[zemo is is about two glasses of wine and half an ill-advised cigarette into his evening, sitting out on the balcony overlooking the glittering lights of a brisk new york night when his phone buzzes. he's expecting it to be wanda and pietro nagging him to come for dinner first. but he's not at all disappointed albeit utterly surprised to see it's steve.
his first thought is he's committed some faux pas. maybe a payment hadn't gone through properly? he's nervous when he opens it up, heartbeat stuttering into something giddy for reasons completely the opposite after he reads it in its entirety. it's just a friendly message, but the fact that steve was thinking of him outside of what he presumes to be work hours is...something.]
You must know by now I have many hidden talents, Steve, but I'm afraid singing is not one of them.
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his first thought is he's committed some faux pas. maybe a payment hadn't gone through properly? he's nervous when he opens it up, heartbeat stuttering into something giddy for reasons completely the opposite after he reads it in its entirety. it's just a friendly message, but the fact that steve was thinking of him outside of what he presumes to be work hours is...something.]
You must know by now I have many hidden talents, Steve, but I'm afraid singing is not one of them.