It's just soft. Bucky hasn't had a lot of softness in his life. There had been some before the war, the times when he'd been with girls just for fun and nothing else, but none of it was serious or felt as compassionate as this kiss with Wanda does. They're both strangers here but they're also strangers back home, too. Wanda has a power people are afraid of the same way they're afraid of him.

It seems right that two outcasts would find one another and take comfort in that. It's different with Wanda than it would be with anyone else. He slides his left hand down her back to press her close to him and realizes that with anyone else, he'd have to explain it, but with Wanda she knows what he is and what he's capable of doing. Wanda, too, can stop him if he loses control.

It makes him feel free. He doesn't have to worry about hurting her and he doesn't have to hold back because Wanda is someone who could easily put him down and neutralize him until he came back to himself. It means he's allowed to get carried away.

"Could be dangerous, kissing someone as pretty as you," he teases, nipping at her lower lip. "Might want to come back."