"You want to sit by the lake with me?" Zemo gave Bucky a sly little smile. "That almost sounds romantic, James. Let's find a hotdog stand, make a picnic out of it."
Only.. there were no hotdog stands around. Or people at all, for that matter. And in a place like New York, it seemed very odd. Still, Zemo wouldn't label it as outright creepy or unnerving. Not yet. Maybe it was just a very secluded part of the park?
"Maybe later, you can take me shopping. These clothes - the hotel clothes - they're fine, but it's not Prada, that's for sure. Perhaps, we can pick something up for you as well." Not that what Bucky was wearing right now was unsightly. Ever since Madripoor, Bucky's taste in clothing had been more than acceptable. But then again, Zemo had been keen on making suggestions. Hey, Zemo enjoyed picking out things for Bucky to wear. Could he really be blamed? Look at him.
Zemo opened his mouth to make another comment about shopping when suddenly, someone came up from behind him. The baron hadn't even sensed him coming. His guard had been completely down, his attention elsewhere. The park had looked so empty. How could he possibly have known that they were being watched from afar?
Either way, Zemo's conversation had been abruptly cut short, as he was currently being lifted and strangled by an extremely strong man. And try as he might, he couldn't speak or cry out for Bucky, as his vocal cords were being crushed..