Perhaps it's a good thing he takes her hands as she'd felt the impulsive need to wrap her arms around herself. Rather than bat his hands away, Wanda leans forward and threads their fingers together as best as she can. She doesn't look away from his face as she tilts her head to the side and smiles a close-lipped smug smile.

She might be out of her element here, but she refuses to lose what little confidence she continues to gain. She grips his hands and, with her eyes flashing a dull red without her realising, she telekinetically tugs his pants down his legs to bunch at his ankles.

"I prefer to watch," she says with a toothy smile before she laughs a little breathlessly. While she'll try and keep her powers as far away from the bedroom as possible, she can't help but have a little harmless fun. Bucky's already taken her by surprise. She doesn't want things to remain too predictable for him—and this is the only way she knows how.

But when she looks away from his face, it's to admire the slope of his neck and his broad shoulders. Her eyes linger on where his metal arm connects to his shoulder. The way his skin has healed has led to ugly scarring, but Wanda much prefers it to his right arm. It's a sign that he survived despite it all.