Bucky could climb over in between the seats like Zemo, but, you know, he's worried he'll get stuck, and he might break something, so he has to tidy up his attire and do the walk of shame from the back seat to the front seat, try to ignore any looks cast his way. Thankfully everyone is just focused on the movie.
While he wouldn't say he was being particularly overtly defensive, he's not sure why he felt the need to defend himself either. Maybe just Zemo pointing out the occasional thing here and there makes him more self-conscious about these things.
"Yeah? I'd say the same, but you might get the wrong idea." That Bucky cares about what Zemo had looked like yesterday, is looking like today, or will look like tomorrow. On some unconscious level he cares to be a little bit more of a gentleman or he might return to monkey but he'll still go to sleep in the same room as a cat, blob or humanoid-shaped Zemo, even if he won't always make it all the way into the bed.
"We still have a backseat load of snacks..." And Bucky would eat them, but you know, he's driving now, and he doubts Zemo would appreciate fluorescent orange smears on his steering wheel.
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Bucky could climb over in between the seats like Zemo, but, you know, he's worried he'll get stuck, and he might break something, so he has to tidy up his attire and do the walk of shame from the back seat to the front seat, try to ignore any looks cast his way. Thankfully everyone is just focused on the movie.
While he wouldn't say he was being particularly overtly defensive, he's not sure why he felt the need to defend himself either. Maybe just Zemo pointing out the occasional thing here and there makes him more self-conscious about these things.
"Yeah? I'd say the same, but you might get the wrong idea." That Bucky cares about what Zemo had looked like yesterday, is looking like today, or will look like tomorrow. On some unconscious level he cares to be a little bit more of a gentleman or he might return to monkey but he'll still go to sleep in the same room as a cat, blob or humanoid-shaped Zemo, even if he won't always make it all the way into the bed.
"We still have a backseat load of snacks..." And Bucky would eat them, but you know, he's driving now, and he doubts Zemo would appreciate fluorescent orange smears on his steering wheel.