[ It's true! Just look at him, he's gorgeous. She'd thought Bucky had been pretty dapper back in their day, but Zemo's a whole other level. Like, those gloves had to be real leather. More importantly, he's got that easy, earnest charm that didn't make her feel like she wanted to punch him.
God, she really is smitten. She must look like an idiot because she can't stop smiling. It's already a shame he's let go of her. ]
Lunch sounds great. Coffee, too. Afterward, if you want.
[ She almost visibly winces. How desperate does she sound? But if they're going out, might as well make the most of the day, right? ]
Of course I want. You won't be getting rid of me that easily, you know.
[Coming from anyone else those words might sound more like a threat. But Zemo's so charming, his tone anything but malicious. There's a lightness there, laced with the softest chuckles of amusement. His hand casually brushes against hers as they banter, leather-clad fingers seeking any trace of intimacy his date will allow before they're even away from the curb.]
We simply can't drive around with the top down on empty stomaches. Or enjoy more fine art without an espresso or two.
[The fine art being hers, of course. He hasn't even seen it yet, but he's laying it on thick. Because a part of him knows it will be good - simply because she's the one who's produced it.
He'll just slip his fingers into hers, nice and gentle, letting them entwine so he can lightly tug her in the direction of the car. Consider the passenger door being held open for her once they get there - because it's the proper, gentlemanly thing to do.]
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[ It's true! Just look at him, he's gorgeous. She'd thought Bucky had been pretty dapper back in their day, but Zemo's a whole other level. Like, those gloves had to be real leather. More importantly, he's got that easy, earnest charm that didn't make her feel like she wanted to punch him.
God, she really is smitten. She must look like an idiot because she can't stop smiling. It's already a shame he's let go of her. ]
Lunch sounds great. Coffee, too. Afterward, if you want.
[ She almost visibly winces. How desperate does she sound? But if they're going out, might as well make the most of the day, right? ]
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[Coming from anyone else those words might sound more like a threat. But Zemo's so charming, his tone anything but malicious. There's a lightness there, laced with the softest chuckles of amusement. His hand casually brushes against hers as they banter, leather-clad fingers seeking any trace of intimacy his date will allow before they're even away from the curb.]
We simply can't drive around with the top down on empty stomaches. Or enjoy more fine art without an espresso or two.
[The fine art being hers, of course. He hasn't even seen it yet, but he's laying it on thick. Because a part of him knows it will be good - simply because she's the one who's produced it.
He'll just slip his fingers into hers, nice and gentle, letting them entwine so he can lightly tug her in the direction of the car. Consider the passenger door being held open for her once they get there - because it's the proper, gentlemanly thing to do.]