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His Inconvenience ~chapter two
||Diner||
We've been driving in silence for about two hours now. I want to go to sleep and hopefully wake up in my nice comfy bed, but I'm also afraid that this isn't a dream and that I really just got kidnapped.
I've texted Milo and Lixi hoping that maybe could give me some sanity, but neither of them have responded.
It was almost 8pm when this all started, meaning, if the concept of time is still a thing, that it should be almost 10pm there as it says it is on my phone. The time on the clock in the car, however, says it's half past 1pm.
My stomach begins to growl.
Damn it was a bad idea to skip lunch.
We keep driving in silence, my stomach growing louder as we do.
3pm rolls by and we haven't stopped at all. I'm now painfully hungry.
"We're coming up on a town," Zemo suddenly says, "we'll get something to eat there."
I just nod and pull my knees closer to my chest.
How the hell did I even get here?
We get into the town within twenty minutes or so and Zemo quickly find a place behind some of the buildings to hide the car he gets out and goes to the trunk searching in it for a moment before coming and opening my door.
He hands me a large, purple button up shirt a small belt and a pair of black flats.
"Put these on," he pulls me by my arm so get out of the car and looks around to back sure no one is near by.
I slip the flats on quickly, then pull the shirt over my shoulders. It's big enough that it goes to my midthighs like a dress, covering up my black short shorts. I button it and take the small belt and tighten it around my waist then roll the sleeves up to my elbows.
All in all it doesn't look half bad.
Zemo looks down at me before he reaches for my hair.
I flinch a bit, reminders of what happened the last time he reached for me flooding through my mind.
"Hold still," he growls.
I hold my breath as he combs his fingers through my hair, making me look more presentable.
"It'll have to do," he sighs before grabbing my arm and pulling me along.
"I can walk on my own," I yank my arm from his grip only for him to turn to me with a terrifying expression.
He grabs my arm again and yanks me to him.
"Don't think for a second that I'm not still willing to just be rid of you," he says through clenched teeth.
I can feel the barrel of the gun against my side.
"Understood?"
I nod quickly and he pushes my back just enough that we can begin to walk.
He leads me to a small, mostly vacant diner. He pulls me close to him with his hand around my waist and draws a fakes smile into his lips.
"And what can I get for the lovely couple?" The man behind the counter asks us smiling.
Couple?
The fuck?
"A number 2 for me please," Zemo says without missing a beat, "what would you like, Darling?"
Heart you better calm the fuck down. Now is not the time to fan girl.
"Uh a number 2 as well please," I didn't even look at the menu so I'm not even sure what I just ordered.
"I'll have those right out," the man smiles at us as Zemo leads us to a booth at the back of the restaurant after paying.
He pushes me into the booth a bit harshly but not enough to hurt me or cause heads to turn and takes a seat across from me.
I keep my eyes down at the table, still trying to process everything.
How the hell is this possible? I shouldn't be here!
"What are you thinking about?"
My eyes shoot up quickly and find Zemo staring at me.
"I'm asking myself why I'm even here," I say without really thinking.
"You're here as my leverage," he says matter of factly, "I lose you, I lose my leverage."
Leverage.
Perfect.
I roll my eyes.
"And what if I don't want to be your leverage?"
"Well there's always option 'b'," he lowers his hand to the gun in his jacket pocket, "but of course I don't think you would like that option."
I shake my head and lower my gaze again.
"Here you go," a woman sets down our food, giving us a sweet smile, "let me know if you're need anything else."
"Thank you," Zemo gives her one of his charming, fake smiles.
"Thanks," I mutter looking down at the food.
It's a large salad, topped with grilled chicken, bacon bits, and ranch. My mouth waters at the smell of it as I pick up my fork, careful not to look to eager.
"So," Zemo speaks after I take a few bites, "what is your name, Darling."
I swear to God. Heart is you don't stop, imma carve you out of my chest with a damn spoon.
"Y/n," I answer before taking another bite.
"Well, y/n," he takes a bite of his own salad, "it looks like I'm going to be stuck with you for a while."
"Wonderful," I mutter.
