"Oh, are you the action hero now?" It isn't really much of a question. Of course Bucky is the well-muscled action hero... although he thinks they don't usually spend their time wrapped around the villain of the story, least of all married to them. They must be breaking a rule or two somewhere.

There's a laugh and Zemo twists to look back at Bucky. "I could grow quite an impressive mustache if I so wanted, I will have you know."

... Or could. Probably not so easily as he currently is. It will need to be fixed, of course. If it isn't gone by tomorrow or the next day. Otherwise, that's-- quite a life change. Zemo has lost quite enough -- his family, his home. Is he truly ready to accept another loss in the form of a body he is far more familiar with? Even if it means more freedom, staying like this.

... But for right now, it is nice to not have to second guess every lingering look, or wait for others to recognize the terrorist from television. They can both just exist. Almost happily so. "You know, plenty of people would call you mad for that. Sam, certainly. Any other friend you have with the remaining Avengers... When they find us, they will be rather certain I have once again messed with your mind."

But Bucky doesn't seem to share that sentiment really. He lifts his hand to reach back, fingers brushing over Bucky's jaw.