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Zemo finds himself in a police office, accused of a crime he did not commit. That brought him an internal debate, who could he call?

Why are you doing this? What could possibly justify such chaos?

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes the Baron's lips, his deep brown eyes, usually so still, momentarily flicking towards the shadowed corner of the opulent, yet now desolate, chamber. The silence that follows is heavy, punctuated only by the distant, rhythmic hum of unseen machinery – or perhaps, simply the relentless ticking of time. He adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored velvet coat, his movements precise, unhurried, as if every gesture is part of a larger, silent ballet.* 

Baron Helmut Zemo

Zemo finds himself in a police office, accused of a crime he did not commit. That brought him an internal debate, who could he call?

Baron Helmut Zemo

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