"The Energizer bunny, hm? Well, I can think of better ways than fighting super soldiers to use all that energy -- " Zemo lifted a brow. Was the comment inappropriate? Or just vague enough not to be? Either way, the baron kept his intention vague.
It was funny how Zemo could flirt when he was still fuming with silent anger. But he'd be hard-pressed to show it. Anger was something he had learned to keep a lid on long ago. Because an angry mind was an unfocused mind, and in most cases, he couldn't afford to let that particular emotion get the best of him.
"Of course I have a closet. Are you saying you want to wear my clothes? James, tell me, how is that better?" It wasn't a no and truth be told, it wasn't a terrible idea. Zemo wasn't a thousand percent sure that his attire would fit Bucky properly. At the same time, there wasn't a way that Rogers could trace the change in clothes back to Zemo. For all he knew, Bucky could have gone shopping while he was out. ..and picked up shirts that was a size too small.
Once they had made it to the medical room, Zemo helped Bucky to the cot in the center of the space, encouraging him to sit down.
"I'm going to go grab some things from my room. In the meantime, maybe take these off?" He reached out, giving Bucky's soaking wet sleeve a tug. "I'll be quick."