Bucky + Peggy
He smiled, sappy as as a maple tree. The Asgardian liquor was heavy in his blood now. "There's no one that deserves a happy ending more than Steve, you're right there. Not in my book. But you know I'm biased and I think you are too," he nudged her back affectionately. "I'd build him a whole house with a white picket fence if that's what he wanted. In fact, some day I hope to actually do that. That's the life I want with him."
Where Zemo fit into all of that, well that was still being decided.
His cheeks were bright pink under Peggy's personal observation. Steve looking at him in that way now made his skin get hot and his stomach turn over. Sometimes it was still hard to believe that Steve felt that way about him. "He never said anything. Or maybe he did and I misunderstood. But I never said anything either. When I did get my memory back and got to know Natasha and Sam and the others, I thought Steve and Tony were ...I guess I felt like if I did say something then, it wasn't my place. Even here, after what happened on Valentine's Day between them, I don't know, maybe I felt like there were paths that we had wanted to take at one point and hadn't been able to. Neither of us want the other to have regrets."
Bucky chuckled, then cringed. "Yeah, I told him basically what I told you. He didn't take it very well at first. Maybe that was all the time in the ice but Steve gives one helluva cold shoulder." It'd been a tough week. One he wouldn't be forgetting. "I think he gets the moving on part. Honestly? He doesn't like that it's Zemo. To be fair, if I were him, I'd be confused too. He has a past but ...so do I."
What a picture he and Steve were painting of the Sokovian. He could see Peggy putting it all together, placing the pieces of what they'd said into one whole. "Did Steve tell you why Zemo tried to drive that wedge between him and Tony? Why he became obsessed with ending the Avengers?"