The soft rattle and whisper of Zemo pilfering through the medical supplies put ripples of goosebumps up and down his good arm. He rubbed his vibranium hand up and down the skin, soothing them away. It was obvious enough that he was uncomfortable with the way he was talking. He didn't need his body betraying him too.
"Important, huh?" Bucky scoffed. "Only because you need me. My strength." That wasn't a brag. It was just a fact. Bucky knew how strong he was. But he also knew how strong he wasn't. A good soldier knew his limitations. "What happens when I pull a Humpty Dumpty and you can't put me back together again?"
He tried not to but as Zemo stepped closer and started to wipe the wound clean, he moved away. It wasn't by much and Zemo's hand was steady as it went across the open cut so he relaxed and leaned back. He lifted his arm and held it there to give him more access. "If they're running around free like Josef, they're going to be almost impossible to find." Almost. As in he probably still could find them. "And if they're here, who knows who else is. Or if they made more. It would be suicide to go out there on your own." Would it matter what he said? Was there even a chance that Zemo could be convinced to stay inside the hotel and leave it be? Could he?
Bucky wasn't able to meet that impish grin with a serious glare but he tried his best. It was a compliment and Zemo wouldn't have said it if he didn't think it. "Well. As long as you think so."
It was less of a fight to get him onto the medical bed. He took the towel and laid it across his lap out of decency. Buck was just walking around in nothing but his underwear. Well. Sitting now. He was determined to keep his body from tensing up again but he still kept his eyes on Zemo and those fingers. "Have you had to do this a lot?" He asked after quietly watching for a little while.