Helmut Zemo Oneshots

FREEDOM

Plot: You broke into the raft to reunite with your imprisoned lover Helmut Zemo, no longer caring what your old friends the Avengers would think of you.

A/n: This is short and pretty uneventful. I'm not that big of a fan of it but I wanted to get something out. Don't worry I didn't forget about y'all, I'm just a bit off schedule right now!

Warnings: Guns, mentioned helicopter crash

The plan was simple on the outside but made of so many complicated variables that it made your head spin. Despite the headache you got just by thinking of it, you knew you had to go along with it. You had to get him out. Before you would have scoffed if anyone were to tell you you would fall in love with Baron Helmut Zemo, you would have burst into laughter if someone told you that you would betray your friends' trust and use your influence as an Avenger just to get him out. But love is a strong emotion that changes a person, just like betrayal and longing. You felt them all deep inside your body, threatening to spill out in the form of tears and screams, yet you somehow managed to contain them despite the struggle.

You could imagine the looks on your former friends' faces when they found out who was behind the ingenious breakout of the criminal, the disappointment they would feel, the betrayal that would fill their thoughts as they wondered what went wrong with you. They believed he was bad and so they had him locked up. In your mind he wasn't the criminal they described, they didn't know him as well as you did. They didn't understand his emotions and reasonings that in your eyes justified his actions. Because of this you couldn't bring yourself to care about how the others would feel about your actions. They didn't matter. The second Bucky had Zemo sent to the raft after he had deemed him useless to the fight against the Flag Smashers was the second your comrades were against you.

The halls were empty as you marched down them, the red flashing lights and blaring alarm indicating an emergency filled your senses, but you didn't care. You had tunnel vision in a way, the only thing that mattered to you was Zemo and being back in his arms. It was pitiful how easy it was to divert attention away from the area where his cell was. All it took was a helicopter crashing into the opposite side of the building, a few bribes, and the use of Friday who had listened to you easily due to your close friendship with Tony before his passing to replay old footage on the security cameras. You had expected to meet more resistance as shown by the the guns held in each hand and strapped to your back, but instead there was no one around. It was almost disappointing.

The sound of other prisoners shouting at you to help them managed to be audible over the sound of the alarm. You didn't pay attention to them despite their pleas, they weren't who you were looking for. You approached the cell with the least amount of movement, looking to the bed where a man sat reading silently as if the chaos wasn't bothering him but you could tell from the clench of his jaw he was starting to get annoyed. Luckily, you were there to put an end to his suffering. Putting a gun you held into its holster, you reached into the pocket of your pants, pulling out a key card you had stolen on your way in and pressing it against the scanner. The red light turned to green and you opened the door, making Zemo look up from his book with a curious glance.

"So it was you who caused all this commotion, liebling." He stated, closing his book and sitting up. "Now the question is, are you here to free me, or for another reason?"

"I'm here to free you of course." You smiled at him, resisting the urge to run over to him and press your lips against his, craving the feeling of his kiss that always soft but managed to be filled the passion that a rough one would contain.

"I doubt your Avenger friends were too happy when you told them your plan." He stood up, stretching his arms. His comment made you scoff, causing him to tilt his head. It was a gesture he didn't seem to aware of doing but it made you feel soft and happy whenever he did. You loved all his little mannerisms, they all made him himself.

"They don't know." You explained, grabbing your bag off your back and pulling out a uniform for him to put over his own clothes. You doubted you would encounter anyone, but it was a precaution. If anyone didn't look too close at him he wouldn't be recognized. You had also arranged for someone to bring in a corpse that looked close enough to Zemo to give you both some time where you weren't being hunted down by the governments of the world to get to your safehouse where you would live peacefully, but that wouldn't come until you were both long gone.

"Oh really?" He hummed, taking the uniform from your hands, you felt a spark just from the brush of his hands against your own. "It seems as if I've corrupted you schatz." he said teasingly as he put on the uniform over his prison clothes, knowing he wouldn't have the time to change properly from the way you were tapping your foot.

You grabbed his hand and turned around to leave when he pulled you back into him, grabbing your face within his hands and pressing his forehead against your own in a tender gesture of affection. "Ich Liebe dich." He muttered his love for you before giving you a small peck on the lips, pulling away with a soft smile plastered on his face. "Let's get out of here, shall we?"

You handed him the gun you had placed in your holster earlier, still holding one tightly in your hand, the cold metal pressing into your skin. There was no turning back now, you were a criminal now and enemy to your friends. However, you found out that inside you didn't care. You didn't want to turn back to your former life because now you had Zemo, the man you loved more than anything. The sacrifice you were making for him and the way you would miss your now former friends paled in comparison to the way you felt for Zemo. You would sacrifice even more if it meant you would get to have a happy ending with him.

You nodded. "Yes, lets go." You held his hand tightly as you left the cell and into the flashing red corridor of the raft, freedom awaiting you both. The freedom to love each other without fear or being ripped apart or judged. The freedom to belong completely to each other. What greater freedom could there be than the freedom to love him freely?