Fine. They're only not arguing because they know Bucky is right. That's the only consolation he's giving himself as he steps outside briefly, letting just a little bit of cold air in as he climbs into the backseat and shuts the door. He could have climbed, and he would have if it was an emergency.

But they're taking their time today. It's much more roomy in the backseat, and he wraps his arms low around Zemo's waist, pulling him in close. There's nothing suggestive beyond wanting to get close, to nudge his nose against Zemo's cheek and tease at biting him.

God, Zemo's really soft in all sorts of strange places... Rather than grabbing and yanking insistently he finds himself trying to be delicate like he's handling a block of tofu.

"You feel different..."