[ Bucky is more than capable of keeping Zemo aloft while he finishes their journey to the bedroom. The space itself is about as spartan as the remainder of Bucky's home: simple sheets on a simple mattress on a simple frame, with a simple nightstand and a simple lamp. Nothing extravagant, nothing frivolous. It's certainly not Zemo's lavish European homes with their inlaid tilework or intricately carved head boards. And Bucky definitely doesn't have any stained glass windows.
But everything works well enough, serves its purpose, and he isn't given to spending overly much time in here anyways; sure, he sleeps a lot better now that he's worked his way through the list and has considerably fewer nightmares. But even with the occasional Louisiana trip, Bucky isn't a sound sleeper and tends to spend at least a couple nights a week staring at the television until he wakes up with the remote in his hand. Old habits, maybe.
It is upon Bucky's simple bed that he and Zemo go, the mattress groaning softly with their combined weight falling onto it. He lies on his back, just taking in the moment: are they really here? Together? In his house? Someone pinch him...actually, no. No pinching. ]
Just how much of your tongue you're willing to share.
[ And yes he's trying for a corny double entendre even with Zemo sitting across his hips. Bucky is sort of a dork. ]
Zemo: ALL THE TIME. Everything is seductive by default
But everything works well enough, serves its purpose, and he isn't given to spending overly much time in here anyways; sure, he sleeps a lot better now that he's worked his way through the list and has considerably fewer nightmares. But even with the occasional Louisiana trip, Bucky isn't a sound sleeper and tends to spend at least a couple nights a week staring at the television until he wakes up with the remote in his hand. Old habits, maybe.
It is upon Bucky's simple bed that he and Zemo go, the mattress groaning softly with their combined weight falling onto it. He lies on his back, just taking in the moment: are they really here? Together? In his house? Someone pinch him...actually, no. No pinching. ]
Just how much of your tongue you're willing to share.
[ And yes he's trying for a corny double entendre even with Zemo sitting across his hips. Bucky is sort of a dork. ]