It was a hard thing to ask of Zemo, he knew that. The man had lost his entire family. Talking about them could have been impossible for him. A loss like that was not something that could be healed easily, if ever. Bucky would never expect him to. But he was curious. His family had been important to him. He'd had a life. Been another person. He would have been okay if Zemo hadn't shared anything. That could have been a part of him that he wasn't ready to share. Maybe never would. Bucky would never push for more than he was willing. So his face lit up when Zemo did.
"Goulash?! Oof," Bucky's mouth watered at the thought. His wife sounded like everything Bucky might have imagined a partner for Zemo would be; bold and fearless. Hearing about his son was a little harder to hear, if only because the knowledge that such a young child had lost his life was still difficult for even him to remember. "Carl?" The questioning tone slipped out before he could stop himself. "Err, family name?" It just wasn't the sort of name he would have expected from a man with such high taste like Zemo. But he softened his tone quickly. "What are you talking about? You can be very sweet."
Like when he was talking about laundry and cleaning up after one another. Always offering him something whenever he came over. Always giving him the space he needed. Calling him darling. Implying that he wanted a life with him. He might as well have asked right then and there. Bucky felt a little stupid for not noticing the signs before. But he had been stubbornly in denial.
"Coffee sounds heavenly. Let me make you one." Bucky was quick off the bed, moving before Zemo could so he could beat him over to where he kept the kettle. "How do you like your coffee? Strong and bitter like me?" He tossed a Cheshire-cat-like smirk over his shoulder. Hopefully it wasn't too early for flirting.