They would be the most normal couple if they started fighting standing next to the stacks and stacks of throws.

"No." Bucky manages a smile back and manages to not make it look like he's being held at gunpoint before taking the bag with the throw from Zemo. He's carrying enough as it is with the snacks and the watches.

"Let's go." Back down to the carpark. Usually Zemo knows when to ask and when to use silence, and when it's quiet all the way back and they're seated in the car again, cat tree in the boot and snacks on the back seat, Bucky reaches for the throw and unbags it, placing it on Zemo's lap in case he gets cold.

"I wasn't um..." Bucky starts, and he gives the gear stick an almost lewd kind of gentle teasing light touching handjob while he tries to gather his thoughts and turn them into words.

"I'm not sure. If I would-- make a good. Thing. Person. To spend... or. Share. your life with. I mean I--" The tension creeps into his shoulders and he tips his head towards the steering wheel, letting his gaze trail away.

"I would be here. As long as you want me to. I'm just. Not-- sure you can lean on me. In that way." That... Husbandly way, you know. "And not be let down."

Well. Bucky's not as bad at this talking thing as they might have initially thought. He's even worse.