[ that gets his attention, and he snaps to, taking a step back as if spooked. ]

Ohfuck, Z, I'm sorry. Jesus, you come over to drop something off 'n I just put my mitts all over you.

[ To a man who was made an automaton, consent is critically important. Sure, they've fucked before but Zemo isn't asking, and maybe isn't so keen tonight for that...or because Bucky's three sheets to the wind.

He rubs the back of his neck, taking another step to put more space between them. ]

Youuu should probably take that nice liquor back. I think I've had enough.