Bucky just shrugs at that, the way he gets uncomfortable about talking while poking at his pasta, twirling some of it in his fork with no intention of eating it just yet, letting the strands slide and fall away as he turns the fork the other direction now.

"I'm supposed to protect you." And he will, either way. He will do all the husbandly things either way, and not necessarily because they got married either. They were just-- always like this even before Zemo put a ring on it.

"I'll drive you everywhere and, get you nice things and-- I'll hold you anywhere, anytime, especially if you're not feeling well or feeling cold or. Broke a heel, maybe? I don't know." Bucky shrugs again. Zemo doesn't always appreciate being coddled and Bucky doesn't know what he's supposed or allowed to do with a husband. "Maybe you'll just. Let me do things for you without biting my head off."