"Well-- yes..." That is what they've been doing. And there hasn't been any expectation that Bucky can be any kind of substitute for what Zemo had lost in Sokovia. It doesn't make their relationship any... less meaningful, or more inferior. They're just different. Even if they are married now.

Bucky maybe just couldn't see the positive impact he's had, on Zemo or on Oeznik. He's just internalised the fact that they're both helping him and he may not be as much of a burden as he used to be anymore, but they're still doing him favours everyday, taking care of him.

But Zemo's saying he's had a good time thus far, and he seems sincere about it, and Bucky is trying to reconcile that with his assumptions of how they're supposed to work and other presumptions of what their new marriage should look like.

"Nothing happened." Zemo's hand isn't on his anymore, and he pulls away from the gear stick, resting his loose fist on top of his thigh.

"I just... I was yours. And things felt simple." Bucky swallows and averts his gaze to look out the window.

"But now you're... You're also mine. And I..." His eyebrows furrow and he takes in a deep breath, reluctant to admit it. Can he admit weakness without getting hurt for it? His scowl deepens and he sighs through his nose, licking his bottom lip, plucking at the inner seam of his pants.

"I'm scared."