When Zemo moves away, Bucky laments not putting a glass of water by the bed, and gingerly shuffles to the bathroom. His hair is wild, eyes bloodshot, lips swollen. His skin feels tacky with dried sweat, and there's the whole issue of letting Zemo...in him.
Once he's emptied his bladder, Bucky takes the hottest shower he can stand to loosen his muscles. While he doesn't dawdle, he doesn't rush either, taking time to make sure he's all fresh and ready to face the day.
Or his hangover.
Bucky pads into the tiny segment of his home that passes for a kitchen, lured to the scent of coffee like one of those old cartoon characters floating through the air. He's clean, but still only in his boxer-briefs; clearly Bucky is totally comfortable and not in any hurry to resume normal functioning. ]
Feels like I could eat an entire herd right now. Shower's all yours.
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When Zemo moves away, Bucky laments not putting a glass of water by the bed, and gingerly shuffles to the bathroom. His hair is wild, eyes bloodshot, lips swollen. His skin feels tacky with dried sweat, and there's the whole issue of letting Zemo...in him.
Once he's emptied his bladder, Bucky takes the hottest shower he can stand to loosen his muscles. While he doesn't dawdle, he doesn't rush either, taking time to make sure he's all fresh and ready to face the day.
Or his hangover.
Bucky pads into the tiny segment of his home that passes for a kitchen, lured to the scent of coffee like one of those old cartoon characters floating through the air. He's clean, but still only in his boxer-briefs; clearly Bucky is totally comfortable and not in any hurry to resume normal functioning. ]
Feels like I could eat an entire herd right now. Shower's all yours.