Bucky was about as subtle as a brick to the head, she thought as she idly rubbed at herself. He had the same tells he always did when he was peeking at her or Steve and had the filthiest of thoughts running through his mind. It was the same blush, the same hitch of his leg and the huffiness. Adorable and quite a turn on.
"Not complaining at all, love," she clarified, watching as Steve's fingers snaked across her thigh and up to her hip enough to catch the ties. He'd threatened before to rip them off her if she wound him up just right. Peggy wondered if he would ever do that, simply snap in public. "And why would we tell you when it can be a secret between me and my Bucky?" she said, batting her eyelashes innocently.