"Well... You can tell me when it starts." He can't see the screen from here although he did leave the radio on so they can broadcast the audio into the car.

"It does. Your hair's in the way," Bucky points out with a snicker, forcing himself to relax after he'd jolted up a bit from that cool hand on his warm skin. It's not even hair at this point, it's a sentient mane that could probably strangle him if it gets tired of poking Bucky's face, despite how much he tries to move his head away.

"And I'm worried. If we do 'stuff'. And. You know..." Bucky's trying not to say, what if this is permanent, and he gets Zemo pregnant, and all that horror stuff. Today is supposed to be fun and light and not worrying about babies or being sent out to buy tampons next week.