The Twin Flame: Grumpy x Sunshine

The Man

"They'd say I hustled, put in the work. They wouldn't shake their heads and question how much of this I deserve...."

"Would you give them up?" Zemo asks you, his forehead covered with a cold compress after Zemo complained about his head being sore after John confronted him about the serum vials.

You took the slightest amount of solace in the fact that the vials were all gone. Now, no one could have them. Not John Walker. Not the Flag Smashers. Not even the Power Broker.

You sit on the couch, staring at the massive fracture in the column once again. You don't even have to think about it before you reply, "If I had the opportunity, yes."

"No hesitation. Very impressive," Zemo commends, laying on the couch perpendicular to you. He sits up, watching you intently as he speaks, "You can't hold out hope for Karli. No matter what you saw in her, she's gone. And we cannot allow that she and her acolytes to become yet another faction of gods amongst real people. The enhanced individual, they cannot be allowed to exist."

"Isn't that how gods talk?" Sam prompts, pausing his typing on his laptop. He turns himself on the stool to glare at Zemo, "And if that's how you feel, what about Bucky? What about her? Blood isn't always the solution."

Bucky quickly strides into the room, only just getting back from another sweep of the area to give him peace of mind. "Something's not right about Walker."

"You don't say," Sam sarcastically mutters.

Bucky haphazardly tears off his jacket, tossing it onto the back of the couch. "I know a crazy when I see one. Because I am crazy."

"Can't argue with that."

"I don't think you're crazy," you kindly offer. "You're like me and I'm not crazy."

"Yeah," Sam looks at you with his lips pulled in and his eyebrows comically raised. Sam nods, patting the marble column with the large crack in the center from your earlier outburst. "You're both the picture of mental health."

"Just another reason you shouldn't have given him the shield," Bucky snarks.

"For the last time, I didn't give John the shield!" Sam borderline shouts, clearly frustrated with the subject at hand.

"Well, Steve definitely didn't. Which actually brings me to another question," Bucky whirls around to pointedly stare at you. "Did you know he was going to do that?"

"Me?" you scoff, standing up off the couch with a huff. "No, he was too busy lying to me!"

"Lying?" Sam repeats in disbelief. "You left! You just up and left!"

"I didn't just leave!" you loudly fume. "You knew where I was going!"

"No, I didn't! Because you lied to me!" Sam accuses. "Are we just moving past the fact that you lied to me and then stopped speaking to me? No phone calls. Not a single text message. Nope, I had to ask Joaquin to make sure you weren't lying dead in a ditch somewhere!"

"I only omitted, I never lied! And why would I be lying dead in a ditch anywhere?" you rant.

"I don't know! It's an expression and it's also still a lie!"

"Honesty is always the best policy, Sam," Bucky smugly adds.

"And don't even get me started on you," you furiously retort, pointing at Bucky while still glaring at Sam. "You lied just as much as he did!"

Bucky sputters for a moment, turning to you with wide eyes, "What? How does that even-?"

Before Bucky can finish his defense, the door flies open again. John stands at the center of the door with Lemar at his side, he harshly commands, "Alright, I order you to hand over Zemo right now."