No. No no no, this is a bad idea. He's been living in isolation for so long, so used to the silence. He can't handle someone as chatty or as manipulative or as eager to push his buttons as Zemo. Bucky frowns and lowers his gaze, unable to scrub the irritation from his face. He could have just stayed in a shitty motel or a fancy hotel or wherever he wants under one of his numerous fake identities instead of coming here to this dilapidated house and upsetting the grumpy old man living there.

But when Bucky was on the run he was on his own, constantly looking over his shoulder, trying to find odd jobs that paid in cash so he could live month to month in dodgy places no one would think to look. Zemo doesn't exactly share his problems, but. He doesn't really have anyone either.

Maybe he can put up with his shit. If it's just for a few days.

"...bedroom's behind you. Door on the left." This isn't a hotel, he can expect it'll be more of the same there. Bucky's kept the window ajar so it's not musty or mouldy, although there's just a metal bedframe there standing up on its side pushed against the wall with the window, and no mattress. He'll need to go out into town to buy that, and a few other things to make the place more habitable.

"I don't have a mattress, or pillows. Or much food."