Bucky grunts and misreads the cue, leaning over to eat out of Zemo's hand and grip the bacon strip between his teeth before clumsily manoeuvring it into his mouth with his tongue and his lips.

"Not really, but thanks." He's a little too stressed out to want to eat right now, but he's taking one piece to appease Zemo.

"Oeznik banished us into the mountains? I guess he's not too happy about the. Vegas thing." Although Bucky enjoyed it more than he's willing to admit. It was picturesque. And lonely. And cold. Zemo had to pack his bag for him or they wouldn't have made it back yesterday.