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[baron_purplemask]

 Helmut Zemo was both used to getting what he wanted and knowing when he wasn't going to get the thing he wanted without respect and work. His feelings for James Barnes we a good example of this. He wanted the other man, had since they'd first "met" but he'd been consumed by his grief and rage and hadn't really had time to think about his wants. Six years in prison had given him time to think more and the want grew. So when James returned and broke him out, Helmut decided to see if he could slowly get what he wanted. 

It took time and a lot of give to earn the small amount of trust he had received and while most people might have gone insane with the waiting, Zemo was good at playing the long game. Though tonight he was feeling a bit less like waiting. He assumes it's the adrenaline from the fight, he isn't sure, but he knows he wants more than he's ever wanted before.   

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[not_a_commie]

Bucky could feel the tension rising between them, it took him a while to start to build trust with Zemo. It took the rest of the team a while too. Bucky had done things out of grief and anger, that he later regretted hell Steve had too.

Helmut is still ankle monitored and crashing at his place. The adrenaline is rushing and they are in some random hotel in Moscow that probably cost more per night than his monthly rent.

He looks at Helmut, he's not sure whether that expression says I'm going to kill you or lets fuck, and to be honest there is very little difference between the two in their line of work.

He pulls off the leather tactical vest letting it hit the floor with a thud, the bullet-proof vest still on under it. "What?" He says more amused than anything.

[baron_purplemask]

Helmut glared back as he stipped off his coat and then removed his own tac vest. He is more careful hanging both up before actually answering Jame's question. "You were in rare form," he replied, his accent a bit thicker than normal. He means what he says. He is a man who enjoys watching other talented fighters and learning from them. "It was.....a delight to watch."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky rolls his shoulders tilting his head. "They were bad, bad, not annoying bad." He shrugs. "Changes the combat strategy." He licks his lips.

"This wasn't a talk down, taken in, and try to help. They were hurting kids, that pushes it close to a burn and salt."

He pauses studying the Sokovian. "You weren't bad either."

[baron_purplemask]

"They were hurting kids," Zemo replies, his voice tight. He doesn't speak much about his lost family but today he saw his son in the children being harmed and the children of the Sokovian who lost their homes and their parents. "I will never stand for that...ever." He turns away embarrassed he let more about his feelings then he normally let out.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky relaxes a little dropping the vibrato, the post-combat mask. He walks over to Zemo and puts his hand on Helmut's hip and his chin on the man's shoulder.

"Keep shoving feelings down eventually you're just gonna throw up," Bucky says pulling back after a moment. "Not one of us is okay with what was going on it's why we went in." He adds.

[baron_purplemask]

Zemo turns into the touch knowing if he does so he isn't going to be able to turn back. "I've survived as long as I have by pushing my feelings down....it's the only way to do what we do and stay sane," his accent is a bit thicker now it's an automatic reaction to talking about home. "Seeing those children...reminded me....of losses I haven't thought about in a long time."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky moves so they are face to face, he moves away from English switching to Sokovian. "S'not how we stay sane." He says "We don't feel things, we don't care, we turn into Walker, perfect soldiers, not good men." He says.

"S'okay to think about people we've lost, if I didn't think about people who were gone, I wouldn't think about any of my old friends." He pulls off his gloves letting them drop to the floor putting his hands on Zemo's shoulders.

[baron_purplemask]

Zemo managed a smile though it didn't reach his eyes. Feeling things was never something he was encouraged to do, so he just learned another way. So saying it's okay to feel thing and actually letting himself feel things is a different story. "It will never not hurt to think of them...but at least now I am not feeling rage on top of the sadness."

[not_a_commie]

"It will always hurt, yeah. But it hurts less, better than forgetting them... gotta think about the good shit." Bucky says letting out a slow breath. "Gotta think what they would want you to do, not what you think they'd want you to do." Metal fingers run down Zemo's arm.

"Gonna get the rest of my armor off... do the same, we should relax."

[baron_purplemask]

Zemo steps back gladly for the break in the tension and starts taking his shoulder holster off and setting aside that gun once he makes sure the safety is on. He then pulls a gun out of his pocket and another out of his boot. before moving to put them in the room safe. He then moves on to take off his bulletproof vest sliding out of it slowly since he was sore and the thing was heavy.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky's amused at the number of guns. "I thought you were more of an explosives guy." He sets his handgun on the nightstand.

