Re: Addie + Zemo
"Concerned I'll set fire to Dunwich?" Addie asked, her tone too even, too measured, for that to be a slip-up. She tilted her head. "Start a fight I can't win?" That was Zemo's style more than hers. He had told her about his past, about the things he had done out of anger and spite, and what it had cost him.
"Seems it all worked out for you." A club. A partner. A life, even if it was unearned and undeserved. That was the way of it, though. No monsters ripped him apart. The mist didn't take his friends. Addie held up her wineglass. "Cheers to that."