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An outfit or two will hardly harm anything in the long run - if this lasts longer, he can worry about adding to things then. And explaining to Oeznik what is happening. "Something for the day, something for the evening... We will see from there tomorrow."

The insistence has Zemo pausing, tilting his head as Bucky seems to dig himself deeper. It's amusing at least, and a bit flattering. For all the complaints this morning, at least Bucky does seem to find him attractive, even like-- this. It shouldn't be... relieving, but it is, in a way. "I need at least shoes, James..."

The ones he owns now are a bit... big. "But possibly, I can be convinced to lounge in less later, if you would like."

Strange as that may be.

"O-of course. We can do shoes first." It seems unsafe to be walking around in ill-fitting shoes, especially if it's icy or snowy outside. "I'll bring a bag to bring back what you're wearing." Having Bucky standing around Hovering should hopefully keep all the assistants at bay so Zemo can take his time.

"No, it's fine. It's too cold for that." Unless Zemo means sitting around in his turtleneck and flannel pants. Or, you know, trying out the hot tub. But that might give Zemo swimsuit ideas so Bucky isn't mentioning it.

"Let's go, if you're ready. I'll drive. You can't in those shoes." Before Zemo thinks Bucky is 'being weird about it' again.

Oh, he's definitely being weird again. Weird about a lot of things. No fun at all, stammering his way away from some harmless flirtation. But Zemo just gives a gracious nod and starts out.

He'd rather drive, if he's honest, but it may be for the best if Bucky does it. Gives him elsewhere to focus his thoughts after their rather... shaky morning. So that means avoiding Oeznik's curious gaze as he maneuvers his way out, and into the passenger seat of their waiting car.

He settles in comfortably, eyes focused out the passenger window. "At least let us see if there is another place to get clothes than Wal-Mart."

They won't be his usual quality, no matter what, but he'd rather have at least some choice.

"...it's Wyoming." Which is not to say that there isn't, but he's just trying to manage Zemo's expectations. There's going to be a lot of flannel and Wranglers jeans even if they head to one of only three malls. Maybe they'll end up walking through all of them before the day is done.

Bucky rarely drives, but when he does, usually he waits until the car and the baron are warmed up enough before taking off. Not today though, in case Oeznik decides to follow after them.

"There's a JCPenney in a couple of the malls." That's better than Walmart, right? Bucky glances over at Zemo, who seems to have taken more of an interest in what's going on outside the window than wallow in the awkwardness that has settled between them.

"Hey." Bucky swallows and reaches over, hesitantly tucks a bit of hair behind Zemo's ear. "It's gonna be fine." Zemo's reflection looks a little pensive, even if he isn't necessarily worried. Bucky is definitely worried, but. When is he not?

"There are still places other than Walmart," Zemo insists. It may end in jeans and flannel still, but they can try. Even if he does wrinkle his nose a bit at the next suggestion. It is... slightly better though. They do have a section for 'nicer' clothes. Maybe.

But before he can say anything one way or another, there's a hand through his hair and Bucky being-- strange again. Slightly strange. "Of course."

'Fine'. He's still not thrilled at the idea of calling any of Bucky's acquaintances if this doesn't fix itself. He's also not entirely ready to accept staying like this forever as the alternative either. "And if I am stuck like this?"

Look, if Zemo wants to get Hot Topic fishnets to sate his midlife crisis, Bucky isn't going to stop him either. But JCPenney is one of few brands older than he is and he's fairly sure they're quite reliable when it comes to decent clothes.

"Then you're free to go anywhere you like, do anything you want with anyone, and-- you'll want to buy more shoes." At that point there's not really a question of whether Zemo likes it. He has to get used to it regardless. But he'll still have a butler, a spouse, and a cat. The same old house - or the new and improved version of the same old house, at least. Nothing else will change.

"Anyway, it won't come to that. We'll find a way to fix this - after you've done everything you've been wanting to do since you got out."

He'll take something a little more classic, thank you... although Bucky may appreciate fishnets more.

"You're very optimistic today, James." He shifts a little bit to turn to face Bucky more properly. Done everything he's wanted to do... he's not entirely certain he's ever thought about that, not really.

"I never made many plans for something I had thought wouldn't happen, you know." So that may require some planning. Until then-- "Lunch and dinner without worry will be nice."

