened the heavy door finding a stack of clothes just like he'd said. When he'd had the chance to buy her anything she hadn't the slightest idea, but that was a question for another time. Now she needed to move. Fast.

Pulling the stack down from the side shelf, she tossed them onto the bed. Basic underwear and socks, black jeans, a t-shirt and a black jacket. Moving to shut the wardrobe door she noticed the pair of black boots on the bottom shelf and realized they were meant for her as well. It's all so well made, she thought as she took off the shirt and underwear she'd been sleeping in and put on the clear pair. Exactly her size... did he always treat women this way, she wondered pulling on the jeans.

By the time Zemo came into the bedroom she was dressed and tying on her left boot. She glanced up watching him dress quickly. He slipped into a clean version of the clothing she'd first met him in back at the hideout. The true Zemo.

"Can you shoot?" He asked loading his holster.

She zipped up the jacket and stood straight tugging at the waist. "I can"

"Good" He said with a nod as he put on his coat. "Look in the drawer below the shelf" He pointed before bending to grab a small black duffle from under the bed. She noticed the way he smiled when he looked inside the bag, but followed his instructions and quickly opened the wardrobe again and opened the shelf finding a pocket pistol and a Glock.