Well if he turns into a cat then Steve would have company and luckily, the cat tree will be set up in the sun room by then for him to perch in and enjoy. But Bucky is not really expecting anything either. Zemo could wake up like this or in his old body and at this point, with the aliens and the magic and the timey wimey, honestly nothing would faze him. Bucky could wake up next to a dragon tomorrow and just go back to sleep.
Despite letting him indulge, or even encourage Bucky's overbearing protectiveness, at some point when he's got Bucky's heavy arm draped over him holding him in this consensual spooning, all this power might get to Zemo's head, and he probably will need to set some ground rules if he wants to wean his Soldier off him and make this... marriage a little less dysfunctional and codependent.
For now, Bucky seems content to watch some running, shooting, explosions, swerving car chases and frantic phone calls while petting Zemo's hair, chewing on his bottom lip before turning to look at him. He tips his head in a way that most definitely would have his old friends accusing him of spending far too much time with Zemo.
"You'd-- rather I didn't?" Why did Bucky announce his intentions? It had seemed only natural the time... "I don't-- I'm not that kind of man. And you're-- I mean... you'd tell me if you didn't want me to. And I'd leave you alone." He wouldn't just go tearing swimsuits off a woman, is what he means. But Zemo isn't a woman. Well, he is right now, in flesh only so to speak, but. You know.
Bucky averts his gaze. He wouldn't go tearing swimsuits off other guys either. That's weird, to him. Well with Zemo he might, but Zemo might do it to him too, and they're rough, and they don't really talk about it, even when there's bruises afterwards and they probably should have said something. And Bucky's not sure he can articulate why it's different now, but it is different. A part of him is more worried about hurting Zemo physically or emotionally like this than when he's in his usual body.
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Despite letting him indulge, or even encourage Bucky's overbearing protectiveness, at some point when he's got Bucky's heavy arm draped over him holding him in this consensual spooning, all this power might get to Zemo's head, and he probably will need to set some ground rules if he wants to wean his Soldier off him and make this... marriage a little less dysfunctional and codependent.
For now, Bucky seems content to watch some running, shooting, explosions, swerving car chases and frantic phone calls while petting Zemo's hair, chewing on his bottom lip before turning to look at him. He tips his head in a way that most definitely would have his old friends accusing him of spending far too much time with Zemo.
"You'd-- rather I didn't?" Why did Bucky announce his intentions? It had seemed only natural the time... "I don't-- I'm not that kind of man. And you're-- I mean... you'd tell me if you didn't want me to. And I'd leave you alone." He wouldn't just go tearing swimsuits off a woman, is what he means. But Zemo isn't a woman. Well, he is right now, in flesh only so to speak, but. You know.
Bucky averts his gaze. He wouldn't go tearing swimsuits off other guys either. That's weird, to him. Well with Zemo he might, but Zemo might do it to him too, and they're rough, and they don't really talk about it, even when there's bruises afterwards and they probably should have said something. And Bucky's not sure he can articulate why it's different now, but it is different. A part of him is more worried about hurting Zemo physically or emotionally like this than when he's in his usual body.