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. ♾️

Comments

[endof_theline]

I'm still not sure you're entirely serious.

It's not a thing I care to catch on to.

[discobaron]

[Trying not to roll his eyes. Of course no one wants to believe him even when he’s at his most honest. Occupational hazard he supposes.]

So what would it take to convince you I am? If you end up do caring about catching on.

[endof_theline]

[What the hell.]

Zemo. What is this? Seriously?

[discobaron]

A failed confession I obviously haven't thought through well enough.

[endof_theline]

[Alright, Bucky. Breathe. He's actually pretty shocked. Is he shocked because he didn't know, though? Or is he shocked because he never thought it would come to this.]

I don't really know what to do with this. Sam is going to kill me.

[discobaron]

[Is he scowling? Just a bit. But his tone remains even.]

How does Samuel factor into this? This matter is between the two of us. [A beat, a consideration…]

Unless…

[Fill in the blanks there, Buck. If you dare.]

Look. You don’t have to do anything, James - if that’s what you truly desire. I figured since we’ll be working together for the foreseeable future I might as well be honest and upfront concerning mine.

[God forbid he makes things weirder, right?]

I can pull back if my advances are unwelcome.

[endof_theline]

Because he's already got enough issues with me as it is.

[Would this be fuel on the fire? Probably. Absolutely. He shouldn't even be telling Zemo this much.]

I don't think we'll be working together all that much anymore. We're not pulling you out for missions.

[That doesn't really answer the rest of it though, does it.]

[discobaron]

[HOLD ON]

What? Why? James…

[Now Zemo’s been knocked off-center, struggling to keep his cool as he visibly goes through this soul-crushing surprise.]

We had an arrangement. [He scoffs.] You’d rather leave me there to rot? After all this?

[endof_theline]

...

[Bucky's suddenly a lot more bothered by this than he should be- or thought he could be.]

The arrangement was that we'd use your expertise for missions when needed, and you'd have time out from the Raft while doing so.

[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.