┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆ the force he used to curl his fingers into the back of zemo's ridiculous coat, yanking him back onto the curb and thus out of the trajectory of a passing vespa was assertive as best and excessive at worst. dark eyes slid closed as bubbling frustration surged in his chest-- just a simmer of annoyance, nothing more. ( as often things were with the baron ). the buzz of the scooter disappeared into the cacophony of night life and bucky took in a slow, measured breath before speaking. ❝ are you trying to make my job as difficult as possible? ❞ instead of removing his hand, his fingers slowly uncurled, shifting his strength into a firm push against zemo's lower back, urging the other to move across the street.
even before he reached the door, he mourned the loss of faceless anonymity within holing up at an apartment that was not his own. yet, no matter how much zemo reminded him of a ruffled persian cat: all elegance and grace, yet disgruntled and perturbed by anything possibly to be interpreted as an interruption, bucky knew he was no pet to be kept in a cage. in fact, he was doubly sure the sokovian would chew through his own leg without hesitation should anyone try.
cold, artificial fingers curled around the end of his cigarette, relishing the way the dull amber spark faded immediately upon contact, and dragged it from between his teeth. with a flick of his finger, he sent the half finished stick to join the sludge of dirtied sleet behind the doorway. this: a simple way to make zemo's spine tighten and a pursed expression of irritation to break through his otherwise perfect facade of poise.
bucky let zemo do the talking--- he would do a better job of it anyway-- people tended to become uneasy when speaking to the super soldier-- whether they recognized him or not. dark blues shifted slowly up and down the host before assessing the rest of the restaurant-- it was thrumming with warm life, a jazz band tucked into the corner, couples and parties chatting low over spiced wine and candlelight-- bucky spared a glance upward and pondered the risk of waiting outside and finishing the other half of his cigarette. ❝ did you have to pick the busiest restaurant in town? ❞
