Bucky’s eyes went wide with surprise. “You and Sam talked about me?” But that couldn’t be much of a shock. Sam had been upset about him breaking Zemo out of the Raft but he had still treated Zemo with the same amount of respect as he treated everyone. Apparently, he’d become friendly enough to divulge a few fun stories.
He grinned, then even laughed. “I hope he just told you and didn’t show you. He said he’d recorded the whole thing.” It had been a long way down from the plane. The landing had been more than just rough. But he’d just stood up and shaken it off. You know, after a minute as he caught his breath. “What’s the point of being a super soldier if I can’t enjoy it a little?”
He missed Sam too but he hoped that he didn’t end up here if only because there didn’t seem to be a way to get back home. And Bucky knew Sam would worry about his sister and her boys. Although if they came along too, well wouldn’t that be nice? “We did make quite the team, didn’t we?” He scowled briefly at the thought of Walker. “I don’t miss him. You’re a much better choice, if I had one.”
Zemo had him stitched up faster than he expected. The moment he could, Bucky hopped off the cot and started to twist this way and that, testing it out. He nodded, a little impressed. “Don’t tease me with candy unless you got some.” But the bark was fading from his tone. It was growing increasingly difficult to keep that wall between them.
Just as quickly, Bucky came back over and started picking through the clothes Zemo had brought. He slipped everything on quietly, only making a few noises of frustration at the snugness. Once he thought it all was situated on his body as he assumed, he turned to face Zemo. “Well? How do I look?”