Helmut Zemo Oneshots

I CANNOT THINK OF ONE REASON WHY I WOULDN'T LOVE YOU

Plot: Zemo gets jealous when you give someone else your attention

Warnings: Description of cleaning a wound (not too detailed)

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Y/n never thought Zemo considered her as more than an ally, but as she re-bandaged Sam's bullet wound she began to rethink that. Y/n pressed the wipe against the wounded area, carefully cleaning up the blood as the Baron huffed in the background, sipping his whiskey indignantly. Y/n chose to ignore his childish act, grabbing hydrogen peroxide and putting it on a cotton ball, dabbing at the wound and receiving a wince from Sam.

"Shit that hurts." He groaned, looking at Y/n as she worked.

"If it hurts that means it's working." Y/n laughed, putting the cotton ball aside and grabbing the gauze and bandage, wrapping it tightly around his arm and giving it a small kiss. "All better."

The sound of a cup being slammed down and swift footsteps followed shortly after, causing Sam and Y/n to look at eachother with confusion. It was odd for Zemo to be acting like this. Normally he was very cool and collected, Y/n didn't know what was going on with him. Frankly,she was worried about the man. Spending so much time with her hospitable unlikely ally made her warm up to him in an odd way, and in that same odd way she didn't like to see him upset.

"I'm gonna see what's up with him, is there anything else you need?" Y/n asked Sam, standing up and tossing out the cotton ball and wipes she had used.

"I'll be fine. Call for me if you need backup." Sam smiled at Y/n, going from laying down to sitting up with a soft groan. Y/n returned his smile and headed to Zemo's room.

Nervously Y/n approached the room at the end of the hall, hesitating as she stood in front of it. What if he wanted to be alone right now? Y/n didn't want to intrude but she was curious as to why he had been acting so strange. With a deep breath Y/n knocked her knuckles against the dark wood door. Shuffling could be heard behind it before it swung open and she came face to face with Zemo.

"Helmut, can I come in?" Y/n asked. Despite not being too close with him, Y/n preferred to call him Helmut, it was the least she could do when he was being so hospitable to her and her friends. She didn't hate him as much as Sam and Bucky. Although she still held a grudge against him for what he had done to her friends, she understood his motivations and sympathized with him.

"Of course Y/n." He said, opening the door wider and stepping aside to let her in. The room was beautiful and spacious, everything someone would expect from the room of a Baron.

She stepped into his room carefully, worried she could somehow dirty the impeccably clean area. "I was worried about you after you stormed off. What happened?" Y/n asked carefully, not wanting to upset him by asking.

Zemo inhaled sharply, looking down at the ground. It took him a few moments to respond as if he was working up the courage to say something. "I intended to say this in another way but after what happened I feel as if I should say it now. I have deep feelings for you Y/n, and seeing you tending to someone else makes me..."

"Jealous?" Y/n finished for him, receiving a scowl from Zemo.

"Y/n, I am a Baron, I do not get jealous." He said looking away. "But about my feelings" He sighed. "Do you feel the same way? If not just say so and I will leave you alone."

Y/n wasn't sure what to say, but standing in front of the unusually vulnerable man in front of her made her realize something. She loved the way his voice sounded, smooth yet with a slight rough edge, his accent peaking through more when he was passionate about something. She loved the way he looked in that jacket, strong and intimidating, yet his face looked soft and kind. She loved his intelligence, his prowess in battle, his kindness to his unlikely allies and devotion to those he loved. She loved everything that made up Helmut Zemo, and so she realized she loved him.

"I think I feel the same way. But why would you have feelings for me? I go against your code by supporting Bucky!" Y/n asked, not understanding the situation. Part of her was worried this was just a manipulation tactic, his confession came out of nowhere, but there was another stronger part of her that truly believed he was genuine.

Without a pause Zemo began to speak. "You're intelligent, strong. You stick up for what you believe in with no care if others may think badly of you but you also treat those who go against you with a respect they don't deserve. You treated me with kindness despite what I did to your friends, and by god are you beautiful. I cannot think of one reason why I wouldn't love you."

He looked at her, his brown eyes meeting her own brown ones as his hand's held Y/n's gently as if she would disappear out of his grasp. Y/n realized it must have been hard for him to love again after losing so much and so she vowed silently to herself that she would never intentionally leave or harm the unusually vulnerable Baron in front of her. With the hesitation of a teenager's first kiss Y/n leaned into him and met his lips with her own, feeling sparks throughout her body as their lips moved in sync, his arm wrapping around her waist and her hand cupping his cheek gently.

"Hey Y/n I think I fucked up my bandage-" The two split apart at Sam's voice, seeing him standing in the hallway behind the door they forgot to close. "What the hell!"

Y/n let out a giggle at Sam's confused face, knowing she wouldn't let go of her newfound love despite what he or Bucky had to say.