Somewhere, Bucky's sure, there's a computer with a database on everyone in the world like them that's ever made any kind of news, and it could easily do a few million calculations and give odds on which one of them would win a half-naked footrace around his apartment. But that's way less fun than actually doing it, and honestly, he's much more in the mood to skip to the post-race festivities.

He steps back as Jessica guides him, smirking. "Definitely sounds like a good place to start. I've got no objections to letting you have your way with me for a while before switching it up." When the back of his legs find the bed, Bucky sits down, leaning back, inviting Jessica to climb onto him or proceed however she feels.