The front line starts at our back doors, 'cause bygones won't be bygones.
WHO: Captain America asoldierfirst, Baron Zemo exceedmyself
WHERE: Not far from the MAC
WHEN: Backdated to the day of Cap's arrival in the City
WARNINGS: Nah probably nothing terrible
SUMMARY: So these two guys who've spent like decades annoying each other and only recently have this tiny spider web's thread of possible maybe okay kinda trust are hangin'. Fireworks.
FORMAT: I don't mind at all I'm just gonna do whatever
Mask or no mask? Magnanimity, or smugness? An open hand or a closed fist? So many decisions. Zemo could have teleported to the location presented him instantly, but he valued the time to think more - would never admit it took a few minutes to formulate ever-shifting plans, and although he'd expected to tangle with the man sooner or later, it was never with America in a vulnerable position. Never.
He hadn't dared to hope, if the truth be known. Now he was in an excellent position to offer his assistance - as he had before - gain a further psychological advantage.
Old habits died hard, and although Zemo had no desire to fight, he was preparing for the possibility as he rounded the corner, masked and prepared to be sunshine and light.
Oh Captain, we've both been inter-dimensionally kidnapped, let's make the best of it.
"America, we've much to discuss."
WHERE: Not far from the MAC
WHEN: Backdated to the day of Cap's arrival in the City
WARNINGS: Nah probably nothing terrible
SUMMARY: So these two guys who've spent like decades annoying each other and only recently have this tiny spider web's thread of possible maybe okay kinda trust are hangin'. Fireworks.
FORMAT: I don't mind at all I'm just gonna do whatever
Mask or no mask? Magnanimity, or smugness? An open hand or a closed fist? So many decisions. Zemo could have teleported to the location presented him instantly, but he valued the time to think more - would never admit it took a few minutes to formulate ever-shifting plans, and although he'd expected to tangle with the man sooner or later, it was never with America in a vulnerable position. Never.
He hadn't dared to hope, if the truth be known. Now he was in an excellent position to offer his assistance - as he had before - gain a further psychological advantage.
Old habits died hard, and although Zemo had no desire to fight, he was preparing for the possibility as he rounded the corner, masked and prepared to be sunshine and light.
Oh Captain, we've both been inter-dimensionally kidnapped, let's make the best of it.
"America, we've much to discuss."