An Unexpected Return

"I don't know what you’re talking about!" The Baron huffed out.

Bucky stared at him, tears filling his eyes, "You’re lying." He bit his lip, "You remember, you just don't want to take responsibility! You asshole!"

Bucky clenched the knife in his hand charging at the Baron pushing him against the wall pressing the knife against his throat. His jaw clenched as he tried hard not to cry before the man in front of him, and to especially not believe him. Zemo blinked back at him, he truly did look confused. Breaking the silence Zemo spoke.

"I didn't have a choice." He spoke softly, not breaking eye contact with the man, "You know that."

"You fucking killed him! It was never the same!" The tears streamed down his cheeks, "You killed him! And just left me!" He paused body weakening as he sobbed, "us.. You left us."

Zemo brought his hands up to comfort the man getting rejected with a push and a step away, the knife dropped from the blonde's hand and he turned away.

"You’re not joining us again.. not after everything you did, we don't want you back." Bucky breathed out.

"Just take me to whoever's in charge-" He's cut off by the other man speaking.

"It's Me!" He barked, turning back.

A soft smile crept onto the Baron's face, "You were always the best, it's fitting."

"Don't say that!" He snapped, "Take this as mercy, I won't kill you if you just leave us alone"

The Baron sighed. "I never wanted to leave you guys but after Sokovia fell.. I just had to."

"We don't want you."

"Let me prove myself." The Baron's head fell and he put his wrists together as a sign of submission.

Bucky left. Zemo followed, nobody spoke.

#

Entering the metal warehouse the Baron's eyes wandered.

"This our new place?" The Baron questioned.

"It's hard to get one when you’re not backed by the government.. and are all criminals."

Zemo nods, glancing around. His attention is caught by a loud screech. A chair falling over, and a man quickly walking towards him. The man opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out, he looks to Bucky for help. Bucky opens his mouth to say something taking a few seconds too long.

"Samuel.. I know this is quite a shock-" The Baron spoke.

"We thought you were dead." Samuel spat broaching the man's personal space.

A firm hand on his chest and a glare stopped him in his tracks.

"Don't tell anybody. I'm dealing with this, we can talk about it later." He glared until the man went and sat back down.

"Come with me." He demanded and Zemo followed.

They went into a big room section of the warehouse, presumably Bucky's. It had a small bed with Wine coloured sheets, a matching carpet and a desk, it mimicked Zemo's old office.

Bucky grabbed Zemo's jaw, pulling him in close, tilting the Baron's head to the side, his eyes focused on the scar on his neck.

"Pathetic," He grumbled.

"It's not like i could have kept it," He mumbled.

Bucky let go of his jaw causing Zemo to stumble back.

"Are you serious about wanting to join again?"

He stayed silent before nodding.

"Make me believe it. Will you do whatever I say? Sleep where I tell you to sleep? Kill who I say for you to kill?.. " He eyed Zemo in attempts to intimidate but he wasn't phased.
"Even if it's you."
Zemo nodded unquestioningly. Bucky sighed and opened a drawer, he retrieved a long needle and a small jar of ink. Bucky nodded towards the desk, Zemo moved and sat on the desk. Bucky positioned himself between Zemo's legs and dipped the needle in the ink, Zemo tilted his head back. Bucky slowly started to pierce the needle into his skin over and over, hot breath against The Baron's neck.

Zemo whimpered softly then mumbled, "It was quite a different time when I did yours.." He swallowed.

"Don't move." Bucky grumbled.

Zemos breath hitched but they continued.

#

Zemo observed the tattoo in the mirror, watching as blood slowly pricked the surface of his skin. While poorly done the tattoo didn't look bad, it's just a sort of c shape with a spike at the end, a scorpion's tale. As small as it was, it meant everything, he could never turn back now.

"You'll sleep in my room tonight, since i haven't told them you're here." He started in a commanding and cold but quickly became a mumble feeling small compared to the man.

"Thank you." The Baron's accent thickened in delight.

Bucky nodded, not looking at him.