To his credit, Bucky has done a lot of talking today, a lot of sharing. He supposes he can give him a break for the one worded thank you, let him retreat back into his grunts and stares for a bit. It isn't as if it's difficult to figure out what he's thinking -- not for Zemo, at least. Not for Oeznik.
For now, Zemo slips into a robe, waiting until Bucky has slipped out before he goes to sit on the edge of the bed. He spends a bit of time scrolling through the messages on his phone - and it's not surprise to Zemo to see he's once again the villain. It is a bit... tiresome, the threats and that sense of being closed in on, sooner or later. Zemo isn't sure what will happen when that day comes.
He's not sure if it wouldn't be better in the end to slip out quietly and leave Bucky and his cat be before they're all put in the Raft or the ground together. In the end, he knows he won't actually do that. Somewhere along the way, he started to genuinely care about the man. Abandoning him now wouldn't do much good for any progress he's made, well-intentioned or not.
And then there's the selfish part of him that doesn't want to give up something that's his, something that he wants.
After the phone is put back where he found it, Zemo lets himself lean back on the bed for a while, hands folded over his stomach as his mind wanders, as he tries to figure out some plan for-- anything. His current predicament, or if Sam Wilson shows up on their doorstep one day.
Or worse, the Wakandans.
And some of it's just dwelling on this new body, whether it will right itself or if they'll have to reach out to the witch or the doctor or any other person who boasts themselves knowledgeable about magic.
Eventually, he knows he can't brood the entire night away and gets up to slip into the swimsuit he got. It's just a simple one piece, flattering but nothing risque, and it's covered by a robe before Zemo goes to get some towels. His goal is to slip down to the hot tub without facing Oeznik again. He's already gotten a proper enough talk from the old man that he doesn't think he needs to see whatever other exasperation or worry is there.
Technically, despite the changes, he's fine. He's healthy. He's not mutating or anything. That should count for something, yes?
And he feels better by the time he can slip into the hot water and chase some of the chill from the night air away.
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For now, Zemo slips into a robe, waiting until Bucky has slipped out before he goes to sit on the edge of the bed. He spends a bit of time scrolling through the messages on his phone - and it's not surprise to Zemo to see he's once again the villain. It is a bit... tiresome, the threats and that sense of being closed in on, sooner or later. Zemo isn't sure what will happen when that day comes.
He's not sure if it wouldn't be better in the end to slip out quietly and leave Bucky and his cat be before they're all put in the Raft or the ground together. In the end, he knows he won't actually do that. Somewhere along the way, he started to genuinely care about the man. Abandoning him now wouldn't do much good for any progress he's made, well-intentioned or not.
And then there's the selfish part of him that doesn't want to give up something that's his, something that he wants.
After the phone is put back where he found it, Zemo lets himself lean back on the bed for a while, hands folded over his stomach as his mind wanders, as he tries to figure out some plan for-- anything. His current predicament, or if Sam Wilson shows up on their doorstep one day.
Or worse, the Wakandans.
And some of it's just dwelling on this new body, whether it will right itself or if they'll have to reach out to the witch or the doctor or any other person who boasts themselves knowledgeable about magic.
Eventually, he knows he can't brood the entire night away and gets up to slip into the swimsuit he got. It's just a simple one piece, flattering but nothing risque, and it's covered by a robe before Zemo goes to get some towels. His goal is to slip down to the hot tub without facing Oeznik again. He's already gotten a proper enough talk from the old man that he doesn't think he needs to see whatever other exasperation or worry is there.
Technically, despite the changes, he's fine. He's healthy. He's not mutating or anything. That should count for something, yes?
And he feels better by the time he can slip into the hot water and chase some of the chill from the night air away.