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[ More like his body mass- Zemo isn't sporting big-ass supersoldier muscles like Bucky.

He tips his head back at the comments about Oeznik being fond. ]

What? Really? I thought he'd have rather that truck blew up with me in it, from the way he looks at me.

[ Maybe the old man is hard to read. ]

[ Alas, he doesn't quite have the muscle mass either. But that also doesn't mean he won't be stealing some shirts on occasion anyway. ]

He thought both you and Sam were too soft on them, too afraid to do what needed to be done because you needed to believe that there was some... hope of salvation. That they weren't dangerous symbols to be left alive, especially after the death of their leader.

[ and Bucky likely knows Zemo agrees with that as well. ]

[ He's heard this spiel before. ]

I'm sure.

So... the last part of the trilogy? I can make more popcorn or order some pizza.

[He suppresses a sigh at that. Well-- they are dealt with now, he supposes. No need to keep rehashing it... until the next would-be mad icon makes an appearance at the very least.]

Pizza, I think.

[Although there's a hint of amusement in his expression when he fixes his attention back on Bucky.]

A former baron and colonel of the Sokovian military and a former weapon of HYDRA watching movies together... do you think many would have ever thought such a thing would happen?

[He may have taken offense at the very notion many years ago.]

[ Bucky chuckles, reaching for his phone so he can pull up the delivery information. ]

Look, I've met a talking raccoon. This? Totally normal.

Toppings?

Talking racoons. Of course.

[So much superhero nonsense, Bucky, and now Zemo has willingly let himself be pulled right into it.]

Ah, I'm not picky as long as there's bacon.

[ Bucky taps the order in, pausing for a brief moment before throwing wings in also. He flicks the phone back onto the table, and leans back, leaning in against Zemo again.]

45 minutes.

Yeah, he asked if my arm was for sale. Not exactly the best time in the middle of a shootout with six-legged aliens.

Why would a raccoon want your arm?

[His brows furrow and a brief grimace graces his feature, even as he settles an arm back around Bucky.

The domesticity is... strange for a moment, especially considering the topic of conversation.]

Is this the fight that sent the world into chaos?

Yeah, the siege on Wakanda. He teleported in on Thor's shoulder.

[ bucky takes a moment, blinking at the absurdity of it all. He won't mention the tree. ]

Hell if I know what talking animals do with Vibranium arms.

Ah, of course. The God of Thunder.

[There's a wry note to his voice at the thought of that. Gods among men. Talking animals.]

[ Yeah, it sounds absurd. Almost like the movie they are hopefully going to watch. ]

Tell me about it. I saw more lightning though.

Well-- I guess there's no thunder without lightning first... [ Bucky it's not that deep. ] Anyway, space wizards?

[There's an amused huff as he goes to start the next movie up.]

At least that may be a bit easier to digest than Norse gods among us.

I mean, he kind of is? But it's more that they visited here a long time ago and people made the legends after.

[ At least that's how it was explained to him, after everything settled down. Aliens are gods, and animals talk. It's enough to make a person's head spin. ]

So what's this one called?

You've certainly made some... interesting friends, James.

[He gives a shake of his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips. It's certainly a bit much even for him to wrap his head around -- makes his skin crawl just a bit, considering what the likes of Thor has brought with him.]

Return of the Jedi. I think you will like this one more, James.

[At least the heroes win.]

[ Bucky wouldn't call Thor a friend in the traditional sense, even if the giant man would probably not feel the same way. It seems anyone who fights alongside the god in battle is a friend, no matter low long they've known each other. ]

Jedi -- this one was on Steve's list.

How much of his list did you complete?

[He asks curiously, eyes darting over to the other man. He'd seen the list, of course. He just wonders how much Bucky pursued of it.]

I suppose we do know that you are not a fan of Marvin Gaye...

[Or at least not as much as Sam may wish...]

I liked him! [ Indignant. ] I just like other styles more.

[ Bucky shifts, because this could inevitably lead to him slipping into a funk over the way things used to be. Before he fell off a train and nearly died at the bottom of a snowy ravine.

But to the original question: ]

I dunno, some of that I didn't care about, some of it I had vague memories of and didn't wanna go through again. This was on there, so I'd mark that off--if I still had it.

Don't worry, James. I won't give you as hard of a time as Sam.

[He watches him quietly as he shifts around.]

You could always make a list of your own, with what you would want to do. I suppose I could promise not to read this one.

Ehh, it'd just be pop culture stuff. I'd rather you make a list of good tv or movies for me to go through.

[ His phone buzzes with a notification that the food is almost here. As if on cue, his stomach rumbles softly. ]

Ordering pizza was the best idea.

Would you? You trust my taste so much... I can do this for you.

[He thinks he knows Bucky well enough to be able to make some suggestions, and the classics are well known enough anyway.]

It was a very good idea, but tomorrow, we will actually stock your kitchen, James. I will have to insist.

[ Bucky chuckles, tipping his head. Zemo has a fair point, and it'll need lots of love if entertaining a guest. ]

Bachelor pads aren't fit for barons.

Ah, but you asked me to stay with you... is it truly a bachelor pad any longer?

[Not that he-- necessarily wants to label this, but it certainly isn't quite just an ill-advised hookup whenever they should cross paths now.]

Unless I should still expect the potential to walk in on you in another's company...

I think not.

[ Whatever this is, Bucky damn sure isn't going to be sleeping with other people. Sure this is star-crossed, but it's nice. It's what he needs for the time being.

Just as he's about to lean in and kiss Zemo to drive the point home, there's a sharp knock at the door. ]

Pizza's here.

[ Bucky leaps up to answer the door and fish for some cash in his pocket. Once they're alone again, he brings the food to the coffee table and fetches some sodas. ]

I know it's all sugar, but I ran out of beer.

[There's a smile at the easy agreement. He knows this can't be forever -- even if a tiny part of him may think that would not be so horrible. But while it lasts? He's certainly inclined to enjoy it.

And a selfish part of him is rather glad for the confirmation that he has Bucky to himself. He never claimed to not be a selfish man.]

Sugar is fine, James.

[It isn't as if he hasn't lived on worse. Possibly his steady diet of black coffee and bacon was worse than this.]

One day, I should cook for you. I am not so bad in the kitchen... and perhaps someone aside from me can appreciate Sokovian dishes.

I love European food. Got to sample a lot of regional stuff when I was on the run. What are the main dishes?

[ Bucky tucks his bare feet under himself and leans in against Zemo as he explains. ]

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Getting on a jet plane!

Without a rich baron?? 😮

I saw one w/a Bucky! (Am at a convention)

Ahh, awesome! (Dragon Con? Hope you have fun!)

Dragon Con yes!!!

Ahh, awesome! I didn't make it this year. Hope you're having fun!

!!!! YOU GO TO DRAGON? ILU 3000

💕!!!

I FINALLY SAW SOME ZEMOS

DW hates seeing Zemos and notifs apparently!!

Zemo doesn't like that!! Zemo will break Dw's knees 😡