It's more than they've had recently. "Is there anything you've wanted to do?"

Well, one of them has to be, and usually Zemo is the optimistic one telling him to cut it out so today it'll just have to be Bucky trying his best to swap roles.

"I think I've done everything I could have wanted to do, and more things I didn't know I wanted to do in the time we've been together." From the beginning of course; he's not talking about married life. Anyway, Bucky is a simple man. He just wants to eat all the junk he can get away with eating, and for the most part be left alone.

Anyway, like he said, it's Wyoming. Even if there was something he wanted to do, they aren't likely going to be able to do it here.

"I don't have swimwear either. For the hot tub." There. That's one thing at least. Getting into the hot tub, not actually shopping for swimwear.

"It has been a rather exciting time, hasn't it? I thought the ending of it would be the unplanned wedding." But here they are, one of them in an entirely different body. That's more exciting than even waking up wed, he'd say.

"Then, we will get you something." He smiles a little more at the prospect of Bucky joining him. And then more jokingly-- "Unless you want to skip the suits entirely, of course. It is private."

It's such a strange little thing. The wedding and now this. Something like this was the life he'd been expecting to have, after the war. It was just what people did, if they survived, and he never really questioned it. They'd come home, secure a job, find a girl to (finally) settle down with, get their own place, have children. This is simultaneously the most abnormal and normal thing he's had for as long as he can remember.

Normalcy is what therapy was supposed to do for him. Instead he got Walker and Karli and Sam. But one night in Vegas and he got this. Sure, Zemo will change back soon enough, and he'll find a way to get unmarried. But right now, Bucky actually has this, and it's amusing enough to scoff and smile to himself about.

"Oeznik wouldn't want to see that." They already put the old man through so much. They can spare him all their bits hanging out. "Does he have something to wear for the hot tub?" He can't imagine Oeznik ever unwinding in a hot tub but it's there, and they're not going to be hogging it 24/7.

It's-- strange to be certain. He'd had this life once -- a spouse, a home to come back to, peace. He wasn't on this end of things, not the wife, but it's stopped being unnerving... wearing that ring on his finger. They'll have to undo the marriage, one way or another. But right now, he's feeling strangely... content.

... Aside from how wrong he feels in this body, but if Bucky can summon it in himself to be optimistic about it working out somehow, then Zemo can trust that.

Besides, Zemo is just distracted enough by that smile Bucky is giving to brush aside his own concerns. Easier to let out a soft chuckle at the question. "I am not certain I have ever seen Oeznik out of his suit. Perhaps there is just another underneath."

His butler is far too proper to be seen wearing swimwear or jumping in a hot tub. "But I suppose he does deserve the chance to relax as well. Or at least the encouragement to do so."

He shifts a little bit, enough to lean into Bucky's side as his gaze turns towards the road spreading out in front of them. "You can give him a swimsuit... I want to see his face."

Is Oeznik just a Russian doll of suits? "What does he wear in the summer?" Maybe just a shirt and trousers, or a vest. The suit's a little overkill, especially in a flannel and jeans part of the country, even for a farmhouse which is more rustic, informal, muted.

"If you know his size I'd get him a swimsuit." That is a challenge Bucky is willing to accept. "Or at least some boardshorts." The most he could picture Oeznik in is a full body wetsuit, but that's the kind you'd go surfing or try to carry out a mission with an underwater component in. It's not really private hot tub wear.

"Not a skimpy, tight little speedo. I wouldn't wear that." That's a weird gift to get. Bucky wouldn't get anyone lingerie either. He's boring like that.

He could very well be. They'll have to put that theory to the test at some point, won't they? "Do you think he will dress much differently in the summer?"

Zemo gives another amused huff. "I think I will know his size. We will get him a few things... he does enough to have more than earned a proper show of appreciation."

Even if he's rather sure Oeznik won't really appreciate much of what Wyoming has to offer in terms of clothing any more than Zemo himself. It is something though, and it is home for now.

"I don't know... you may look very nice in a speedo, James." There's a teasing twitch to his lips as he looks the other man over.

"But fine, you can have something sensible and perfectly boring, I suppose."

"Maybe he will prove me wrong and show up to breakfast in a Hawaiian shirt one summer day." Bucky shrugs. He'd get Oeznik a Hawaiian shirt to go with the boardshorts if he thought it would see any use.

