||Safe House||

I'm woken up to the sound of a car door closing.

Shit! When did I fall asleep?!

I shift in my seat quickly as my door is opened.

"Good, you're awake," Zemo says, "I don't have to carry you then."

He starts walking away and towards a cabin.

I unbuckle and get out, quickly checking that my phone is still in my sports bra, before I close the door and follow him.

We're surrounded by trees, the chirping of crickets, frogs, and other night creatures awake and lively.

He opens the door, flicking on the lights as he waits for me to enter. He quickly closes and locks the door once I do.

It's small and quaint, almost like some of the cabins I used to stay at in Gatlinburg, Tennessee with my family when I was a kid. A decent sized kitchen is to my left, a small circle dining table to my right, a love seat and arm chair sit past the dining table, with a tv mounted to the wall. There's a stair case to the left of the living room leading up to what I assume to be bedrooms.

"There's a half restroom there," Zemo points to a door just past the kitchen, "the one with the shower is upstairs in the master bedroom."

He walks around me and to the kitchen where he pulls out a bottle of bourbon and two glasses. He pours two glasses and slides one across the counter to me before taking a sip of his own.

"Not even gonna ask how old I am?" I take a sip of the alcohol, loving the burn on the way down.

"Doesn't really matter," he shrugs, setting his glass down, "you definitely seem like you need it after the day you've had."

"Fair enough," I take another drink.

"But just out of...