Bucky pads into the bathroom quietly, and turns the water to a slightly cooler setting before fumbling around with the plastic sheets to keep the dressing on his hand dry. It's a little annoying having to shower with his hand out of commission, but he'd rather spend these extra few minutes bagging and taping than have to get fussed over by the Sokovians or give himself an infection that can't easily be treated, and he's used to doing everything with one hand anyway even if it's usually the hand that's currently injured.

It takes him a couple minutes longer than usual, but he's insistent on doing everything himself, so he emerges still a little damp after binning the plastic and putting in a half-assed effort drying himself off. Of course Zemo's already picked out something that's a small step up from t-shirt and jeans. Bucky might be stubborn but at least he doesn't fight and has a seemingly unending amount of patience when Zemo wants to dress him up like a Ken doll.

"Are we going to the nicest barn?" he teases as he gets dressed with the towel still flopped on top of his head. There must be a dozen things Zemo wants to do for his first time being truly free to spend a few hours out in the open, so Bucky won't dally too long.