[steve vanishes again, and he can't help but think that surely he has better things to do this evening than sit around texting him. what he doesn't expect is just how disappointed he is by the notion - the reminder that no matter how real this feels, no matter how often he can get lost in those moments - it simply isn't.
so he does the responsible thing and pockets his phone. returns his focus to his company, which admittedly is not quite as exciting as the hope that he'll feel that telltale little string of vibrating pings to indicate steve is back (maybe pointing out his bendiness overdid it?)
he's sipping up the last of his drink and already planning on ordering another when he feels the sudden shift in the air behind him and assuming it's their waiter. or pietro getting ready to tug him into the club to get their evening really kicked off. but then there is a soft kiss to his cheek with the slightest brush of stubble while pietro is still firmly seated across from him and zemo is whirling around, face going through all the stages: indignation at a stranger being so forward with him, confusion as his brain catches up with his eyes, shock that yes, steve is in fact standing here beside him, and then utter delight at such a pleasant surprise being a reality.
he supposes it all helps with convincing anyone looking just how authentic this is. he presses a hand to steve's very firm shoulder, using it as leverage to lean up and murmur into his ear. it's low, nearly a purr at how pleased he is at the entire situation.]
And you came all this way for me to prove it, did you? I have to say...I'm thrilled you dropped by. But I feel I must warn you - I hope you're prepared for the Sokovian Inquisition.
no subject
so he does the responsible thing and pockets his phone. returns his focus to his company, which admittedly is not quite as exciting as the hope that he'll feel that telltale little string of vibrating pings to indicate steve is back (maybe pointing out his bendiness overdid it?)
he's sipping up the last of his drink and already planning on ordering another when he feels the sudden shift in the air behind him and assuming it's their waiter. or pietro getting ready to tug him into the club to get their evening really kicked off. but then there is a soft kiss to his cheek with the slightest brush of stubble while pietro is still firmly seated across from him and zemo is whirling around, face going through all the stages: indignation at a stranger being so forward with him, confusion as his brain catches up with his eyes, shock that yes, steve is in fact standing here beside him, and then utter delight at such a pleasant surprise being a reality.
he supposes it all helps with convincing anyone looking just how authentic this is. he presses a hand to steve's very firm shoulder, using it as leverage to lean up and murmur into his ear. it's low, nearly a purr at how pleased he is at the entire situation.]
And you came all this way for me to prove it, did you? I have to say...I'm thrilled you dropped by. But I feel I must warn you - I hope you're prepared for the Sokovian Inquisition.