Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

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It isn't long until the screen turns on and suddenly, I can see all of The Avengers sitting around a table similar to ours with Steve standing in the front with his arms crossed that has him looking very professional and ready to get down to business. Zemo looks the same and shuffles through some of his papers that were sat in front of him while I take a minute to look around the screen seeing Steve's two friends from earlier sitting at the table behind him along with a man with a goatee, a man with dusty brown hair and an angered look, a black haired man whose neck looks like it's turning green and a dark brown haired man sitting in the very back, not looking at the screen at all.

He peaks my interest like he doesn't have any care in the world with his eyes down in his lap where he holds a small red notebook and a pen to write things down. If I listen in close enough and focus, I can hear the charms on his right wrist jingling with every scrawl he makes on his paper as he occasionally looks up and I see his blue eyes dart around the screen before scratching down some new words and after a few glances, I finally know what he is doing. He is writing down every major feature of every person in this room. He readjusts in his seat and only then, I can see the black and gold hand that holds up the back of his notebook that rests on his crossed legs.

"Captain." Zemo speaks with politeness. "How good it is to see you." He greets

"Why are you doing this, Zemo?" Steve asks in an annoyed tone that sounds authoritative after getting right to the point it seems like

He knows his stuff.

Maybe he's done this negotiating thing before.

At least, that's what I gathered from Zemo's head when I dropped in there for a second.

"Doing what, exactly?" Zemo plays dumb. "Inviting you in for a little chat? If you're upset that I didn't send Turkish delights, we can reschedule if you'd like and I'll make sure they get out there." He sarcastically offers, still in his kind tone

"Cut the shit, Helmet Zero." The man with the dark neatly styled hair and goatee says while standing up from his chair. "We know why you wanted to call us and you know why we answered."  He crosses his arms knowingly

"Do you now?" Zemo raises and eyebrow

"To taunt us with our missing Avenger standing behind you." He nods and my eyebrows furrow

Missing Avenger?

"Oh, no, no, no, no." He lets out an air filled chuckle as he shakes his head. "You see, something was stolen from me and I only got some of it back." He starts

"So, you want us to help you?" Steve already cracks down on his thoughts

"I wouldn't say 'help'." He tips his head from side to side. "I would almost use the word 'compromise'." He says and that makes the brown haired man's head lift up

"A compromise?" The man with the blue glowing chest repeats. "You want a compromise instead of giving me my kid back?!" He starts to yell and I squint my eyes a little at his familiar, loud tone

He is unable to control his emotions.

Remember that, солдат.

"Tony." Steve mutters quickly and harshly to calm the angered man down who I look at a little more and now that I think about it, the name fits him better than any other name I've been trying to identify him with. "What kind of compromise?" He asks and Tony huffs an angered sigh while throwing his hands in the air, giving up

"I've lost some money." Zemo sighs in loss when looking down at his papers. "Around eighty three million to be exact and I would like it back." 

"So, go get it." Tony bites out