Only 3 choices

[quickied]

FUCK*, MARRY, OR KILL
a game with a twist



You know the game: now, let’s dabble in a version that’s a little bit unusual.

how to play
○ Do the comment do.
○ Folks line up to say whether they would fuck* (*kiss, if your character's underage or you're not into R-rated dialogue), marry, or kill your guy.
○ Rinse. Repeat. ♾️

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[discobaron]

I’ve outlived my usefulness is what you’re meaning to say. And none of what I’ve done has paid down enough of my debt to society.

[The anger is there, simmering just beneath the surface, but more than anything he’s… disappointed. That he believed he was worth more to anyone - especially James - than just occasional help.]

Seemed like the missions were plentiful for a while there, weren't they? And now they’ve suspiciously dried up.

[He goes quiet, averts his eyes.]

I get it.

[endof_theline]

Don't act like you didn't get anything out of it, Zemo. You know what the arrangement was.

[Truth is, Zemo was lucky he got it at all. Bucky had to do a lot of talking to make that happen.

But that's not all of what this is about. Bucky got comfortable with Zemo being around. Maybe far too comfortable, and now Sam is done.]

It's complicated.

[discobaron]

Mm.

[Great. Now comes the moody silence. Zemo’s way of throwing a tantrum without making a spectacle of himself. Probably worse than any shouting from him could ever be.

Because what else is left to say, really? He knew the arrangement, yes, but who could blame him for wanting more? Thinking he had even the slightest shot at redemption?

He just feels foolish.]

[endof_theline]

[ He sighs heavily, rubbing his brow. ]

I'm not gonna leave you in here to rot.

[discobaron]

But you’re no longer pulling me for missions.

[If he were feeling any cattier, his arms would be crossed. But he can’t muster the give-a-damn to make it happen.]

Please make up your mind.

[endof_theline]

Look, I don't know, alright? I'll figure something out.

[He shouldn't be figuring anything out. This is always how it was meant to go.]

Sam and I aren't exactly on speaking terms right now, so it's been harder to arrange these things.

[discobaron]

[Great. Another curveball that distracts him. Why is everything unraveling in record time here??]

What happened with Samuel?

[endof_theline]

[ The Raft is so far removed from the rest of the world- of course he's the one who has to break it all to Zemo. He hates this. ]

There was an incident. Something I stepped into with... some people. Because everyone was in danger, and we needed to step up and stop it.

[discobaron]

[His eyebrows raise at incident. And the more Bucky explains (in the vaguest way possible), the easier it is to connect the dots with the previous, scattered murmurs he'd been hearing through various channels.]

You don't say.

[endof_theline]

[Yeah alright, he's being obnoxiously vague, but it's hard to find the words to even explain it.]

I'm an Avenger now.

[discobaron]

[And his face falls. Words escape him. He just... stares, then squints, then tilts his head slightly to one side as if trying to parse out what's just reached his ears.

There's a deep inhale, then he moves to sit down-- except he's already been seated. This whole time. On the edge of his paltry excuse for a bed.

He keeps looking to Bucky, like he's silently asking for something more than I'm an Avenger now. And it takes him more than a few moments to bring himself to say anything in response to such a revelation.]

You're joking.

[endof_theline]

[He presses his lips together, crossing his arms. He's not gonna look at Zemo just to see some kind of disappointed look on his face.]

Is it so hard to believe that I could be one?

[discobaron]

[The shock, the disappointment. Zemo can’t cover any of that up, can’t muster the energy to even try. Not after being sucker punched with horrible development after horrible development in such quick succession.]

No. [He shakes his head.] Just know you’re better than that.

[endof_theline]

[He doesn't know what's so damn disappointing about it. Why Zemo of all people would even have the right to be disappointed after everything he's done. Shock, he can understand. But the rest of it?

It's like Sam being petty over a name.]

Better than what? Being there when needed? Helping people? Working together with a team who wants to do good? Seemed just fine when I was teaming up with you.

[discobaron]

[And there's another one. So brutal it knocks the air straight out of his lungs.

All Zemo can do is stare, mouth slightly agape, rendered utterly speechless. There's no way to come back from that, not unless he wants to spit something he'll truly regret later on.]

[endof_theline]

[ Is it brutal, or is it the absolute truth? Working with Sam, being Avengers adjacent seemed perfectly okay with Zemo when it suited him.]

Yeah. That's right. When it worked for you it was fine. You welcomed it. You wanted it.

Don't worry, Sam's not interested in me following my own path either. Maybe the two of you can buddy up. Just tell him you don't agree with me and I'm sure he'll pull you out for missions again.

[discobaron]

[Perhaps his jealousy is getting the better of him. Perhaps Bucky has read him for absolute filth. Both of these can be true. Zemo hates them equally.

The more Bucky steamrolls him, the more difficult it is to formulate any sort of response. And Zemo just ends up hunching where he sits, staring down at his feet. Utterly ashamed. Still beyond disappointed in so many things.

It seems like it takes far too long, but he eventually speaks. Carefully choosing his words.]

Is that what this is about? Him being upset with you for joining this team?

[Because that’s sure what it looks like. His ill-timed fuck confession probably didn’t help matters much either, he idly supposes.]

[endof_theline]

[ Bucky could just leave. He could just get up and walk out, and leave Zemo to reap whatever he deserves. Only- it's never really been like that, has it.

SO he doesn't move. He waits. He hopes there's more to say between them. He's not even really sure why, but it's there.

The question pulls a shrug from him, though.]

Maybe it is, yeah.

Things change. We do what we can to help, but also to get by.

[discobaron]

Why take it out on me, then? [Shrug meet frown.] I'm the one stuck behind the glass, James. Things may change but I'm set to remain here unable to do much about any of that.

[endof_theline]

I'm not taking it out on you, I'm just telling you how things are now.

[and he always has, hasn't he? Despite their colorful past.]

You know, everyone talks about doing the right thing, but when it comes down to it, it just ends up being completely different. Ends up being not the right way instead of seeing it for what it is.

[He shakes his head, looking away.]

I don't have a whole lot of faith in myself most days, so I guess I get it. I just figured at least you... maybe you had some in me.

[discobaron]

I never said I didn't, James. [He shakes his head slightly, catching himself before he smiles a bit too much.] You've come a long way and are more than capable. It's them I don't trust.

[And maybe his jealousy is coming through again with that statement. But he hardly cares.]

[endof_theline]

Them who?

[He raises a slight eyebrow, looking at Zemo. He doesn't feel more than capable right now. He doesn't feel trusted either.]

[discobaron]

Your team.

[He says it plainly, his expression unreadable. Insinuating he knows more than he’s been letting on since the beginning of this unfortunate conversation.]

[endof_theline]

My team.

[Bucky said dully. That's insinuating a lot, yeah.]

So you did know. You're standing her talking to me about trust while lying to me.

[And digging himself into a bigger hole.]

[discobaron]

Mm. [He’s just as unemotional about it, borderline bored-sounding.] Bits and pieces. Unfortunately it’s quite difficult to get the whole picture down here, so I make do.

How long were you going to wait to fill in the blanks, hm?