Bucky doesn't mind forward. It means that he can be forward, too, and they don't have to dance around the issue. He's harder than he can ever remember being and while he doesn't want to be rude about things he could definitely use the relief sooner rather than later and he's glad that Wanda seems to be working with the same urgency.

He pushes her fingers out of the way to undo her pants, left surprisingly nimble in spite of being prosthetic. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of them and her underwear and yanks them down.

"Sorry. I'm a little impatient. Desperate times and desperate measures."