"Scared of what, James?" He prompts carefully, shifting in his seat to face Bucky properly. There's a slight twitch to his lips -- he's rather certain this is the first time Bucky has ever dared called Zemo his. Strangely, it isn't that terrible to hear.

"I think it's-- somewhat normal, considering our lives." Idly, he reaches across the seat to brush his fingers along Bucky's jaw, up to brush through his hair, comb it back a bit. Hopefully it's at least a bit soothing to them both.