Sure. They can count up all those scratches and bruises and the number of hours Bucky was sore afterwards as 'a bit'. Even though Bucky had fully healed by the time they got to the Alps, Zemo had just about broke his soldier in Vegas.

"There's nothing to worry about." Bucky had promised he'd be in this for the long haul. Wearing a ring only cements that. And he's still entertaining that pipe dream that this run they're on can go on indefinitely.

And there's nothing they can do about the house now. There's no way it's going back to the way it was. If Zemo feels more comfortable with all the new bells and whistles, Bucky won't have too much of a hard time getting used to them either. He might end up enjoying the sun room floor as much as Steve does. And he won't be the first person to hate a hot tub.

The bottle of wine is presented and poured out before getting set down in a bucket of ice on a stand, and the starters follow shortly after. Bucky declines the wine himself.

"Do they serve anything from a cardboard box?" He's only partly trolling.