"Looking at you like what?" Zemo balks at the accusations that are thrown his way, as if he had any say in what's... happening here. 'Wyoming is still the same! I improved the home we are living in!"
As if that's important right now when Zemo has breasts and probably lacking very important, very usual body parts between his legs. "What are you talking about? I did not ask for this! I was sleeping, James!"
He grabs for the sheets to wrap back around himself -- because Bucky keeps Staring and it's uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable and awkward... and maybe part of him is still a bit upset that Bucky apparently detests their home so much when he'd hoped at least some of it would appeal to the man. "You need to breathe."
He should be the one panicking, not the other way around. But-- here they are. Everything really does feel wrong at the moment. "And stop looking at me!"
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As if that's important right now when Zemo has breasts and probably lacking very important, very usual body parts between his legs. "What are you talking about? I did not ask for this! I was sleeping, James!"
He grabs for the sheets to wrap back around himself -- because Bucky keeps Staring and it's uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable and awkward... and maybe part of him is still a bit upset that Bucky apparently detests their home so much when he'd hoped at least some of it would appeal to the man. "You need to breathe."
He should be the one panicking, not the other way around. But-- here they are. Everything really does feel wrong at the moment. "And stop looking at me!"