Title: I'm the Bad Guy (duh)
Author: Angelina
Fandom: MCU
Rating: K-11
Paring: Helmut Zemo/John Walker
Warnings: slight dom/sub undertones & SPOILAA The Falcon and the Winter soldieria
A/N: Oon rakastunu Zemoon, sue me pt 2
Haasteet: Ime kappale tyhjiin (Billie Eilish - bad guy) ja Kerää10 hahmolla Helmut Zemo
I'M THE BAD GUY (duh)
SO YOU'RE A TOUGH GUY“You could start by telling us why you broke him out of prison.”
John Walker goes for his Captain America voice which does not impress Zemo the least. He raises his brow at the American, taking in the man’s aggressive posture.
Fake, Zemo thinks to himself,
and so easy to readHe tries to walk past Walker who stops him by putting his hand on Zemo’s chest.
Acting on impulseNo finesseZemo finds himself almost disappointed.
While Sam tries to reason with Walker, all it takes is a gentle touch on his arm and Walker lets him go.
InterestingLIKE IT REALLY ROUGH GUYWhen Walker whips out the handcuffs, Zemo is actually surprised.
“Aggressive,” he says, his voice almost suggestive, “but I get it.”
Walker cuffs him to the metal door and turns away, but Zemo is not done with him.
“Although it seems that you’re overcompensating, but…”
Walker’s body jerks and Zemo hides his smile. It really is almost too easy to get the man all riled up, and Zemo enjoys every second of it.
Before he has time to blink Walker is back, pushing him roughly against the door.
“Shut up, crook.”
“My apologies,” Zemo says innocently, ignoring the slight pain.
JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH GUY“You took the serum.”
It’s not a question, Walker doesn’t deny it, and it makes Zemo almost disgusted.
“How disappointing.”
There’s blood on Walker’s face, on his hands, and all over his suit - not to mention the shield, which he dropped on the ground the minute he stepped into Zemo’s hideout.
How he found out about it, Zemo doesn’t ask.
“I didn’t mean to,” Walker whispers and his voice wavers. “I don’t know… I can’t… I need…”
He pleads, probably not sure what for, but Zemo gets it - he saw it the minute he laid his eyes on John Walker.
Too easy“On your knees,” Zemo commands and Walker drops immediately. His eyes are glazed, staring at Zemo, and he’s waiting for an order like a good little soldier.
He is exactly like Zemo expected him to be underneath all that façade.
“You’re going to do exactly as I say.”
CHEST ALWAYS SO PUFFED GUYFour members of the Flag Smashers were killed today in a car bomb attack -Zemo reaches for the radio, turning down the volume and smiling to himself.
The enchanted Flag Smashers were gone, and without them, the group was practically nothing. It all went according to Zemo’s plan - sometimes his brilliance amazed even himself.
A few hours later loud yells come from the Raft’s maintenance center, making Zemo sit up. There’s shouting, gunshots, loud grunts, and then complete silence.
The door to the cell block opens, and John Walker is standing in the doorway, his eyes searching around the room, almost desperately. His gaze lands on Zemo, and in a few quick steps, he’s standing in front of the glass door.
Zemo has clearly underestimated the man before - he has turned out to be most useful to him.
When the door opens, Zemo steps out, grabbing Walker’s chin.
“You’re late.”
I'M THAT BAD TYPE“Contessa is planning on something big,” Walker informs the minute he steps into the hotel room.
“Hmm,” Zemo says, swaying the whiskey tumbler in his hand, not bothering to get up from his chair. “But we already knew that, didn’t we?”
“She doesn’t give me the details.”
Walker’s voice is a little hesitant, apologetic almost.
Zemo hides his smirk.
“Maybe you should try harder. You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”
He takes a sip of his drink, and Walker starts to fidget under his gaze, unsure what to do next.
Their arrangement has been successful so far, and Zemo has decided to let Walker live at least as long as he proves himself useful.
Zemo tilts his head, raises his brow and looks down. He doesn’t have to say anything - Walker is on his knees in an instant, like so many times before.
“You know what to do.”
