Christine Vargas was one vial away from becoming a Flag Smasher until Baron Zemo crushed her chances, only to offer her the world instead...his world.
True love comes at a dangerous price, but it's one she's willing to pay if it means another day wi...
"Not too close to the ears!" He warned and she laughed ruffling the top of his ever lengthening mane, determining where to start.
Stepping back to size him up again, Christine's frown of concentration eased when she took him in as a whole. The sight of Zemo, sitting in the afternoon sun on the wide flagstone patio with the mountains and trees in the background and a white sheet tucked into the collar of his shirt was quite possibly the most endearing thing she'd ever seen. This was the man people feared? She clutched the comb and pressed the back of her hand to her nose, stifling her snicker as the soft look of love replaced the humor.
And how many times since their wedding four months ago had she been reminded that this was not the same man she'd met in Latvia. This, was a man at peace with his past who embraced their new utopia with a true zest for life. He often spent his mornings taking long walks on the property exploring and reclaiming a sense of freedom he'd forgotten. Zemo had come very close to spending his days in prison alone, he would never take this life for granted, nor would he know the pain of that bleak solitude again.
Christine's hand went to her bare belly, exposed in her bikini after her swim in the pool this morning. The baby inside kicked a few times and rolled making her smile again. The movement was growing stronger every day, as was her love for this undisturbed life— and her funny husband.
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