If they think Bucky wouldn't risk everything to try to protect Zemo, they'll be in for a hard fight, tooth and nail and it's going to be ugly and bloody and nothing will be the same again.

"It's wasted on me," Bucky reminds him, as though getting drunk is the only reason for drinking wine. He won't feel any buzz from it and the cheap stuff doesn't give him a headache or anything - he's been happy to guzzle it down. Besides, he runs hot as it is. Drinking will only burn him up from the inside out.

"Want a rice ball?" It doesn't look like rice, actually. It's crumbed all over and probably deep fried. But if it tastes as good as it smells, Bucky might be inclined to order something similar again next time.