It was one of those rare times when Zemo was expecting to be home for a decent length of time. Life in the military kept him rather... busy, and in truth, he generally enjoyed having the purpose. His mind was rarely ever at rest, rarely ever focused on a single task.

He had to admit though, a bit of a rest wasn't unwelcome.

It's morning. He's in the kitchen preparing coffee with a book sat on the counter beside him that he'd been reading. He doesn't expect anyone else to be up at the moment, but then Pietro makes his way in. Hair mussed in a way that makes Zemo smile briefly.

The orphaned Maximoffs. It had been a... risk, taking them in. They'd been young and angry, rightly so, but they've adapted well to life in the Zemo household. They made themselves useful, they were respectful. How could one complain?

"Good morning, Pietro." He greets with a nod of his head. "Is your sister still resting or did she leave with Heike?"

Errands, she'd said.