We're more alike than you think

110. My little bird

You looked at the door as the men walked out. This had been what you were nervous about. The silence that you had to fill. The questions you needed answered. You couldn't walk around not knowing anymore. Yes, Zemo had said he loved you, but he said it in a pressured moment where he was afraid he could never see you again. People say the most ridiculous things in situations like that, and you need to confirm or reject that statement. It had been silent for a minute when you dared to look back at Zemo.

He hadn't let his eye leave you for even a second. He knew you were uncomfortable about this situation. You weren't exactly an open book and you certainly didn't like sharing your own emotions with others. He slowly walked up to you standing right in front of you. He carefully took your hand removing the gloves. He looked at your hands. Maybe this was his moment to show you that it was okay to let the walls down. He had a feeling that he was maybe the most experienced with the tough talks, and love in general. He looked up at you with a weak smile on his lips as he placed one hand on your chin. He could sense the fear in your eyes as you let in to his touch.

"It's okay," he whispered low, brushing his fingers against your skin.

"It's okay to be scared," he said, lifting your head carefully so he could look directly into your eyes.

Of course it hurt him to see you like this. He only wanted you to feel comfortable. Comfortable to share your thoughts and feelings with him,  but he was more than aware that he was partly to blame. Zemo had to work on not being so judgemental. For him it had become a form of protection mechanism to cope with his own fears, often it was little truth behind his judgemental comments. He smiled weakly.

"First I wanna start with saying I'm so incredibly proud of you. You amaze me more and more every day. Your strength to raise above the hatred and the struggles the world has been throwing at you, is something I will forever admire. You taught me that no matter how different we are..." His deep voice is so gentle and soft.

You felt yourself getting emotional by his words. Oh, how you wish you could've been tougher and don't feel so much. It would've made things so much easier. Your heart was racing by every second. You were unsure what to do with yourself. The only thing you focused on was pressuring the tears as much as you could back.

"We are more alike than we might think," he said, quoting what you had said to the press before he got taken away.

He looked at you. He could feel that you were getting calmer by every word. Now even a smile appeared on your face. He knew that the reasons you were afraid wasn't just because of him. You didn't need to tell
him directly for him to understand that you had have a lack of stable relationship. For godsake, one of the first personal things you had told him was that people like you don't have normal human interactions or any form of relationship. Not only romantically, friends, family and work wise you never really had anyone who stood by your side over years. It was not hard to figure out that you had some form of trust issues, or maybe fear of losing people.

Zemo didn't want you to feel like that anymore. You deserved to be free. Free to do and feel what you feel without being afraid somebody would turn on you. Free to feel safe without any worry. Free of fear. Zemo wanted to make sure you knew that, not guess, but to know the truth.

"I love you y/n, would you like to be my partner? girlfriend?" he asked with a smile on his lips as he leaned his head into yours.

"My little bird?"