Zemo didn't move. He simply relaxed against Bucky's chest, enjoying the feel of his knuckles upon his back and listening to every word he said. If only his past self could see him now. The same Zemo had had bombed the UN and thrown Bucky directly into harm's way would now gladly give his life to save him. It was crazy, the turn of events that had led them here. Especially since now, Zemo couldn't imagine his life without Bucky in it, at least in some capacity.
"I like the sound of that. All of it."
The baron leaned up, softly whispering into Bucky's ear, "Я люблю вас." I love you. Followed by several, several affectionate kisses to the curve of Bucky's neck. They'd figure it out. Together. Zemo was sure of it. He believed Bucky. He believed everything that had come out of his mouth. Maybe naively, foolishly. But Zemo couldn't snuff out that rising optimism and maybe, he could finally trust someone enough to let his guard down.
But all of that, every bit of it could wait. Because Zemo still wanted his five minutes of cuddling in bed. And by god, he was going to get it.