Bucky's entire body went stiff at the mention of Zola. Would his nightmares never end? Zola. The man responsible for the first round of his experimentation. The man responsible for the train ambush. The man responsible for him becoming a puppet for the last several decades. How could he ever forget that monster. He took a deep breath to control the instant rage he felt.
His voice held no inflection of emotion when he responded, "I remember."
At the mention of suiting up, Bucky looked more than a bit confused. Oh sure, there were weapons all over the place thanks to Natasha. However, that was a trust he would not breach with her. They were hers for her use... or his if he needed to defend himself. He knew where he'd hide them all if this was his place, and as his student, he knew she'd have picked at least a few of the same locations.
He raised an eyebrow at Steve, "No suit and SHIELD took all my toys. You sure they'd let me..." use a weapon again. He knew they were always watching, and part of him still wondered if they were itching for an excuse to put him down. If he were part of them, he knew he would just love that excuse.