Helmut Zemo One-Shots: Zemo x Reader Because I Know Y'all Are Thirsty AF

Coffee

duša = darling or soul

Thought I'd spice it up with some Serbian since that's what was on the Sokovian memorial. I honestly think Sokovian is a mix of Serbian, Russian, and German.

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Zemo had never liked coffee much before. 

That is, until it meant he got to spend time with you. 

Since being pardoned (however that was managed, he still doesn't know) he's been living with the team in the new house. It was an old Queen Anne, just big enough for the smaller main team. He hardly spoke to anyone outside of missions and briefings, preferring to not attract hostile attention. Unfortunately, being unable to speak around the others meant he didn't get to talk to the one person he wished to. 

That changed when he went down to the kitchen one early morning, unable to go back to sleep due to the nightmares. He found you there, enjoying your coffee by yourself. You had told him you liked the quiet of sunrise. You talked about a lot, actually. He was utterly fascinated by you, and decided to start drinking coffee with you every morning. 

This time he found you sitting in the window nook, looking out at the rainy morning. He got his own coffee and sat next to you, looking at you fondly. "Good morning, duša." His heart melted every time you turned to smile softly at him, this time being no different. Everything about you was ethereal. He'd gladly do anything you asked of him. 

"Morning, Helmut. How did you sleep?" He adored when you called him by his first name. Everyone else calls him Zemo, reminding him of his family and titles. What he was perceived as. You reminded him of who he was as an individual. Who he was. 

"The nightmares are back, but not as rough as last time." He smiled back at the look you gave him. You knew what his nightmares were about. You never pushed him to elaborate, only offered small bits of comfort and pleasant conversation. "What about you? How was your sleep?" 

You take a deep breath, sipping on your mug before going back to tracing rain drops. "Another vision of my future. Good this time." Your lazy smile brightens a bit, and you seem to almost glow. You looked really pretty when you were happy. 

"That's good. Your future seems to keep improving over time. I wonder what changed the course?" He's a little startled to see a blush form across your face. It made you look that much sweeter, but it made his heart ache a little. The change must've been a person. Of course. You were a very loving person, so it shouldn't be that surprising you fell in love with someone. 

The lucky bastard. 

"I think I know... Especially since my visions all include him." He was right. You had fallen for someone. Most likely one of the men on the team. They were all good men; heroes. Big hearted and morally right. Kind and caring, even if some of them struggled to verbalize it. Worthy. Things he was not. 

"I see. Well, I wish you nothing but happiness. Whoever he is, he's lucky beyond what he could ever know." Luckier than anyone else in the universe. And he better treat you like the shining starlight you are. 

Your eyes seemed to have widened, the blush darkening. "Do you mean that?" How could he not? 

"Of cou-" 

"Hey there, future Mrs. Ze-" Sam stopped halfway through the doorway, eyes darting back and forth between the two of you. "Shit, sorry- I interrupted, didn't I?" 

Zemo stared at him, processing what was said. He slowly turned to you, his face now a light red. "Did- Did he-? Am I-?" You nodded as Sam backed out of the kitchen. 

"Yeah. I was trying to let it happen naturally." 

He looks at you happily, trying to wrap his head around all of this. "And assuming Sam's statement wasn't just a joke- We get married?" You nod, mumbling out something about how you don't know how accurate the visions are. He doesn't care how accurate they are. He's just happy to hear he has a chance at a future with you. 

"Would you like to go to dinner sometime, then?" 

"I'd like that very much." 

Your conversation is interrupted by a hoard of footsteps coming down the stairs. You quickly place a soft kiss on Zemo's lips before getting up. Breakfast goes on as usual, other than the baron thinking of the kiss, and the two of you occasionally brushing your legs together. 

He was the luckiest bastard.