Came for the Low- Revised

Untitled Part 19

Flying down the coast in the red Mercedes, Christine rested her head against the seat watching as Zemo hung up the phone.

"I still feel bad." She said looking at him and his sly smile. "Bucky honestly seems like a really sweet person. Shame we had to sneak out on him like that."

"Do not feel bad for him Christine. James is a determined man. He'll start the hunt again." Zemo smiled knowing this was true, but as always he had a plan that would keep them just out of the soldier's reach, and for better reasons than simply avoiding prison. "He cannot be allowed even the smallest advantage as I intend on enjoying these next few months, not running from super heroes" He looked over and took his hand from the wheel, pressing it to her stomach.

Christine's gaze lingered on his face for a breath before she looked down, taking in the comforting sight and laid both her hands over his, her heart so full she feared it would burst.

In spite of her kind nature, She couldn't agree more and decided to let her sympathy for the man who would take Zemo away from her given the chance, subside.

Turning forward again, brushing wild strands of hair from her eyes as the wind whipped at them in the convertible, she sank into the seat with a slow exhale and shut her eyes, letting the sun warm her face for a while, the weight of Zemo's hand now on her thigh giving her a sense of security.

There was such peace in getting away. She'd felt it more than once in the past few months and the sensation of having made it would never get old. Leaving a dangerous situation behind with him at her side was the most calm she ever felt. Christine watched the beautiful countryside rolling on for miles in the distance feeling a bit sad to be leaving so soon, but they could not stay. So instead of regrets she chose to be thankful for having experienced Spain at all, and for everything it had given her.

Her thoughts shifted inward and she wondered how one goes about getting a doctors appointment while avoiding capture... what a wonderful mess. She shook her head at herself and chose to ignore the more pragmatic thoughts for now.

As he drove them further away, she and Zemo shared a few knowing glances but neither said another word as conversation seemed unnecessary in the moment, after all, what was left to say.

They'd taken a chance on a normal life—well, as much as could be expected. Still, two of the most unlikely people to be given anything other than a prison cell and an early death were going to give it a try. Maybe it wouldn't last, but they'd certainly make the most of the time they had.

Christine perked up, roused from her daydreaming as the road to the private airport come into view. She missed dear old Oeznik. He would have champagne on ice waiting for them, she smiled. Time to stock up on apple juice instead...

Zemo kept driving, passing the road so fast, she nearly got whiplash "Wasn't that the road to the tarmac?" She asked as the path faded from view.

"Yes." He said, eyes on the road.

She spun around giving him a curious glance before looking ahead, waiting for an explanation. He said nothing, which of course meant he had a plan as she'd learned during her time with him "But—we're not going to the plane— are we?" She asked catching on.

He shook his head and looked over with a quick smile and squeezed her thigh as a gentle reassurance that there was nothing to worry about. Luckily for Baron Zemo, She'd learned to trust him a while ago. "Alright, I'm not even going to ask." She said hands up in defeat.

His shoulders shook with a laugh and he gave her chin a pinch before gripping the wheel and hitting the gas, flying towards the horizon.