He shrugged. "It's what Heike wanted -- and who am I to argue with my partner? She'd look at me and she'd say, 'Helmut, one day, our boy is going to grow up and be a Sokovian leader.' And I'd think to myself, 'then why on earth did you name him Carl?' It's not a very imposing name, is it?"
But Zemo could chuckle about it now. It was sad, because that future would obviously never come to be. But those playful arguments with his wife were fond memories and they did make him smile.
"Am I? I wouldn't say that I am. Not to most. Perhaps, just to you." Zemo definitely wasn't sweet by nature. With Bucky, though, it did seem to be one of those things that came naturally. Particularly lately.
When Bucky moved to make coffee for him, the baron sat up, looking rather dumbfounded. He wasn't used to people doing things for him. Bucky making coffee for him.. that was sweet. The sort of sweet that he could see himself getting used to, in the best way possible. "Hot and full of cream," he quirked a brow, his expression turning cheeky. The unspoken, like you?
He liked this game, though. Figuring out where that line was; what was acceptable and what wasn't. Bucky seemed open to flirting. Dare he push his luck and ask for a kiss, too? "And perhaps, some sugar as well?" Zemo scooted closer to the edge of the mattress, trying to make it clear he didn't mean in his coffee.