"No, it's-- your place. You do what you want to it." Bucky doesn't really have a right to throw a shitfit about Zemo wanting to fit anything out. It's not like he took a wrecking ball to the whole place. Maybe just a part of a wall to build the sun room, which would really be nice when the weather warms up. Nobody should have to tiptoe across the floor just because Bucky wants to press the side of his face to a cold, hard surface every night.

He moves to sit on the edge of the bed also, wringing his hands while Zemo eats. He declined breakfast himself, but Oeznik insisted on him having at least a slice of toast once he brings the dirty dishes back.

"I just thought-- you'd wanted to go to Vegas for a while. And the mountains. Not-- because you were doing renovations and couldn't be here while people worked."