She reluctantly lets go of his hands and does as he suggests, looking at him as she does so. She sits toward the headboard and watches him, keeping her gaze on his face before she slides it down his body.

This isn't the first time Bucky's been naked before her. While his body had been fully dressed, his stories and anecdotes and what she thought to be tiny secrets had left him exposed to her each and every time he trusted her with a piece of himself. Wanda had never needed to pry into Bucky's head to know what he was thinking; most of the time, he'd tell her.

Except this. Wanda definitely missed this.

She doesn't want to stare. It'd be particularly gaudy of her. But this is the first time she's seen a man stand naked before her and look at her like she was something more than just a miracle object that happened to be created out of pure luck. Vision had been different. She always knew Vision was different.

"You're not going to take too long?" she asks, arching her brow slightly. "The ice will melt if you take your idea of time."