Bucky laughs again, louder this time and he shakes his head. "Woman, you're going to give me a complex. You know who I am, I don't need more things to go to therapy for."

Therapy sucks, actually, and Bucky thinks going to therapy for sex issues must be an exquisite kind of torture. No thanks. Jessica is just playing around, though, and he appreciates it. He doesn't laugh nearly enough.

"I'm a supersoldier. All the parts hold up, promise."