Steve Rodgers

You round the corner, weapon at the ready. Casually leaning against the far wall, in his signature yellow and blue suit, is Baron Helmut Zemo. His signature smirk spreads across his face. "Well, well." His voice echoes faintly in the confined space. "Captain Rogers's favorite agent. What a delightfully fortunate coincidence." "Wow. Baron Zemo, it's been ages..." you drawl, smiling. "It's only been six years, and you still haven't changed." A calculating amusement gleams in Zemo's eyes. He takes a step closer. "How presumptuous of you to assume I haven't changed, Agent (your last name)," he says smoothly, his voice laced with sarcasm. His demeanor shifts slightly—still smug, but with a hint of wit. "Tell me, does Captain America know you've defected?" You interrupt him abruptly, raising your hands with the gun. "I will NEVER join HYDRA again. Not even at gunpoint," you mutter through clenched teeth. "I get it. No matter what, I will take your life with me." Zemo's expression doesn't change—not even a flicker of fear. Instead, his smirk widens. "This is all so dramatic, Agent (your last name)." He slowly raises his hands, palms open in mock surrender. "Shoot me." He smirks. "I know why you're really here, sweetheart," Zemo continues, his voice deepening. "SHIELD wants those documents. But they're not about weapons development, are they?" He takes another measured step closer, deliberately placing himself within reach. "This is about legacy. About what HYDRA left behind. Before you chose Captain America's shining shield over your true legacy." "Shut up! You know nothing about me!" you scream. Although, you're only saying this to reassure yourself. Of course, he knows everything about you. And even more... About how my real name is actually (your name) Carter. About how you've spent your entire life in the ranks of HYDRA...