(𝟮.𝟭) 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 ➣ {𝕤•𝕨} ❘ [𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 - 𝖊𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

⁵¹ 𝙉𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚

Reading through a report, Zemo walked into a coffee shop. The bell dinged above the door as she pushed it open. He walked towards the table on the far end and sat on the chair, placing the file on the table and reading the last bit of it.

He heard footsteps growing nearer towards his table and shut the file immediately, stuffing it into his backpack beside him. He did a double take at the blonde barista who halted in front of his table, holding a notepad, ready to take his order.

"Hello sir, welcome to—"

"Hello Elizabeth," Zemo gave a genuine smile.

The barista gave a weird look, "I'm sorry?"

"I'm just coming after dropping by Colonel Karpov," he continued, unfazed, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you—" but before he could finish, cool, sharp metal was pressed to his left wrist, pinning his hand down to the table.

"Another word," the blonde warned him and nodded towards the dagger pressed horizontally against his wrist, "One slit on you radial artery, you'll pass out in thirty seconds and die in 2 minutes."

Zemo nodded in amusement. "Move," she instructed him in a dangerous voice that he complied at once.

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 After reaching a deserted corridor deep within the café , Elizabeth let go of Zemo's collar that she had had a firm grip over this entire time. She pushed her apron aside, pulled out her pistol, and nudged his back with it harshly, causing him to stumble a few steps forward, "Who sent you?"

"I have no intention in harming you, Elizabeth," Zemo raised his hands beside his head and spun around to face her, "I just want to negotiate. It seems we both have a common goal," he pointed between themselves.

"Which is?" she arched an eyebrow, gripping the gun tighter and draping a finger over the trigger.

"To tear the Avengers apart," he replied and she narrowed her eyes doubtfully, contemplating whether or not she could trust him. Seeing her shoulders slump slightly, he took a step forward, "If you help me get to Barnes, I can assure that you can get to Dmitri. Isn't that what you were trained for. To eliminate her?"

Slowly, Elizabeth lowered her gun, "I'm all ears."

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