He wrinkles his nose at any one of them wearing speedos. Maybe Zemo wouldn't mind, in his original body. They just look uncomfortable, and unflattering.

"I'll wear the tiniest trunks you can find," Bucky compromises. Which sounds dangerous in and of itself. But he's not regretting it yet. Honestly, he'd just wear anything Zemo buys for him. Beggars can't be choosers.

"I think we're almost there. Think you can walk in those?"

If Oeznik ever shows up in a Hawaiian shirt, there may be something deeply wrong...

But there's still a soft chuckle at the mental image, and Bucky's compromise. Well, maybe Zemo can have mercy and choose something not tiny and uncomfortable. "I think I will manage, James."

He pulls away to get out of the car once they're parked, feeling only slightly ridiculous in his ill-fitting clothes. He will manage though... hopefully. It is nice to not have to look over his shoulder for anyone who may recognize him. He's rather certain no one will.

"I would say shoes first, but I suppose we should see the type of clothes before deciding that."

Is he going to try matching styles and colour coordinating already? Was Zemo always like this or is he just going full woman?

"Black boots go with anything," Bucky points out. He doesn't think it's safe for Zemo to be wearing oversized shoes shopping for clothes first, especially if the floor is going to be wet from melted ice off of other peoples' shoes.

"We can circle back and get more-- styles once you get some clothes." Bucky doesn't actually know how many styles of shoes women have. When he sees all those different shoes, heels - wedges, stilettos, two inches, four inches, platforms - flats, sneakers, boots, sandals, slip-ons, open toes, close toes - what the fuck are 'crocs'? - he's going to shit himself.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with caring about the style of your clothes -- even if these aren't the quality he's used to. Nothing tailored here, no expensive fabrics or high end labels. But he will make it work somehow.

"Not with everything. I was married before and my wife would have had a word with you about that. And you are the one who said to enjoy this while it lasts... black boots hardly go with something meant for a proper date." At least the type he's sure Bucky is talking about.

"But fine-- we will get a pair of shoes first." If Bucky is going to fuss so much, there's no reason to stress him out on what is supposed to be a day of freedom. "You're worrying over me so much today, James... is it some old-fashioned mentality you haven't shed yet or do I truly look so pitiful?"

"What proper date?" Aren't they just going somewhere nearby to have lunch and dinner? Do married people still date? Is Zemo expecting him to do something special? Don't do this to him, Zemo...

"I'm not old fashioned," he complains, stressing out a bit. "You don't like it when I look at you," read: stare incessantly in a kind of silence everyone else finds unnerving. "You don't like it when I ask if you're doing okay after this has happened to you. What do you want me to do?"

"We're going to dinner later, yes?" If married people want to stay married, they certainly do date once in a while... not that they're technically-- married. Not like that. But still, it sounds nice to dress up a bit, go to dinner like they aren't wanted anywhere at all.

"It's not that I dislike you looking at me, but it was a bit... much this morning." Perhaps he hadn't handled it well, between the yelling about changes and seeing what happened to his own body. Normally, that unnerving stare is something he can tolerate - hardly notices anymore. He breathes out a sigh before he turns his attention to Bucky.

He's maybe been a bit too defensive today, too suspicious.

"Apologies," he murmurs before he starts towards the shoe section of the store. "I feel like things have been out of my control lately and it isn't a feeling I do well with... this was the tipping point. So I'm not certain I'm okay at all, but-- I want to try to enjoy this day as much as possible."

He makes a line for the boots, focusing his attention on those, trying to decide what size he may need now, which style. "And I would like to enjoy it with you, James. We may not get another opportunity."

Oh they are most definitely technically married and Bucky who has never been married before is low-key panicking right now. It's not as if he could have consulted Oeznik for advice. He hadn't prepared anything. Does he have the time to try and sneak away and surprise Zemo with something nice? Probably not. Not in a way that Zemo wouldn't notice, anyway.

"Don't apologise." It's not like Bucky's not partially to blame. He picked a bad time to act out. The whole morning's been a bit much and if Bucky isn't acting normal, he doesn't recognise what he's doing different that Zemo has picked up on.

Anyway, dinner is a dinner problem. They can just focus on boots for now. Of which Bucky can now see there are many kinds for women, with and without heel, ankle high, knee high, thigh high, leather, canvas, Gore-Tex...

