His Inconvenience

The Quote

Zemo's POV
I bang my head against the door once, letting out a frustrated groan.

This woman is going to make me do something I'll regret. I just know it.

I run my hands across my scalp and down my face, pissed off at myself for losing control like that. I head upstairs, passing the restroom that y/n has locked herself in. I can hear her quiet sobs as I sit down, pressing my back to the door.

"I'm sorry, Darling," I sigh, "I didn't mean to upset you. I just saw the way he was looking at you and in all honesty," I take a deep breath, "I was jealous. I didn't want his eyes on you, I didn't want him touching you at all. I wanted to shoot him just for the way his eyes were wandering."

She remains silent.

"I love you, y/n," I say softly, "in every sense of the word. I love the way you curl up into the smallest ball you can while you sleep. I love the way your face scrunches up when your angry with me. I love the way you sing and dance while you cook. I love the way you look in my clothes. I love your voice when you sing. I love the way you laugh when I tickle you. I love the way you fit in my arms perfectly. I love the way you make me feel alive again."

Silence still.

"Those first weeks we were together were the best weeks I've had in seven years," I hear her shift on the other side of the door, "you brought back a man I didn't think I could be anymore."

The door suddenly opens and I fall back, finding myself looking up at her. She's up on her knees, hand still on the door handle. Her eyes are a bit puffy and her mascara is streaked down her face; she's still beautiful. She sinks down to where she's beside me. Her lower lip quivers a bit as one of her hands gently caresses my cheek.

"Why do you have to be so perfect?" She looks at me like she's trying to memorize my features and another tear escapes her eye.

I reach up to wipe it away. She grabs my hand and holds it to her cheek as more tears fall and I slowly sit up, my hand never leaving her face.

"Why can't you make it easy to forget you?" She sobs.

"Because I don't want you to forget me," I carefully pull her to my chest where she sobs more.

"The story will end and you'll be gone," she clutches my shirt, "and I'll be stuck with the loss. Not you. Me. You won't exist anymore."

"You don't know that," I cradle her head and rub her back, "we can figure out how to keep you here."

"All stories come to an end."

"It doesn't mean it's not real," I hold her tighter, "you haven't looked at the quote yet have you?"

Y/n's POV
"Quote?"

"In the ring," he specifies, "you haven't seen it have you?"

"You actually put a quote in it?" I pull away to look at him.

He takes my hand and slides the ring off my finger.

"Everything I said about the ring was true," he places the ring in my open palm.

I carefully pick it up and look at the inner part of it.

'It will always be real to me'

New tears leak from my eyes.

"I love you," his hand cups my cheek, bringing my gaze back to him as he wipes away my tears.

"I love you, too," I sob as he rests his forehead to mine.

He kisses my cheek then the corner of my mouth.

"Are you hungry?" He ask, pulling back just enough to look at me.

I nod slightly.

I am hungry, having not eaten since early this morning.

"Good, I have plans for dinner?" He smiles before kissing my forehead, "I'll let you change, and I'll go down and start dinner."

I nod as he helps me to my feet. He takes the ring from my hand and slips it back onto my finger.

"My bedroom is just two doors down," he says while tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, "you can change in there."

"Okay," He wipes away the last of my tears.

He kisses my forehead again.

"I'll meet you in the dining room when you're done." He lets me go and I head for his room.

I immediately go to his closet and find one of his sweaters. I take it off the hanger and go into his bathroom. I quickly strip out of my other clothes and wipe off the little makeup I have on before slipping the sweater over my head. I'm in nothing but my underwear and his sweater now, and it feels right; it feels like home.

I throw my hair up in a messy bun and head back downstairs to find the kitchen.

It's not hard since the smell of Alfredo and garlic bread leads me to it.

Zemo had his back to me as he hums to himself while cooking. I quietly come up behind him and wrap my arms around his torso, resting my head on his back.

"I hope you like pasta," he says,.glancing over his shoulder at me.

"I love pasta," I smile softly.

"Good," he turns around in my arms so that he's facing me.

He kisses the tip of my nose, then my cheek, then finally my lips.

This feels right.

This feels perfect.

"I have wine for us, too," he says smiling down at me.

"You're too perfect," I peck his lips again.

"Only when I have you with me," he kisses me back.

I wish this could last forever. I wish I could stay with him.

Maybe we can find a way. Maybe I can stay.

What's the harm in trying?

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Am I loved again?