BERLIN, GERMANY; In the secure chamber at the Berlin UN bunker, Helmut Zemo continued to be contained in his prison pod, his ankles cuffed to his chair. It was silent. As it tended to be. But when red blaring alarms went off, he knew something was wrong.
He heard men grunts outside, like someone was fighting them off. And then something was slammed into the doors outside of the chamber. He eyed it confused.
After a moment, he lightly flinched when the chamber doors busted open by red magic. And immediately walked in a woman with long, silver hair, and glaring blue eyes.
Allie Rodgers, with hair extensions, walked right up to Zemo's cage, glaring at him as Wanda Maximoff slowly walked in behind her, eyeing the man in the cage down. But Zemo — he just smiled.
"You know...I was wondering when you figured it out," he said as Allie's glaring state stayed the same, "Although, I was expecting Tony Stark rather than...you."
"Where is she?" Allie sternly asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry, what were you expecting would happen?" Zemo asked, "You come roaring in here with a glaring pout, and I'd just immediately tell you?"
"Don't make me ask again," Allie practically growled, her fists clenching.
"Threats...Threats only make me more hostile to tell you," Zemo said as Wanda stared at the man irritated, "I imagine by now...she's so weakened by what they've done to her...she can barely talk. Or keep her eyes open. Or even breath."
Allie slammed her fist against the glass cell, causing a tiny part of it to crack. This caused Zemo to smirk while Wanda stepped towards Allie, reaching for her. "Allie...Allie, come on," she said, gently pulling her away from the cell. Allie reluctantly stepped away, keeping intense eye contact with the man. But once enough away, Wanda immediately turned to Zemo, her green eyes glowing red.
"Now...you're going to tell us where Emma Stark is..." Wanda held up her palms, flickering her red magic towards Zemo, and a small wave of red magic flickered over his eyes and head, "...whether you want to or not."
His eyes shut, tensing up. And Wanda slowly flickered her eyes closed, seeing what she needed to. The warehouse. The men holding Emma hostage. And the address Zemo sent all his information over.
Wanda opened her eyes again just before Zemo's shot open, a gasp leaving him. He stared at her shocked while a small grin came over her. "I have it," she told Allie, keeping eye contact with Zemo. And with that, she turned around, her red hair swaying as she went. Allie stepped in front of Zemo again, her head tilting with a smirk.
"Thank you for your cooperation," she said before slowly backing up, and leaving the room as Zemo watched her go in pure irritation.
NEW YORK, UNITED STATES; Later in the afternoon, Allie stood in her room, polishing her gun whilst wearing her Miss America suit when there was a knock at her open door. She didn't look back to see who it was, she just continued to keep her back to the door and polishing the gun. "What?" she asked.
"I got a very interesting phone call from Secuatary Ross..." the voice of Tony Stark said. Allie dully straightened up before turning back to face him, finding him leaning against her door frame, arms crossed. "It seems someone broke into Zemo's cell...with the assistance of a little red-head Sokovian."
Allie just frowned her lips, shaking her head. "That's weird," she said.
"What were you thinking?" Tony asked, storming into the room, and up to the super soldier.
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