"Is 'ugg' short for ugly?" Bucky wrinkles his nose at the UGG boots, leaning in close to examine the sheepskin interior. Of course, that's where Bucky would find a gem of a pair that he immediately picks up and laughs at.

"It's like your coat but for your feet." Clearly he hasn't been clothes shopping much because this is too ridiculous.

Zemo hadn't actually intended to induce any sort of panic over dinner. It isn't as if they haven't had-- what may constitute as a date or two in the past. He's happy with food and company, and not worrying if law enforcement will be stepping in to drag him away again.

He finds something that feels like it would be practical for right now right about the time Bucky decides to pick up-- that. There's an amused huff. "James... my coat is much nicer than that and you know it."

He nudges a shoulder into the other man and shakes his head. "Let me try some of these on, and then we will find the underwear section..."

He'll need some, especially if this ends up lasting more than a day. Hopefully Bucky can look at the lingerie with a straight face.

"I 'unno, this says it was harvested from real sheep." He's pretty sure Zemo's coat isn't made of real sheep. Although Zemo might have caught him once or twice either partially under the coat or just hugging it like a pillow, breathing in the cologne and humming contentedly as he slowly drifts off to sleep.

He clears some empty boxes aside on the closest seat so Zemo can sit down and try a few different pairs on. He's really going for it, different designs and heels and shapes and materials, which shouldn't surprise Bucky. Zemo's the adventurous one between them. Bucky would have just worn the same thing, just in different sizes.

He's far more at home around the shoes than the underwear when they do eventually leave all the footwear behind. He's the only guy wandering amidst the fields of bras and panties and the few stringy pieces of buttfloss, garter belts and mesh sheer chemises as they get to the sexy lingerie has him blushing and averting his gaze.

He's tense and on edge until he finds a corner to hover around, and then he gets distracted by some lacy pieces that he can't resist touching and a silky nightgown that he grabs a handful of and rubs between his fingers, feeling the fabric against his callouses. Maybe he really is old-fashioned and boring. There's certainly no silk or lace action in the bedroom.

He could point out the fact that Bucky seems much fonder of his coat than the shoes-- of course he's seen the soldier using it as a makeshift pillow or blanket before. It's-- endearing, in a way. One that Zemo can't bring himself to complain about when it seems oddly contenting for Bucky.

There's no point in not exploring the other side now that he's rather stuck for the time being, and for who knows how long if they have to seek outside help. They'll find something to do with the items after... hopefully there is an after.

The underwear is a bit more daunting. There are so many more styles of underwear for women-- thongs and bikinis and briefs and hipsters, and everything in between. He's not entirely sure what to choose, and part of him almost wants to pass on it for an overwhelming second. He eventually settles on a few items though... just in time to see Bucky's fascination with the gown.

"We could get that if you like it so much," he jokes.

Does Zemo really want Bucky to be rolling around on the floor chewing on his shoes?

"I don't like wearing much when I sleep." He's also not really the lounging around with his hair rollers and fluffy slippers type, even if Zemo is slowly introducing him to the concept of lounging around, so he wouldn't have a need for a gown.

Bucky pointedly ignores Zemo's haul of underwear and looks around the other parts of the store. He expects that Zemo wants to spend some time trying on different clothes, so he plucks a shopping bag off the nearest stand and holds it open, letting Zemo dump all the things he wants in there.

"Is it weird buying women's clothes? I mean, I know you were married, but. This is for you..." Clothes are clothes in the end, no real reason why they have to be gendered. But Bucky would have hangups wearing some of the things Zemo's put in the bag. It does feel a little pervy...

Well, Zemo isn't one to complain about Bucky's lack of clothing when he sleeps, really. Most especially when it's often in his bed and he reaps the benefits of all that exposed, warm skin often enough. But he does give a shake of his head as he dumps items into the bag, giving a thoughtful hum.

"A bit, but... I suppose it is a chance to experience things from a different perspective. It shouldn't be wasted, should it? Most don't get this chance."

He flashes a curious look though, studying Bucky in the way that he always does. While Zemo isn't the type prone to shame in these matters, he doesn't necessarily want to make Bucky any more uncomfortable than he's been. "Are you uncomfortable with it, James? I noticed you were certainly not interested in a shower together this morning."

He can make certain he's covered up a bit if it helps.

... Although the underwear stays. "It's fine, if you are."

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