When he woke up that morning, even before he opened his eyes, he'd felt it. Something had changed. The air was different but not unfamiliar. Cherry blossoms. He'd only opened his eyes for a second. That was all it took for him to know where he was. But he kept his eyes closed, just wanting to pretend, if only for one more minute. He didn't want to know why he was here. It didn't matter. Things would go back to the way they had been.
He felt the bed shift but didn't move. It was real early, he could tell even if he hadn't looked at the clock. The sun had only just started peeking through the curtains. The sound of the door opening had him curious but he stayed where he was, still as the dead. It wasn't until he felt Zemo's hand gently graze his shoulder that he finally opened his eyes again.
No more pretending. He felt guilty for even trying.
"Hey." His voice was still heavy and thick from sleeping. Clearing his throat, he then sighed and sat himself up in the bed. "Why did you leave earlier?" Bucky had heard the door. Zemo's footsteps had returned quickly though. After half a moment, he realized what the Sokovian had been trying to do. "You were seeing if we're tied to each other, like you and Peggy." He rubbed at his stomach. There were feelings in there but nothing like what had been between him and Will. No, this was different.
He glanced up at Zemo, grinning half-heartedly. "Good morning?"