The temptation to crawl out the window and make a run for it is there, juvenile and not well thought out and shortsighted though it might be. He'd be leaving the old girl behind. He'd have to leave them all behind. And who's to say that Zemo won't simply leave and track him down again?

Bucky spends a long time hunched over the sink, brushing his teeth and half-assing a shave. If he climbs into the shower he might not climb back out again so he settles for wetting a towel and rubbing himself clean that way. Well, not as clean as a shower. But that can wait.

He emerges with a fresh shirt on and gym shorts, glancing at Zemo and the happily panting dog stepping left and right, relishing in the attention. He shows up out of the blue, makes Bucky upset, tries to win the dog over. And claims he's just looking for breakfast.

Sure.

Fine.

He pulls a chair out and sits and glares at Zemo for a while before touching his food, pulling the bowl in a little closer. Then he seems a bit more content with staring into his bowl and nudging the fruit around with his spoon.

"Don't feed her anything weird," Bucky warns. "She's old and decrepit. You'll make her throw up everywhere."