"It's almost healed." And it was nice, once the failed attempt at getting clothes off and down to business resulted in honeymoonesque cuddles with Zemo clinging onto him leeching his warmth out of his back. Equally nice, although Bucky would insist it's weird, is Zemo trying to kiss his hand better. Nobody's really done that - well, maybe not for a hundred years, and he wouldn't even really be exaggerating.
He's not sure if Zemo was trying his luck to see if it would push Bucky's buttons to plant kisses on every scar. It certainly told Zemo which ones to avoid if the way Bucky flinched was anything to go by. But for the most part Bucky had tolerated it and he's slowly been trained out of glaring and into even welcoming the attention, moving his head out of the way to let Zemo access some of them while getting rewarded by splayed-fingers belly rubs and soothing blunt-nailed scratches.
"Did I?" It had flowed so naturally he didn't even notice. It certainly wasn't intentional on his part - he's not a deliberate button-pusher or boundary-tester. Bucky leans in a little closer, tilting his head a bit, a testament to how much time he's spent with Zemo. "Did it feel weird?"
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He's not sure if Zemo was trying his luck to see if it would push Bucky's buttons to plant kisses on every scar. It certainly told Zemo which ones to avoid if the way Bucky flinched was anything to go by. But for the most part Bucky had tolerated it and he's slowly been trained out of glaring and into even welcoming the attention, moving his head out of the way to let Zemo access some of them while getting rewarded by splayed-fingers belly rubs and soothing blunt-nailed scratches.
"Did I?" It had flowed so naturally he didn't even notice. It certainly wasn't intentional on his part - he's not a deliberate button-pusher or boundary-tester. Bucky leans in a little closer, tilting his head a bit, a testament to how much time he's spent with Zemo. "Did it feel weird?"