"You mean you hated the house before?! Why didn't you say anything!" Bucky complains exasperatedly. They didn't have to stay in Wyoming. He doesn't even dislike the changes all that much beyond the fact that there was some kind of change, so he's not sure why they're arguing.

Bucky, Oeznik and Steve all find the higher pitched voice to be a little strange, but that's the least of their concerns right now. He climbs out of bed and nearly trips over himself with his feet tangled in the sheets before he gets to the wardrobe and looks for the loosest fitting shirt along with rubber-waisted pants, figuring he-- she? will need more room in the chest area and the leg shapes might be all different and the regular pants won't fit so well.

Backing up towards the bed, Bucky places the fresh clothes down and stays standing with his back to Zemo, breathing out a sigh and crossing his arms. This shouldn't feel like it's the worst, really. Zemo's actually kind of pretty. But he suspects the last thing he wants to hear right now is Bucky finding him pretty hot. Things are confusing enough as they are.

"Tell me when you're-- decent."