"James. We are not arguing over your hand again." Especially now that they're parked and tucked away comfortably in front of the screen.

At the question, there's a mischievous smile thrown Bucky's direction as Zemo reaches for the throw he threw back there and starts to spread it out. "Getting comfortable. Come and join me, James. It will be fine."

Either one of them can get to the front seat quickly, if they need to. Zemo doubts that will be the case though. "We won't have as much between us back here..."