Your home in Sokovia was destroyed when Ultron decided to make it ground zero for his attempted coup of the world. Everyone had lost someone - some more than most. You? The family you'd worked for had perished - save one. The rumors were that he'd b...
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Of the three of you in the place Zemo and Sam are the ones more in need of a wash and change of clothes, though that doesn't stop Zemo from offering you first refusal. You shake your head, watching as he sets your bag down with care on one of the stuffed pieces of furniture. Both of you look expectantly at Sam, watching as he makes a little circuit of the room before claiming a barstool at the kitchen countertop.
"I'll wait till Bucky gets back." He waves his hand in Zemo's direction, "Someone needs to make sure you won't try to pull anything."
If Zemo takes any offense he keeps it masked behind a pleasant expression. "I understand." He pauses to dip his head, dropping his shoulders in a hint of a bow as he sweeps his arm out to reference the rest of the yet-to-be-explored space, "In that case – make yourselves at home."
You watch Zemo take his leave, disappearing into one of the rooms, and wonder if Sam plans on getting up to follow The Baron. There's clearly a level of distrust running as an undercurrent, more so than you had picked up on before. It simmered there under the surface through the duration of the flight, though whatever the issue it wasn't pushed in favor of letting the long flight remain civil.
Surprisingly, Sam stays put on the barstool, evidently satisfied that he's got an eye on things from where he sits. After sitting for so long, even with the extra legroom that the layout of Zemo's jet afforded, maybe Bucky had the right idea to walk around a little more. You can't imagine sitting down again just yet. Maybe it's just that aforementioned undercurrent that seems to be rising to the surface, or the realization that you've effectively relocated again. Then again, maybe it's the urge to explore this 'place' of Zemo's to see if you can discover any further hints of the man you knew from Before. Everything is blurring together, unaided by the stranger-than-usual sleep schedule and painkillers it's just about time to reup on.
You start a slow circuit of the main room, briefly glancing in the direction of the bathroom when you hear the water start to churn and echo off the tiles. There's a bathtub in there. That is something you're sure of, having caught a glimpse of it. Is there a shower? You'll find out, eventually.
"Why Madripoor?"
"What?" You heard Sam's question well enough but the reply tips out of you regardless. He's been working his way towards asking ever since bringing up the multiple languages you know – only to have his efforts continuously thwarted by Zemo when questions The Baron seemed to consider too prying were aired. Your history is your own to reveal – in your own time. Taking a breath, you continue your examination of your surroundings and answer without forcing Sam to repeat himself. "Why not Madripoor?"
