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Whumpcember day 8: Faked Death
Day 8: Faked Death
Falcon & Winter Soldier, Sam & Bucky & Zemo, gen (which could also be Sam/Bucky if you like)
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"For the record," Sam said, "just for the record, Zemo, you are a — Bucky, what's the word I want here —"
"Son of a bitch?" Bucky suggested from his seat at the kitchen table. "Idiot? Incredibly annoying pain in my—"
"This is not the warm welcome I was expecting," Zemo said.
Sam balled up one of Sarah's dish towels and hurled it at him. Months of throwing the shield had given him a lot of accuracy as well as truly impressive throwing muscles. Zemo caught it before it hit his face, and said, startled, "Ow."
"You can't just fake your own death and show up two months later in my sister's kitchen, man. That is so incredibly not on that I'm not even going to dignify it by calling it a plan because it really, really is not."
"But it worked," Zemo pointed out. "It got me out of the Raft."
"Just ask us next time!" Sam said in exasperation. "We can do something!"
At the table, Bucky topped off his coffee and reached for the creamer. "Oh, I break him out of prison and it's all 'Bucky, what have you done, I'm never speaking to you again,' but you offer to break him out of prison—"
"Shut up," Sam said.
"Coffee?" Bucky asked.
"Thank you," Zemo said politely. "Yes, please." He edged a little further into Sarah's kitchen, removed a pile of game cartridges and a cereal box from the other end of the table, and sat down.
"I'm not speaking to either of you," Sam said.
"That's going to make dinnertime really awkward," Bucky said. He poured Zemo a cup of coffee, held up the pot and gestured to Sam's cup. Sam gave serious consideration to dumping the dregs on him, then held it out and let Bucky top it off.
Previous days:
Day 1: Hypothermia (Biggles)
Day 4: Shortness of Breath (Biggles)
Day 5: "I hate you!" (Biggles) (Also on AO3 - "Gold from Sand")
Full list of prompts (on Tumblr)
Falcon & Winter Soldier, Sam & Bucky & Zemo, gen (which could also be Sam/Bucky if you like)
--
"For the record," Sam said, "just for the record, Zemo, you are a — Bucky, what's the word I want here —"
"Son of a bitch?" Bucky suggested from his seat at the kitchen table. "Idiot? Incredibly annoying pain in my—"
"This is not the warm welcome I was expecting," Zemo said.
Sam balled up one of Sarah's dish towels and hurled it at him. Months of throwing the shield had given him a lot of accuracy as well as truly impressive throwing muscles. Zemo caught it before it hit his face, and said, startled, "Ow."
"You can't just fake your own death and show up two months later in my sister's kitchen, man. That is so incredibly not on that I'm not even going to dignify it by calling it a plan because it really, really is not."
"But it worked," Zemo pointed out. "It got me out of the Raft."
"Just ask us next time!" Sam said in exasperation. "We can do something!"
At the table, Bucky topped off his coffee and reached for the creamer. "Oh, I break him out of prison and it's all 'Bucky, what have you done, I'm never speaking to you again,' but you offer to break him out of prison—"
"Shut up," Sam said.
"Coffee?" Bucky asked.
"Thank you," Zemo said politely. "Yes, please." He edged a little further into Sarah's kitchen, removed a pile of game cartridges and a cereal box from the other end of the table, and sat down.
"I'm not speaking to either of you," Sam said.
"That's going to make dinnertime really awkward," Bucky said. He poured Zemo a cup of coffee, held up the pot and gestured to Sam's cup. Sam gave serious consideration to dumping the dregs on him, then held it out and let Bucky top it off.
Previous days:
Day 1: Hypothermia (Biggles)
Day 4: Shortness of Breath (Biggles)
Day 5: "I hate you!" (Biggles) (Also on AO3 - "Gold from Sand")
Full list of prompts (on Tumblr)
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"Shut up," Sam said.
LOLOL! Excellent.
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