Pleasure Remains the Same -Helmut Zemo(eventual winterbaron) x Reader

Continued 15

Two days later, everything nearly goes to shit.

It happens during a particularly delicious lunch. You've got a mouth full; salmon with bright cherry tomatoes on a bed of spinach and perfectly ripened avocado with a lemon vinaigrette. You wash it down with a gulp of crisp white wine that Zemo has picked himself and manage to swallow before you laugh as Bucky goes on telling some wild story about one of his many adventures with Sam.

The day is about an hour away from reaching pure perfection and there's a lightness in the air on board the yacht. This temporary domestic life of luxury suits you all so well that your hazy days of bliss and nights spent sleeping in a pile like some feral pack have spoiled you all rotten —well maybe not last night actually, now that you think of it. In spite of taking a little hiatus, sex comes in many forms and you didn't get to sleep until well after midnight as you'd been too busy bringing Sergeant Barnes to a stunning climax using just your hands while Zemo pulled the leash clipped to your collar for once and buried his cock so deep in the man you both love that the combination of Bucky's moans and your high pitched cries from Bucky's metal hand working wonders between your legs set them both off; Bucky spilling onto your fingers, Zemo gasping in your ear as he emptied into James.

Fucking hell...

"Wait, who ended up in the dumpster?" You ask blinking back to the present, attempting to be a part of the conversation.

"We both did!" Bucky says and Zemo snorts a laugh.

"Why wouldn't you just shoot the assassin!" Zemo asks actually sounding annoyed as he leans forward. "All of the do-gooding! It's ridiculous sometimes."

You've lost the plot but it's fun watching them.

Bucky shrugs, his vibranium thumb casually stroking Zemo's fingers that rest so comfortably in his hand. "Hey, I offered. Sam just wasn't on board." He jokes— you think.

"Super heroes," Zemo's eyes practically roll out of his head.

You laugh again and take another bite of lunch, turning your face to the warm winds of the nearing Mediterranean and close your eyes to listen to the waves. You feel so at peace here. Shocking how quickly that can be taken away.

It is the silence of all things that ends the tranquility.

You can sense that things are too still and quickly open your eyes, looking back and forth between them.

Zemo quickly pulls his hand away, Bucky tosses his napkin down. It is that same look they both had the other night, but amplified. This time there is no guess work to be done. They know.

"One?" Zemo asks, his head tilted.

"But large." Bucky answers, his head down.

They are both listening.

"What is it?" You ask, your arms tingling with adrenaline already.

"Quiet." Zemo snaps.

You clamp your mouth shut and look over your shoulder. From the top deck you see nothing but blue water, but when you turn back to the table, their bodies are frozen in place and you see the same look of survival in two sets of eyes.

"Five minutes?" Bucky asks him.

Zemo shakes his head "Three." He's already starting to rise and nearly knocks his chair over he's behind you so quickly. He lifts you up from yours before before you can finish you bite.

He's got you by the arm, pulling you towards the stairs and away from Bucky who's gone full soldier, drawing guns from under the table that you never even knew were there.