[she's trying to keep the worry out of her expression as she continues to peer out, but the buzzing text notifications at least reassure her that he's probably going to make it.]
maybe you'll finally teach me an appreciation for the finer things just yet, helmut.
maybe you'll finally teach me an appreciation for the finer things just yet, helmut.
I was seeking information. The venue didn't matter.
Really?
Really?
Of course I did.
Somehow I feel like you were counting on that.
Somehow I feel like you were counting on that.
[she might lightly complain about trying to get the stains out of white later, but she greets Zemo by placing her body right up against his side to help alleviate some of the burden of holding himself upright.] Come inside, I've missed you. [he looks pale, but then again he always does. the stack of towels are waiting right inside the doorway, and she immediately starts trying to identify the source of the bleeding to press one against, guiding him toward the couch. the place is as much of a chaotic array of half-finished projects and stolen tech and too many research books as always, but at least the walking path is clear.]
[Is he... nervous? Possibly. Just a smidgen. But Mobius doesn't show it. He takes that energy and puts it into his step, making it a bit springier than usual. Everything should even out by the time he makes his approach.
That smile sure is infectious though, and he finds himself back at square one before he's even seated. Equal parts nerves and excitement rolled into one.]
Me too. Hi. Hope I didn't keep ya too long.
[He does not go for a handshake because that would be utterly humiliating and this has nothing to do with work. Instead he takes a seat at the table after awkwardly standing a bit too long. Scooting himself in close, he glances around at their incredibly private accommodations. Unable to hide just how impressed he is.]
Swanky. You know you didn't hafta go all out like this.
[He says that, but that doesn't mean he's not appreciative.]
That smile sure is infectious though, and he finds himself back at square one before he's even seated. Equal parts nerves and excitement rolled into one.]
Me too. Hi. Hope I didn't keep ya too long.
[He does not go for a handshake because that would be utterly humiliating and this has nothing to do with work. Instead he takes a seat at the table after awkwardly standing a bit too long. Scooting himself in close, he glances around at their incredibly private accommodations. Unable to hide just how impressed he is.]
Swanky. You know you didn't hafta go all out like this.
[He says that, but that doesn't mean he's not appreciative.]
[ He ignores the attempt at needling him, since all of his focus is going into cleaning and dressing the wound.
When he gets the needle threaded: ] This will go easier if you talk while I'm closing you up.
[ Bucky leans in, hoping his tactical training for field medicine still holds, and begins the first stitch. He knows it's going to feel shitty for a while, but once he gets this thing closed up, Zemo will be on the mend. ]
When he gets the needle threaded: ] This will go easier if you talk while I'm closing you up.
[ Bucky leans in, hoping his tactical training for field medicine still holds, and begins the first stitch. He knows it's going to feel shitty for a while, but once he gets this thing closed up, Zemo will be on the mend. ]
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