He pulls a knife from each of his boots, and sets them next to the gun, takes off the wrist brace on his human arm holding another knife. Then his belt with his spare gun and to other knives that would sit at his lower back.

he pulls off the undershirt and kicks out of his boots with a heavy sigh.

[baron_purplemask]

Zemo rolls his eyes and doesn't bother switching back to English to answer. "Guns cause explosions," he replies as he pulls off his sweater revealing he has another gun strapped against his back He checked that one too and sets it in the bedside drawer just in case. He then kicks off his own boots and drops into one of the armchairs with a groan.

[not_a_commie]

"rocket launcher you had looked way more fun." He says laying on the floor and looking up at the ceiling arms folded under his head, he feels the joints and muscles start to relax. He wrinkles his nose for a moment and shifts pulling a butterfly knife from the back pocket of his cargo pants and tossing it toward his boots.

[baron_purplemask]

"Heavy though," Zemo replies with a quiet chuckle as he stretched his legs and hears the joints in his hips pop, "and hell on the shoulders when you need to hold it up on your own. But needs must at the time."

[not_a_commie]

"Don't think anything will feel as bad as having my arm cut off..." He jokes before he can stop himself. "Probably could handle a rocket launcher, sorry that was uh, not a joke I should have made, Steve and Sam hate when I do that shit."

Bucky puts the bottom of his feet together and pulls them closer to his groin, stretching out his hips and lower back.

[baron_purplemask]

"Why," Helmut asks with another laugh, "if we cannot joke about our tramas then they will consume us yes? The fact that you can joke is....good James. No one should be telling you what you can and can not consider funny. They just don't like it because your situation makes them uncomfortable still, but you do you as the young people say."

[not_a_commie]

"You're probably right, but Sam says I'm deflecting... or something." He shrugs stretching his legs back out, before pulling one knee to his chest, then the other. After another minute Bucky rolls to his feet and moves to flop in the armchair next to Helmut. "Does anyone actually call you Helmut?"

[baron_purplemask]

"Deflecting means you aren't facing something or ignoring it...joking about it is different."

He considers. "No...not normally. Most people would shorten it or use a nickname depending on how comfortable they were. Or in more formal cases just sir. While we had titles...it wasn't our way to use them. We suffer the way everyone else did because leading by example is more important. Hence not being open with you about it until I had to."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky pulls one leg to his chest, putting his chin on his knee, studying the man with sharp eyes. "What do you're friends call you?" He asks, "I'm not calling you Zemo forever, and I sure a fuckin' hell not ever calling you sir." He laughs.

[baron_purplemask]

"The few squad members I was close to and my family called me "Hellie," he replied, "while my name means brave protector, shortening it means helmet and it was easy for my son to understand since I wore a helmet for my job." Helmut shifts slightly to give Bucky more room. "My other nicknames were...personal and hard to translate even for someone who speaks Sokovian as well as you."

[not_a_commie]

"I said friends, not squad members but okay." He smiles nudging Zemo, a slight playful edge to it. He's not sure if he should ask about the son Zemo keeps bringing up, probably not the guy seems really raw about it still, and he can't really blame him. "We should eat or something... but I don't wanna move." He says leaning head on to the back of the armchair.

[baron_purplemask]

Helm snorts. "You do what we do and you do get close," he replied, "they were my friends and my second family." he flicks James's chin a more playful grab then the one he did months ago when trying to trick Shelby. "You do know about room service yes," he says, "they do make decent burgers here...among other things."

[not_a_commie]

"Great depression and an orphanage remember, I don't always think about just callin' someone for food." He says grabbing the hand after the flick, equally playful. "Eat out or get Steve's asthma medicine, some shit doesn't always shake out." He shrugs slowly letting go of Zemo's hand.

[baron_purplemask]

"Well for once we are going to do things the rich people way," Zemo replies, getting up gracefully and going over to grab the menu tossing it at James easily. "A good mission deserves a good meal to celebrate. Order whatever you like."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky grabs the menu and gives the man a mock scowl. stretching out into Helm's space after the man got up. Bucky flips through the menu, wrinkling his nose at the prices."These prices are fucking ridiculous... the booze makes sense. But 30 bucks for Gnocchi with bacon and cream sauce." He says looking at Zemo.