Riley's Girl

Old Friend

"Wait old friend? Y/N? What? Zemo?" Sam frantically asks whilst staring at you wide eyed.

You gasp and dramatically clutch at your chest, pretending to wipe away tears "Zemo, I'm hurt. You didn't tell them about us?" You tease.

Sam however, was not pleased with the teasing nor being left in the dark. He shuffles in his sears, banging his hands against the counter top drawing everyone's attention to him. The outburst took you by surprise Sam, never lost his cool.

"Will someone tell me what is going on?" He now demands, the feeling that flickers in your stomach was hard to ignore, but for now... you had to.

Zemo puts his hands up in surrender "Okay, so I maybe have withdrew the part where I myself know Y/N...personally." He adds a hint of mystery to his voice and you already know what road Sam's mind is going down.

The glare and judgy eyes that were searing into the side of your head confirmed, he was definitely thinking the worst. Overthinking as usual, but you couldn't allow his thoughts to go n, you tut and wince at him.

"Samuel, I can hear your disgusting thoughts and it was entirely business, never ever pleasure." You state.

"If that's the case, why did you two act as if you didn't know each other?" Sam was now the sceptical one, it made you smirk. Until you saw Bucky's face, he agreed with Sam, his early trust he had a slither with you, gone.

"I didn't. He did." You glance at them both with furrowed brows and see them think for a beat before they share a look, the realisation that you're right. "There is no love lost between me and the baron here. Hence the sass." You shrug,

Then Sam's imaginary lightbulb goes off, he whips his head up, looking between you and Zemo, the glare still there, the jealousy starting to seep through... at least you hoped it was jealousy.

"Wait though, this doesn't make sense... he's been in prison? How exactly do you two know each other?" He asks.

Naturally Zemo starts to run his mouth "Well when you went to join the Avengers, lovely Y/N stayed-"

"That's none of your concern Sam." You immediately cut the baron off before he can finish that sentence and give everything away to Sam. "Look, as the sergeant said, we have a problem." You and Bucky sigh in unison "Karli wants to meet with us."

You wait for a beat, watching him take that information in, seeing the cogs on that brain of his come up with contingency plan after contingency plan.

"All three of us Sam." You say carefully.

"Well that can only end well for you all." Zemo smug face was getting on every last nerve that was in your body, but you know Sam and Bucky would get in trouble if he ended up dead after escaping prison.

"When?" Sam blurts out, his focus was solely on you.

You gulp "now."

"And what's the plan?" Bucky now asks, all serious. The non lethal world war 2 soldier mode was activated. Sam was ready as always for a mission, his face was expressionless, he would of been a great poker player, if he ever tried.

"Well the plan Mr Barnes, is we go. But I don't go anywhere without a back up plan. Do you trust me?" You ask honestly.

They both hesitant instantly, sharing a wary look. Even Sam, you look at him in the eye and see a look you'd never hoped to see in his eyes... worry. Not for the plan, not for Karli, but for you.

You had to swallow the lump growing in your throat, try and shrug the pain away. "Very well. If that's the case you either come with me and trust me, or stay here and know nothing whilst distrusting me." You play it off as you don't care, when you were now physically feeling the pain.

He doesn't trust you anymore... how far had you fallen?