[ His face heats up, caught out by the lie. But he's not entirely comfortable voicing some of his feelings yet-- too vulnerable, too risky. Zemo's far more open but isn't he a man of modernity? Talking about one's inner life isn't something guys really did in the 40s.

But just trying to keep the roiling emotions at bay makes them more volatile, and his chest begins to tighten, his eyes pricking with the threat of tears. Chastened, Bucky looks downwards, his voice a soft murmur. ]

It was the first thing that popped in my head. Guess I can't stop being a spy even when I try.

[ But that's not what Zemo's bothered about. Bucky swallows again, finding it difficult to make direct eye contact. ]

I don't wanna be alone all the time.