Central Park was definitely a familiar sight but Bucky wasn't sure if it was a friendly one. It was unusually quiet when they stepped out, he noticed, but was too busy pretending not to hear any of Zemo's questions to vocalize that astute observation. Bucky wasn't exactly ignoring him exactly. Just choosing specifically when and when not to speak. He'd agreed to come along on this excursion for one reason alone; to keep Zemo from causing trouble. He was used to that, after all. Although usually the moron in question was blonde and typically fighting to help someone else. Not to instigate more trouble.
If he were honest with himself though, it hadn't take much convincing on Zemo's part. Bucky had been hoping to see Sam. Any moment, he expected the other man to just show up with a smile, happy to see him. Maybe there would be a hug and Bucky might just let him get away with it. But this place, it looked like Central Park but there was something ...off.
"Monaco is cleaner," Bucky countered off-handedly as his gaze swept left and right. "But the birds are nicer here. Less snooty. There's the lake that I like to go and sit at. If you're into that sort of thing." Which Bucky was. He liked just being able to sit near the water, then watch and wait to see which of the bold ducks would come to visit him.