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For just a second after throwing the shield, Walker wondered if Zemo’s head would split open like a melon. He imagined that clever brain splattering over the floor, the kittenish mouth forever closed…
He wasn’t sure why he did it.
The rounded, freckled face looked sweetly soft, like Zemo was merely sleeping. All those sneering words locked away where they couldn’t hurt.
But, as Walker stood up and tucked himself back into his pants, cleaning pearly fluid away from thin lips before the others arrived, it could just be that he thought the silence was a nice change of pace.