"Not really. Dragging you along is going to be quite an inconvenience for me."
I almost drop my fork.
Inconvenience.
His Inconvenience.
I'm his inconvenience that he has to drag with him.
Great.
Just great.
Of all the things that could happen.
Of all the people it could happen to.
"Where are you planning on going?" I try to keep my composure as I stare down at my food.
"And why should I tell you that?" I can hear the smirk in his voice.
"What does it matter?" I look up to find him indeed smirking, "if I try to tell anyone, you'll kill me. If I try to run, you'll kill me."
He thinks for a moment studying my face.
"I suppose you're right," he looks back down at his food and takes a bite before looking back at me, "we will be going to Berlin, Germany, I have some... colleagues there that I need to get a few things from."
I nod and look back down at my food. My appetite is suddenly gone,.but I'm not sure when the next time I'll get to eat is so I force myself to keep eating.
God I just hope this isn't one of those stories where I get Stockholm syndrome.
Actually, I kinda hope it is.
Wait what?
No!
I'm not a stupid bitch!
Then again it is Zemo.
Ight you know what brain imma yeet ya outa my head.
What the fuck is wrong with me?!
We finish eating and Zemo take care of our trash.
"Are you ready, Darling," he asks, coming back to the booth and offering me his hand.
I nod and take it as he pulls me to him again, keeping me close as we go back to the car. He lets go of me and opens the passenger door for me and I get in, not wanting him to push me in the car as he did earlier today.
He gets in the driver's seat and starts the car before driving off again.
I yawn as I look out the window.
"If you're tired, sleep."
"And risk having no clue what you're doing to me? Yeah no thanks."
"I may not be above killing you," he says with an underlining chuckle, "but I'm not going to touch you. I don't rape women."
Still, I scoot farther away from him, propping my head up on my arm against the window.
"Uh huh, sure," I turn back to the window, watching as the scenery passes by quickly.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
~~~~~~
Hey guys, I hope you guys like this so far!! I'm so excited for the next part already!! Make sure to check out my other stories too!!
~Milo💜
© ~0ptical_Illusion
We've been driving in silence for about two hours now. I want to go to sleep and hopefully wake up in my nice comfy bed, but I'm also afraid that this isn't a dream and that I really just got kidnapped.
I've texted Milo and Lixi hoping that maybe could give me some sanity, but neither of them have responded.
It was almost 8pm when this all started, meaning, if the concept of time is still a thing, that it should be almost 10pm there as it says it is on my phone. The time on the clock in the car, however, says it's half past 1pm.
My stomach begins to growl.
Damn it was a bad idea to skip lunch.
We keep driving in silence, my stomach growing louder as we do.
3pm rolls by and we haven't stopped at all. I'm now painfully hungry.
"We're coming up on a town," Zemo suddenly says, "we'll get something to eat there."
I just nod and pull my knees closer to my chest.
How the hell did I even get here?
We get into the town within twenty minutes or so and Zemo quickly find a place behind some of the buildings to hide the car he gets out and goes to the trunk searching in it for a moment before coming and opening my door.
He hands me a large, purple button up shirt a small belt and a pair of black flats.
"Put these on," he pulls me by my arm so get out of the car and looks around to back sure no one is near by.
I slip the flats on quickly, then pull the shirt over my shoulders. It's big enough that it goes to my midthighs like a dress, covering up my black short shorts. I button it and take the small belt and tighten it around my waist then roll the sleeves up to my elbows.
All in all it doesn't look half bad.
Zemo looks down at me before he reaches for my hair.
I flinch a bit, reminders of what happened the last time he reached for me flooding through my mind.
"Hold still," he growls.
I hold my breath as he combs his fingers through my hair, making me look more presentable.
"It'll have to do," he sighs before grabbing my arm and pulling me along.
"I can walk on my own," I yank my arm from his grip only for him to turn to me with a terrifying expression.
He grabs my arm again and yanks me to him.
"Don't think for a second that I'm not still willing to just be rid of you," he says through clenched teeth.
I can feel the barrel of the gun against my side.
"Understood?"
