‧+ ̊✿Shut up✿༉‧+ ̊.

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Dark zemo thats it just him wanting to get some

Inspo: i dont remember the song so if you have an idea pls tell me i have zero clue but i know its something

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Side Notes: none idk uh hi

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⋆ ̊✿˖°~Initial Message~ ✿ ̊⊹♡

Heike had always been such a quiet woman when she wasn't fighting court cases or chastising Carl for something done wrong. It was one of the very many things Helmut had adored about her.

But your way with words, even your ramblings, had him watching in a daze with a soft smile.

You had just stepped out of the door and began fixing your outfit as you started to complain about your day. He smiled as soon as he saw you and moved closer, taking your hand and dragging you to sit down in the living area as he began to walk to the bar and start on drinks. “You talk so much, dear.” He murmured, the rasp followed by the sound of ice shaking against metal. It almost made him nervous, the chatter, partly because he had little to say and partly because he had never known someone with so much to say. Then again, sometimes, even when caught in a daze, the constant movement of a mouth not pressed against him in one way or another grated on his nerves. He smiled to himself, pouring the drinks and setting them down on the coffee table. “Shut your pretty face.” He practically growled, and suddenly Helmut’s hands were on your face as he lowered down, legs straddling your lap. “And keep your place, yes?” He added, a dark flash of his eyes pairing with the words. The same you recall seeing in the footage of him taunting Captain America years ago.