“It’s better than making Steve worry so yes.” Later. He would text his boyfriend later when he wasn’t a bleeding and sopping mess.
It took some effort to peel his body away from Zemo’s. In the short time it had taken them to get back to the hotel, his body had grown accustomed to the strength and warmth the other man’s body provided. He shivered in his wet clothes but collapsed like a sad lump on the medical cot without complaint.
“Don’t bring me back anything ….too out there.” Bucky knew what Zemo’s closet looked like. He’d seen it the ‘few’ times he’d been over to ‘help’ and it wasn’t really his usual style.
Though Bucky didn’t mind lending a hand when needed, and he had given Zemo the open invitation to ask for help, he was getting the feeling that the other man was teasing him. But they were small requests and Bucky didn’t have the heard to outright refuse to do something if it was easily handled. Or even if it was difficult. He just didn’t know what to think of the way that Zemo watched him as he perform these particular tasks.
Just like he didn’t know for sure if that had been a genuinely flirtatious comment before or Zemo just enjoying getting under his skin.
Once the other man had left, Bucky started to wriggle himself out of his clothes. His boxers weren’t exactly dry but he wasn’t about to have Zemo walk in on him bare-ass naked so they remained. Once he was naked and found a body-length mirror near one of the contamination sinks, he took a count of the bruises. There was a bad cut up his right side. He vaguely remembered feeling something like a rock jabbing him under water. It was hard to get a good look at it and he kept twisting his reflection in the mirror so he could see if he was going to have to stitch it or not.