I nod quickly and he pushes my back just enough that we can begin to walk.
He leads me to a small, mostly vacant diner. He pulls me close to him with his hand around my waist and draws a fakes smile into his lips.
"And what can I get for the lovely couple?" The man behind the counter asks us smiling.
Couple?
The fuck?
"A number 2 for me please," Zemo says without missing a beat, "what would you like, Darling?"
Heart you better calm the fuck down. Now is not the time to fan girl.
"Uh a number 2 as well please," I didn't even look at the menu so I'm not even sure what I just ordered.
"I'll have those right out," the man smiles at us as Zemo leads us to a booth at the back of the restaurant after paying.
He pushes me into the booth a bit harshly but not enough to hurt me or cause heads to turn and takes a seat across from me.
I keep my eyes down at the table, still trying to process everything.
How the hell is this possible? I shouldn't be here!
"What are you thinking about?"
My eyes shoot up quickly and find Zemo staring at me.
"I'm asking myself why I'm even here," I say without really thinking.
"You're here as my leverage," he says matter of factly, "I lose you, I lose my leverage."
Leverage.
Perfect.
I roll my eyes.
"And what if I don't want to be your leverage?"
"Well there's always option 'b'," he lowers his hand to the gun in his jacket pocket, "but of course I don't think you would like that option."
I shake my head and lower my gaze again.
"Here you go," a woman sets down our food, giving us a sweet smile, "let me know if you're need anything else."
"Thank you," Zemo gives her one of his charming, fake smiles.
"Thanks," I mutter looking down at the food.
It's a large salad, topped with grilled chicken, bacon bits, and ranch. My mouth waters at the smell of it as I pick up my fork, careful not to look to eager.
"So," Zemo speaks after I take a few bites, "what is your name, Darling."
I swear to God. Heart is you don't stop, imma carve you out of my chest with a damn spoon.
"Y/n," I answer before taking another bite.
"Well, y/n," he takes a bite of his own salad, "it looks like I'm going to be stuck with you for a while."
"Wonderful," I mutter.
"Not really. Dragging you along is going to be quite an inconvenience for me."
I almost drop my fork.
Inconvenience.
His Inconvenience.
I'm his inconvenience that he has to drag with him.
Great.
Just great.
Of all the things that could happen.
Of all the people it could happen to.
"Where are you planning on going?" I try to keep my composure as I stare down at my food.
"And why should I tell you that?" I can hear the smirk in his voice.
"What does it matter?" I look up to find him indeed smirking, "if I try to tell anyone, you'll kill me. If I try to run, you'll kill me."
He thinks for a moment studying my face.
"I suppose you're right," he looks back down at his food and takes a bite before looking back at me, "we will be going to Berlin, Germany, I have some... colleagues there that I need to get a few things from."
I nod and look back down at my food. My appetite is suddenly gone,.but I'm not sure when the next time I'll get to eat is so I force myself to keep eating.
God I just hope this isn't one of those stories where I get Stockholm syndrome.
Actually, I kinda hope it is.
Wait what?
No!
I'm not a stupid bitch!
Then again it is Zemo.
Ight you know what brain imma yeet ya outa my head.
What the fuck is wrong with me?!
We finish eating and Zemo take care of our trash.
"Are you ready, Darling," he asks, coming back to the booth and offering me his hand.
I nod and take it as he pulls me to him again, keeping me close as we go back to the car. He lets go of me and opens the passenger door for me and I get in, not wanting him to push me in the car as he did earlier today.
He gets in the driver's seat and starts the car before driving off again.
I yawn as I look out the window.
"If you're tired, sleep."
"And risk having no clue what you're doing to me? Yeah no thanks."
"I may not be above killing you," he says with an underlining chuckle, "but I'm not going to touch you. I don't rape women."
Still, I scoot farther away from him, propping my head up on my arm against the window.
"Uh huh, sure," I turn back to the window, watching as the scenery passes by quickly.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
~~~~~~
Hey guys, I hope you guys like this so far!! I'm so excited for the next part already!! Make sure to check out my other stories too!!
~Milo💜
© ~0ptical_Illusion
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