[ Bucky answers with his own soft chuckling, helpfully removing his hand so Zemo can collect himself. It's a little too risky to let himself enjoy that soft kiss to his shoulder, to think about what they could get up to without the constant threat of the carceral system looming over them.
So he flops over onto his back, lying next to Zemo. ]
Face up or down? ...shit we're gonna need something slick. Shitttt.
[ He isn't getting up to search yet, but is already wondering if he's put the cart before the horse. ]
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So he flops over onto his back, lying next to Zemo. ]
Face up or down? ...shit we're gonna need something slick. Shitttt.
[ He isn't getting up to search yet, but is already wondering if he's put the cart before the horse. ]