Zemo had not noticed the magic within the walls of the mansion. He cursed silently, he had grown arrogant in his power and underestimated the Avengers defenses. His thoughts were interrupted as he saw the image of his hated enemy. At that moment his rational mind took a backstep to irrational hatred. He snarled, diving toward the image, even as the magic in the walls barred his return. He realized only a second too late of the trap being sprung, ice erupting all around him.