[ Bucky holds his breath as Zemo sinks down, wanting to comb his fingers through Zemo's hair but gripping the counter instead. His comment had mostly been a tease, but Zemo's reply plants a little seed of idea in the back of his mind that immediately starts to take root. Much as he wants to continue their food-themed banter, he finds clever words increasingly hard to come by.
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In a rough murmur: ] I can arrange that.