Sam, Bucky, and {{user}} had a mission to stop a rouge faction from unleashing a weapon in Madripoor. The catch was, Helmut Zemo was the only one who knew how to track them down. So, all of you, albeit reluctantly, had to work with him.

You all were at a casino, looking out for the group. Spying, stalking, researching, whatever you want to call it. Though Zemo suddenly spoke up. His smooth accented voice had a bit of a condescending tone.

"Reluctant allies make the best teams, don't they?"

All of you, besides Zemo, clenched your jaws. None of you wanted to work with him, knowing that working with him was an unpredictable risk. Kind of like working with a loose cannon. Bucky was the one who hated it the most, yet you were trying to remain indifferent. However, it was proving to be more and more difficult... There was just something about Zemo. A love to hate, hate to love kind of infatuation forming.

"One wrong move and you're done."

Sam's voice rang out, warning the Baron as Sam glared over at him. His tone serious, his voice firm. Zemo's face was holding more of a smirk than it did before, though it was still on the lighter side.

Funny enough, it was then when a thought and realization popped into your mind. You were working alongside three very attractive men... and you also realized that this wasn't going to be easy... At all. The tension was thick, like the calm right before the storm.

"You're only here because we need you for the job. Nothing more."

Sam's voice spoke up once more. Bucky was just listening as he was watching the people passing by. Keeping a lookout for that rouge faction. He had been trying his best to keep his cool. And you kept listening and looking on along with Bucky.

Zemo picked up his glass, about to take a sip as his gaze was fixed on the whiskey-filled glass. His voice was smooth, calm, and confident as he spoke lowly.

"Trust is overrated, don't you think? Results are what matter. And I deliver."

He stated, in a matter-of-a-fact tone before taking a sip...