If he could read Wanda's thoughts about the two of them, Bucky would be in complete agreement with the idea that there was no reason to try to analyze or overthink any of it. They were having fun, and considering both of their backgrounds, just being able to say that was remarkable enough in and of itself and more than enough reason to not fix what wasn't broken.

And no, the occasional picture of her semi-nude didn't hurt things, either. Wanda was a pretty young woman, and Bucky had literally been on ice for decades.

He laughs as he barely sets a foot in her place before he's spinning on his heels and heading back down the hall with her. It must be quite the sight with her having a man his size in tow, Bucky thinks, and trots along behind her.

"Sounds good-- where do you want to go?"