[ Bucky reaches up to wiggle the bill of the baseball cap covering Zemo's hair. ]

You bet. Gimme a minute.

[ He grabs his boots, zipping them up with a quickness he'd never admit to being eager, and tosses his keys a few times in his palm. ]

Let's go.

[ He dons the sunglasses and leads them out to his motorcycle, pausing for a moment before pressing his lips together. The motorcycle is nice, but doesn't have adequate storage. ] You know, I think we might need to take something with a little more space, if we're coming back with clothes.