Zemo huffed out a little laugh. "You want to hear about my family?" It was easier now, years later. Back when Zemo had first met Bucky, he could hardly say their names without trembling. But time could heal all wounds - or at the very least, dull the pain - and now, Zemo was less hesitant to talk about them. To Bucky, anyway.
"I met my wife, Heike, at a party. She was easily one of the most incredible women I've ever met. She was unafraid. And assertive. And made the best goulash you've ever had in your life. I'm sure it's no surprise that she'd bring an equally driven son into the world. Carl was confident, but also excessively kind. I'm not sure where he got that sweetness from. He sure as hell didn't get it from either of his parents."
Probably Oeznik, if Zemo had to guess. The butler had played a large hand in raising Carl, especially since Zemo had been away so often on missions. Oeznik was strict, but humorous and charming in his old age. Surely some of that must have transferred to the baron's young, impressionable son.
Zemo's hand stilled, his index finger drawing shapes over the flat plane of Bucky's pectoral. "I miss them. Every day, I miss them. But we move on. Things change, people change. And we start new lives, with other people.." He gave Bucky a look. Bucky had given him permission to be bold. Was that too bold? Insinuating he wanted a life with Bucky?
He dropped his gaze. Now wasn't the time to discuss that and he knew it. So he let out an apologetically-toned, "Would you.. like some tea? Or coffee?"