Bucky grips tight out of instinct before letting Zemo's hand go and giving him a perfunctory nod. Cars have been starting to leave in some kind of semi-orderly fashion and they shouldn't hold everyone else up even if they're off on the side minding their own business. Bucky turns the engine on and checks the heater temperature blowing out of the vents with the back of his flesh hand, making sure Zemo would be comfortable before he pulls out of their lot when it's their turn.

The drive home is fairly uneventful, apart from it being a little dark out and Bucky has to go slower than he likes. He doesn't really say much until they're in the garage, and he kills the engine, and the garage door is rolling down slowly behind them. Yes, that is Bucky trying to reach over the backseat and stuffing all their snacks into his pockets. He'd probably shove the beef jerky in his pants if he thought he could get away with smuggling that into his room.

"We can try and sneak you in, if you wanna wait here for a bit. We can probably get away with it today, see what happens tomorrow. Or... I don't mind just going in and telling him. Unless you have any ideas, or you wanna do it personally."