The Unknown

Helmut Zemo

Lightly laughing at the guards face Zemo walked up to the man with a glass of champagne in his hand, "What do you mean she hasn't returned?" He asked,

"She hasn't returned back to her apartment in almost a month. We don't know where she is."

"Give me her name again?" He asked as his hand hinting he was listening for a name.

"Y/n Stark." A slight smile appearing on his face,

"That's right. Y/n, our only Level 5 weapon?" He asked, the guard nodded. Sitting back down on the edge of his desk setting his glass down he looked back up at the guard, "I've never met anyone so powerful before the transformation,"

The guard looked at different areas around the room confused as to why Zemo was rambling to him, but nevertheless he listened, because it was his job.

"She turned down the offer of becoming an Avenger, refused to take the super soldier serum when SHEILD asked for volunteers. She's a good kid, smart and talented. We gave her the best powers we could give a prisoner."

Picking his glass back up he took a few more sips of his drink finishing it ending with an 'Ahh' sound after feeling refreshed.

"Have you called Mark? I know how close the two have become since working together." He asked.

"We've tried everything we can."

Shaking his head Zemo smiled, "No, no you haven't. If you did she would be back at the apartment or in this secret building." Standing up from his desk he walked up to the body guard fixing his suit.

Pulling on the collar wiping the lint off, he smiled. Moving down he fixed the tie of the mans suit tightening it till it was hard for the guy to breath then he stopped. Moving his hands up to the mans shoulders he lightly hit them with the back of his hand.

"I expected more from you Lamar. You're supposed to be the best, thats why I recruited you." Zemo sighed walking back to his desk sitting in his seat. "If I have to do all the work you all are useless to me."

"Sorry sir." Lamar responded clearing his throat from the tightness around his neck.

"So formal," Flipping through a few papers on the desk he looked back up at the man in front of him, "If she doesn't return in a couple of days, send out Guard Test Subjects 5 and 9, we want the best to catch her." he said flashing a smile.

Lamar nodding his head walking out of the office, as soon as the door shut he loosened his tie resting his hands on his knees as he caught his breath,

Letting out a laugh another man came from around the corner, "He tightened your tie again didn't he?" The guy teased kicking Lamar's foot just to annoy him.

"Keep your voice down or he'll call for you next Adrian." He said standing back up straight, the two guys laughed as they made there way to walk around the building keeping the area clear.

Zemo continued to sit in his seat leaning forward on his desk as he pulled a book from the draw beside him. He looked down grabbing the book and brought it to top of his desk beginning where he left off last.

Opening to the saved page, a picture of his wife and son slipped through the crack. Picking it up slowly he set the book down as a finger rubbed over the torn and folded picture.

He was doing it for them. He started this organization for them. Y/n wasn't killing regular innocent people she was killing super soldiers and powered people who've caused destruction.

Ironic given the fact Zemo allowed over 200 of his workers/prisoners to touch the Mindstone he found once the Avengers broke up for a short period of time after there final fight with Thanos.

But he didn't see them as bad, or trouble. He gave them powers to allow them the chance of helping the world so no one else innocent dies because they happened to be in the area.

But then there were those who took advantage of the free opportunity, who tried to run away with the powers they were given but he would send Ozenik to find and kill them before they could get to far.

Sniffing he took the cuff of his coat placing it under his nose to stop the tears that were forming in his eyes.

Letting out a sigh he placed the picture against a broken snow globe that sat on his desk that his wife had gotten him for the holidays, that last gift before her death.

Smiling at the picture Zemo picked his book back up flipping through the pages till he found the right one and continued his relaxing read.