"I 'unno, this says it was harvested from real sheep." He's pretty sure Zemo's coat isn't made of real sheep. Although Zemo might have caught him once or twice either partially under the coat or just hugging it like a pillow, breathing in the cologne and humming contentedly as he slowly drifts off to sleep.

He clears some empty boxes aside on the closest seat so Zemo can sit down and try a few different pairs on. He's really going for it, different designs and heels and shapes and materials, which shouldn't surprise Bucky. Zemo's the adventurous one between them. Bucky would have just worn the same thing, just in different sizes.

He's far more at home around the shoes than the underwear when they do eventually leave all the footwear behind. He's the only guy wandering amidst the fields of bras and panties and the few stringy pieces of buttfloss, garter belts and mesh sheer chemises as they get to the sexy lingerie has him blushing and averting his gaze.

He's tense and on edge until he finds a corner to hover around, and then he gets distracted by some lacy pieces that he can't resist touching and a silky nightgown that he grabs a handful of and rubs between his fingers, feeling the fabric against his callouses. Maybe he really is old-fashioned and boring. There's certainly no silk or lace action in the bedroom.