Zemo gets an anxious little whine out of him when he removes the bigger knife by his hip. Yes, it was digging into him at an uncomfortable angle, but he's more uncomfortable not having it there. They do have an agreement about not fooling around or sleeping with weapons though, and Bucky reluctantly relents when Zemo puts the knife in the compartment at the bottom of the door.

Not wanting Zemo to get awkwardly naked in the backseat, Bucky opts to shove some clothes out of the way as he tries to slink in under Zemo. The seatbelt buckles poke uncomfortably into his sides but he doesn't seem to mind stretching out a bit so Zemo can hover on top of him.

There's no way he can laugh about these breasts without sounding like he's twelve so he just cups the side of Zemo's face and pulls him in for a few long, slow kisses.

No no no, they're only kissing. There's no teenage making out happening here. Nothing to see here at all.