Discovery// Helmut Zemo // (2)

3. Feel you

'This is weird.' Carmen admitted once Bucky and Sam were asleep. Zemo stared back at her, moving to the seat next to her.

'What is?' he mused. She pressed a hand to his cheek.

"This. I can touch you, feel you, right here, no restrictions.' Carmen said with a smile.

'I much prefer this to the cage.' Zemo told her, running a hand up her thigh. Wrapping his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her to him their lips molded together. He pulled her into his lap and Carmen stretched out on him, leaning back against his shoulder with her head in the crook of his neck. He was supporting her with one arm around her, the other across her lower body with his hand trailing under her shirt pulling at the button on her jeans, long kisses and bites along her neck. His hand buried between her legs, his fingers nestled deep inside her while his thumb rubbed in slow, agonizing little circles on her clit. Carmen opened her mouth to say stop, but she didn't want to him to stop she wanted more. She just didn't want Bucky and Sam sleeping a few feet away from them. she didn't want to be quiet.

'Problem?" he questioned his voice a purr in her ear. Her voice stuck in her throat as she tipped her head back into him, his chuckle vibrated along her spine adding to the pleasure. But a snore from Bucky's lips pulled him away slightly leaving her feeling on the verge before that feeling faded quickly.

'Plenty of time for that darling.' Zemo told her. His arms encircling her gave her a deep and comforting sense of something she had never felt before, being protected...nurtured...loved.

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'Baroness Zemo. Has a lovely ring to it. Ahh speaking of rings.' Zemo pulled out a beautiful ring. Holding it out to carmen. 'Can't be my baroness without the ring. 'Carmen swallowed the lump in her throat but held out her hand. Zemo slipped the ring on. He held her hand in his for a moment longer before her eyes met his. 'Beautiful,' he said looking right straight in the eyes.

'Alright love birds let's get this over with.' Bucky barked.

'We have to do something about this I'm the only one that looks like a pimp.' Sam remarked

'Only an American would consider a fashion forward black man to be a pimp,' Zemo told him 'you look exactly like the man you're supposed to be playing sophisticated Charming, African-American Conrad Mac the smiling Tiger.'

'He even has a bad nickname,' Sam said looking at the picture zemo held out on his phone, 'hell he does look like me.' Sam remarked handing ZEMO his phone back

'You smell that?'

'What is it? Acid?' sam questioned

'It's mandipoor... no matter what happens remember you must stay in character our lives depend on it there's no margin for error.' Zemo told them as they approached the car.

'What's that?' Bucky pointed to a town in the distance.

'High town...' Carmen told them.

'That is not a bad place to visit but low town is the other way.' Zemo remarked holding onto her hand as they walked.

'And let me guess we don't have any friends in high town?' Sam asked as they got into the car.

'Ex black widow turned therapist and a fugitive on the run.' Carmen told him as zemo opened the car for her. 'What do you think Sam?'

Their car was surrounded by six motorcycles as they drove down the road with guns at their hips and masks on their faces Bucky and Sam got worried as they got deeper and deeper into low town. But carmen wasn't worried at all, these people were her people. At least they used to be. The riff raff, the trouble. She was good with trouble. She had been tame too long it was time to get back to her roots. The people, the weapons it's lawless ways we're certainly still in full swing.