Sam, Bucky, Zemo
That had gone much better than Sam was expecting. Instead of relaxing, it put him more on guard. Things never went this well.
He nodded in response to Zemo, glad that they'd obtained the location, and wondering if they would be able to avoid the Power Broker. If they could get in and out without calling much attention to themselves...
... which was when his phone rang and he groaned. Of course he'd forgotten to put it on silent. He fumbled with it, intending to ignore the call, but Selby spoke up. "Answer it. On speaker."
Fuck. Sam closed his eyes, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't greet him by name.
"Mr. Wilson? This is Arnold Flickinger from the Bank of New Orleans..." the man began. So much for that. Sam hung up, but Selby had clearly heard him being addressed by a different name than Zemo used to introduce him.
He shoved his phone back in his pocket and said, "Let's go," to Bucky and Zemo.