We're more alike than you think

107. Speechless

Ross, Matt, you, and the agents stepped away as Zemo got sent away to get dressed. It was all very quiet as you waited in the lobby. You kept hearing Zemo's voice in your head. It was the first time in a long time you had heard him speak, and it kept you alive. His accent so thick, with his deep and raspy voice, even more, raspy than normal after not talking much. You tried to figure out what you would like to say to him, or how you should act, but you didn't know what to do with yourself. The only thing you knew was that you were excited to see him again, touch him and hold him near.

"Woah, is that Miss. Lehnsherr? Wouldn't have thought you would be up on your feet so quick," a voice cut through your thoughts.

You knew this was the voice. This voice had kept you up at night ever since you left this place. You felt your heart drop. Ross had promised you to get rid of this person, but now you heard him behind you. It was like glass shattering through your body. The memories came flooding back. 'We don't know what you are', a new stun, 'You will become unstable. Physically and mentally, a new stun. Every line kept spinning as new memories came back by hearing his voice. His hands-on your naked body in the shower, the blood leaving your body and their laughter.

It didn't take a second before you literally altered his body and threw him up against the wall. Ross and Matt ran towards you trying to stop you, but you melted the ground around their feet making it impossible for them and the agents to reach you. Your blood started to boil as you jumped over the desk standing right in front of the man.

"Ross promised me to fire you," You said, clearly angry.

"Y/n I promise, I just forgot he is..." more couldn't Ross say before the man in front of you had the audacity to interrupt him.

"Did you miss my touch?" He said with a smirk.

You wanted to throw up in his words. You tighten the grip, pushing him further against the wall. Your hands started to shake. This man didn't regret a thing, he in fact enjoyed it. He liked seeing you like this. You knew you couldn't hurt him, that's exactly what he wanted. That would only prove his point. He thought you were shallow, that mutants weren't humans and were out of control. Everyone in the room tried to calm you down, but you ignored everyone, you only stared into the devil's eyes in front of you.

"What you did, can never be forgiven. You will never ever again be able to do what you did to me, to anyone else. I hope you die, I hope you rot in hell," you whispered, your voice shaking as a tear fell down your cheek. His evil smile never ended.

"I have done my job, within the prison or not, I will forever haunt you," he said, tilting his head. He was clearly in pain from you pushing him through the wall, but he still worked to keep up his smile. He wanted you to remember this as much as you remembered all the other memories you shared.

That's when your cool dropped. You couldn't let this man go, not like this. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to see you cry, or be sad because of him and his actions. He should be the one crying, begging for help, but he didn't. You were enhanced, but he was the man with power. You lifted your arm, ready to punch him. You wanted to physically hurt him with your own hands, you wanted him to feel it, but before you could ever reach him, somebody came running over grabbing your hand, and not any man. It was your man.

You looked directly up at Zemo. You had your gloves on, but it still felt like you were touching his bare skin. Your eyes were vulnerable, but his soft eyes calmed you down. The shock in your body slowly faded as you stared into his hazel brown eyes. You let go of Ross, Matt, and the agents as you came more and more back to yourself. Zemo didn't need to say anything, only being near you was more than enough to bring you peace. He smiled weakly.

"Let me have the honor," He said low.

Within a second he turned around facing the guy, threw his fist into him hard enough to knock him out. He looked down at the man as he fell to the floor. He would lie if he didn't admit that it felt good. That man deserved much worse than what he got from the two of you, but this at least gave Zemo some form of pleasure to see him passed out on the floor underneath you. He looked down at his hand and shook it before he looked back up at you.

Was it wrong to say that you were... You were almost a bit turned on by Zemo? You know it was, punching somebody shouldn't be sexy, but it wasn't the fact that he hurt somebody that was sexy, more the way Zemo was protecting you. He saw that you struggled, and weren't afraid to join in. Not only was it incredibly sexy, but it made you super emotional. You forgot your sanity and the whole 'i need to be professional' ideal you had been telling yourself.

You laid your hands on Zemo's cheek as you pressed your lips against his. He didn't spare a minute and immediately laid his hands around your ways. He tilted his head, trying to get even closer with his lips, enjoying every second of it. You could feel his beard against your skin. Your hands went around his neck and you stepped closer to him, leaving no room between the two of you. He smiled through the kisses as he laid his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily.

"I missed you," he whispered.