Today has arguably been the most honeymoon day they've had since they got married. For as much as he loved the Alps, Zemo had been a little restless and seemed to be nursing some regrets that Bucky tried not to take personally while they were there. And then, you know, medical emergency, kind of put a damper on things. Bucky's a little despondent about the day inching closer and closer to being over.

"Okay," he agrees quietly, moving to sit up next to Zemo and offering wordlessly to help by turning a discarded piece of clothing the right side out again and gathering it up in his hands for easy wearing. It is probably starting to get a little cold, even though they've been snuggling in the car and he's kept the doors closed and the air conditioner off.

"I'm taking everything off again when you get in the hot tub." Let it not be said that Bucky is not enthusiastic about non-butt stuff. "You feel a little different... I want to spend some time casing you out." If that's not paranoia, who would know what is?