Wyoming is cursed now. Everything is changing. For a moment Bucky has to look down at his own body to make sure he hasn't changed either and everything is intact from his body parts to his vibranium arm, and then he's putting some distance between himself and Zemo, shuffling over towards the edge of the bed. There's a dull ache in his hand still which means he isn't dreaming, but he doesn't know what this is.

"What happened?! I don't know what happened! Why are you looking at me like that? What's that on your chest?!" Yes, Bucky is staring at his-- her? tits. "We went to Vegas for Christmas and then we went to Switzerland for New Years and you changed everything about Wyoming!" he accuses, all the bottled up frustration from last night spilling out with his semi-outside voice. "The floor is wrong! There's a whole-- thing! Out that way! And now you!" Why is Bucky the one panting and panicking? Who knows?