"What do you mean Zemo isn't here?" Bucky and Sam shared a serious look before turning back to the nervous prison warden.
"He hasn't been here since the blip. We all thought he was dusted like the others, but 6 months ago when prisoners just started popping up he wasn't there."
"And you mean to tell us that one of the world's most wanted men is just out there and you guys didn't try finding him?" Sam questions, crossing his arms in frustration.
"We sent word to SHIELD, but we just didn't get word back." The prison warden explains, holding his hands up in defense. "We figured they were just busy with that whole town witch thing in Westview."
Sam and Bucky both looked confused, what happened in Westview?
Shaking it off, Bucky quickly asked, "You guys don't have any idea where he is? No leads?"
The man shakes his head no, "There was a lot of chaos going on when half the inmates and your co-workers started turning to ash. We figured that if he didn't blip then we must have escaped during the mess."
"Did anyone in the time he was here visit him?" Sam knew it was a long shot because who was going to visit Zemo?
"Actually, he surprisingly did." The warden types something into the computer and brings up an image of a woman with a mask on with a pair of sunglasses. Her outfit looked like something that Cruella De Vil would wear.
"Looks like someone that Zemo would know." Bucky says, seeing how odd the woman was. "Who is she?"
"Her ID was scanned as Davina Becker, but after doing some search we found that Davina Becker died in the fall of Sokovia."
"If she died then who is she?" Sam voiced, while Bucky at every detail of the zoomed in photo.
"Davina Becker was once a famous Ballerina at the Bavarian State Opera in Munich. She was known as a German Sweetheart, beautiful but only locally known."
"Did anyone she worked with still work at the Opera?"
"Yes, Frankie Tykwer. She teaches there now."
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Sam and Bucky drove 6 hours from Berlin to Munich, still bewildered on how Zemo has been running freely for the past 5 years without anyone's knowledge. Not even Wakanda and the Dora Milaje knew about this? It just didn't make sense to them.
The two men walked into the Opera house mid rehearsal, causing the performers, more like their director, to pause their actions.
"Wer unterbricht meine Tänzer in einer Zeit wie dieser? (Who is interrupting my dancers in a time like this)?" The redhead spins herself to sneer at the two switching from German to English. "Americans, I swear you interrupt everything. Well, why are you here?"
"Wait, you speak English?" Sam exclaims, while the judging eyes of Bucky and the redhead makes him blush in embarrassment. "Right, sorry."
"Okay, uh are you Frankie Tykwer?"
"Yes, why?"
"Did you know Davina Becker-"
"Shush!" The woman says, looking back at her dancers in a panic. "Ruhet euch alle eine Stunde aus, ich komme wieder. (Everyone rest an hour, I will be back)." She then pushed Sam and Bucky towards the dressing rooms. "Come with me."
She led them through the dressing rooms where girls blushed and giggled as they passed. Sam and Bucky even threw them a wink and smirk, but Frankie rolled her eyes at their cockiness.
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Underneath the Sycamore (Helmut Zemo)
Fanfiction~Well I was such a wretched man Searching for a homeland, And now we are under the same sun Feel it through the leaves, let it heal us We are the same, We are both safe, underneath the sycamore~...
