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There was dust everywhere after you had hit the ground. Another day, another fire fight with the Flag-Smashers. Sam had actually gotten through to Karli, but then Walker had to bungle the whole thing up, which led to fighting.
Because nothing was ever simple.
Your body was heaving and the huge lump on top of you was not any help at all, even if he did just save your life, again.
The man who saved your life, glanced around to see the fighting had moved into the warehouse outside the alleyway you were in.
He dropped his protective hold on you, but still hadn't made an immediate move to get off you quite yet.
"You know, we really should stop meeting like this," you wheezed, each word sounding labored from the wind getting knocked out of you.
The man looked you over for any injuries and brought his right hand up to brush some of the dirt off your face.
"Apologies. We do seem to be making a habit of this, don't we?" he huffed out in mirth, his eyes shining like fire from the excitement of the fight. You could feel his entire body humming with energy and adrenaline.
You half-heartedly chuckled at his response and the hilarity of the situation. Not even a week ago, if someone had told you Helmut Zemo would be saving your life, you would have asked them to go get their head examined.
But now, things were different. Whoever said, life comes at you fast, wasn't kidding.
You frowned as you saw a portion of Zemo's coat had been torn. You reached out to check the bullet hole, patting the area to make sure he was okay. His watchful gaze was following your every movement, until he waved you off.
"It hit the outer layer of the coat, and only grazed me. I'll be fine," he said endearingly.
"You coat's sacrifice will not be in vain. I will avenge it," you said with as much seriousness as you could muster in the moment.
Zemo must have seen the mischievous look in your eyes, because he dropped his head onto your chest and started chortling with laughter.
You would be the only two people who could find amusement in a time like this.
It's partially why you were drawn to him.
After a few moments, Zemo lifted his head to study you, face hovering over yours.
You were enraptured by his focus and couldn't help but bring ones of your hands to grab the lapel of his coat to hold onto him, unconsciously tugging him closer.
He didn't resist. You saw him drop his gaze down to your lips and back to your eyes before lowering his head nose brushing against yours softly.
Just when you swore he was about to kiss you, a loud crash rang out.
You both were startled from the disruption. The moment broken, you both turned your heads in the direction of the crash. From what you could see, Bucky had thrown Walker through one of the large windows of the warehouse.
You could see him leaning out to get a glimpse of his handy work and also make sure John wasn't hurt too terribly. Probably.
"You two going to sit there all day or let Sam and I do all the work?" he yelled from above.
Right.
You sighed and tilted back to look at Zemo and shook your head.
"We should probably..." you trailed off, motioning towards where Bucky just ducked back inside.
"Yes, of course, apologies," Zemo stated before scrambling to get off your body.
He offered his hand to help you up, which you took graciously.
"We'll talk about this later," you said, gesturing to the ground where you both laid moments ago.
"Fair enough," Zemo relented.
Zemo grabbed his guns from his holster and handed one to you.
You eyed the gun with trepidation. Generally, you weren't a gun person, but given the circumstances, you knew your friends needed your help.
You took the gun from him and released the safety.
Zemo gave you a nod of approval before jutting his head towards the warehouse.
"Shall we?" he voiced.
"Together?" you smirked at him, readying yourself for the next round of fighting.
"Together." Zemo agreed, his eyes ignited with fire.
You both ran into the warehouse and never looked back.