"Shhh," is hissed out at the sound of Zemo. It's too early to wake up when he'd been sleeping perfectly soundly. It isn't until the what the fuck that Zemo starts to stir in confusion. It's the hair that bothers him first.

"Mmph--" Then it's the far more slender hand that comes up when he goes to brush it aside. The wedding ring is about to fall off it, actually, just barely hanging on. He tilts his head, puzzled.

"What?" Pushing himself up, he pushes the sheets down with enough force to send Steve running off. Although he sort of wishes he hadn't, considering he doesn't see his body. He sees breasts and softer curves and-- he doesn't dare move the blankets any lower than that.

All he does is let out an undignified noise before looking at Bucky. It isn't often Zemo is ever speechless, but right now? He can't think of a single thing to say. except maybe-- "What happened?"