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Riga, Latvia
"I heard what became of Sokovia. Cannabilized by its neighbours before the land cleared of rubble, erased from the map. I don't suppose any of you bothered visiting the memorial? Of course not. Why would you care?" Zemo sighed as they followed him up to the door of the house they would be staying in. "We are here."
"I'm going on a walk." Bucky suddenly announced and everyone turned to face him, confused.
"You good?" Sam asked and Marcella tilted her head.
"Yeah. I'll see you guys in a bit." He started walking backwards.
Sam and Zemo took his word for it and stepped into the house but Marcella didn't. She crossed her arms and stared, waiting for a different response. Bucky shook his head then continued walking away like he knew she wanted that. Her jaw tightened. She hoped Bucky wanted to take this opportunity to talk to her, make that Later, now.
Marcella felt her anger dissipate into disappointment. She turned away and walked into the beautiful house. Rich with colours and obviously rich with expensive shit. It was the opposite of home. Her home had history. Sturdy walls, in simple dark colours and covered in holes and chipped paint, and art. Her apartment was lined with words, books. It was peacefully quiet when no one was home but when she opened the door and fell into it the heart of it, it was nothing but warm. Rain or sun, the wide windows let the sky look inside. Nothing was extravagant, but he was everything she needed.
Marcella walked through the rooms, checking for traps and also just curiosity. When she was finished she laid across the couch to take some rest. It less comfortable than Bucky's Bucharest mattress — many things were.
"Those are some interesting bruises on your neck, Marcella,"
One of her eyes popped open and she looked at the Baron. She was never going to cover the bruises up for two reasons. The first being that he hoped Bucky would be reminded of Later. The second reason was that she really didn't care for hiding things anymore, even with makeup.
"I find your relationship to Mr. Barnes, very interesting too."
Me too, she wanted to say. Marcella squinted her eyes tightly together, then she slowly sat up. She didn't want to talk to him, but his persistent energy was overwhelming. "Why do you find my relationship with Barnes interesting, Zemo?"
His eyebrow raised like he was surprised he asked. "You don't even hide it."
Marcella blinked at him. "No."
Zemo walked around the couch and sat down beside her after she moved her legs. He leaned back on the pillows, arm outstretched. "You've experienced much of the same trauma in Hydra. It's created a very unique bond between you. You must remind him of the past, as he does for you, no?"
