It's Hard To Plot

"Is this the right time for me to drink a health potion?" Drake contemplated inwardly, his eyes fixated on the device that Zack had attached to Zemo's wheelchair. He gestured for Zemo to turn around for a moment, leaving Zemo puzzled but compliant.

Drake retrieved three health potions, just enough to regain strength in his arms and upper body so he could sit up on his own. "What are you going to do anyway?" Drake asked, prompting Zemo to face him again.

"You—" Zemo began, almost commenting on Drake suddenly sitting up, but he covered his mouth, quickly composing himself. "I don't actually have a plan. What else can I do when I can't walk?" he said, feigning helplessness.

Drake grinned, aware that Zemo could walk just fine. He faked a sigh and added, "I'm lost too. I can't sit up on my own either."