[ Bucky tries not to let his mind drift, but it's difficult without the constant distraction of Zemo next to him. Half the point of drinking was that he was lonely, missing Steve and the Howlies and a life he never really got to live fully. He hadn't bothered Sam because he has the boys and Sarah, and it's not worth bugging the guy this late with his woes. And sure, it's kind of shitty, but Zemo doesn't have anyone either really, outside of Oeznik. It made sense at the time to send drunk texts and flirt until he netted some company out of it.

But the empty bed, brief as is, just reminds him of how solitary he feels in the modern age, how out of place. It makes him miss Wakanda (a place he can't even visit right now due to the fuck-up over the very man he's waiting on to return).

Fortunately, Zemo is back before he's able to get too maudlin, and he sits up on his elbows when Zemo comes inside the bedroom. ]

More booze? I thought I'd hit my limit. At this rate, I'll be sleeping face-down on the floor in a puddle of my own drool.