"Shit." It comes out twisted, almost a hiss, and Bucky is thanking whatever weird gods run this place that he'd run into someone who knew exactly what she was doing because this is good, already, and it hasn't even gotten a good start yet. He'd said he wouldn't come in five minutes and thought it would be an easy promise to keep but now he's not so sure.

"You want to kill me," he manages to get out. "Naked. Now. Let's just get everything out of the way."

If he's going to do this, he's going to do it the right way, and that means it's going to be a little more than fucking with his clothes just moved out of the way. If he's going to get compelled to fuck someone, he's at least going to make it happen the way he likes.