Intimacy is a luxury they cannot afford. Not in this life. So they just look at each other as if from a distance, just light each other’s cigarettes sometimes and stay next to each other in silence.
“Maybe in another life—” Zemo starts to say, and he would surely have said something beautiful and poignant, but Bucky cuts him off.
“In another life you are growing old with your family.”
Zemo smiles sorrowfully.
“And what are you doing?”
“Nothing. I am living another life already.”














