"Maybe I am." He's not sure because it's been so long since he last thought of something as his own, and no one else's. He can be quite careless when it comes to certain things, but. Zemo isn't exactly just something he would leave lying around the house. He would snarl and bite if someone tried taking his Sokovian chewtoy out of his mouth.

It's annoying, being in the car with the centre console and the gear box in between them, not much room at all when his legs shift and his knees hit the bottom of the steering wheel. Bucky has to resist the urge to yank Zemo over although he does grip tightly into Zemo's shirt and on Zemo's hip. Is there a butt there? Oops.

"I could just tell you you vowed to stop causing any more trouble and you wouldn't know," Bucky points out when their lips part. More likely than not, the vows were same old, same old. Cherish and love, sickness and death, blah blah blah. It would be disgustingly sappy to repeat them now.

He doesn't really want to be making out in the front seat of a car. Although maybe he wouldn't mind so much once they get to the drive-in movie, and it's dark, and if there's anybody around, they're minding their own business. So he tries to get Zemo to gently settle down again before he straps himself in and starts finding their way out of the carpark.

"You ever... made out in a car?" Bucky asks quietly.