Despite the brief stint he's spent in Brooklyn, Bucky hasn't actually been socialised enough to realise that a bit of friendly back and forth and harmless flirting is very normal when buying all sorts of things from clothes to breakfasts to cars and what-have-you. The one time someone had tried it on him, he ended up toppling over the mannequin they were standing next to and making things horribly awkward. Thankfully there weren't any damages needed to be paid then. He's not sure he can afford any damages in this shop right now.
Fifty thousand dollars is not reasonably priced. Bucky's trying to fit in with his permanent scowl even though Zemo can see the internal balking plain as day.
"Right. Um. Dad..." Bucky averts his gaze and lets Zemo pick out a nice Rolex, trying to remember if Oeznik wears fancy watches. He remembers seeing a watch on that wrist but he wouldn't have known if it was a normal watch or one of these house downpayments of a watch. It's all too rich for his blood - that is, until his eyes get drawn to a blue Omega Seamaster watch that's next to the James Bond and the Olympics and the whatever ranges they have on offer. Blue leather strap, blue watch face, blue everything, and not just blue but a deep, dark, rich shade of phthalo blue that would have matched Steve's outfit.
A part of Bucky will always miss him. But a part of Zemo must feel like he inherited this wreckage of a man that was Zola and Steve and Shuri and Sam's unfinished, abandoned project. And he just has to make do with this omelette that's been half-forged in the fire but missing the salt and the mushrooms, the bacon and the chives, and all the other good stuff to make a decent omelette and probably should have been scrambled in the first place.
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Fifty thousand dollars is not reasonably priced. Bucky's trying to fit in with his permanent scowl even though Zemo can see the internal balking plain as day.
"Right. Um. Dad..." Bucky averts his gaze and lets Zemo pick out a nice Rolex, trying to remember if Oeznik wears fancy watches. He remembers seeing a watch on that wrist but he wouldn't have known if it was a normal watch or one of these house downpayments of a watch. It's all too rich for his blood - that is, until his eyes get drawn to a blue Omega Seamaster watch that's next to the James Bond and the Olympics and the whatever ranges they have on offer. Blue leather strap, blue watch face, blue everything, and not just blue but a deep, dark, rich shade of phthalo blue that would have matched Steve's outfit.
A part of Bucky will always miss him. But a part of Zemo must feel like he inherited this wreckage of a man that was Zola and Steve and Shuri and Sam's unfinished, abandoned project. And he just has to make do with this omelette that's been half-forged in the fire but missing the salt and the mushrooms, the bacon and the chives, and all the other good stuff to make a decent omelette and probably should have been scrambled in the first place.