Sylvie's lips curl into a victorious grin when Bucky says she's the best, even though she can sense the emotion behind the words. She feels it, too, the way her heart thumps harder at the sight of him, the fact that she's wearing this necklace at all, that they'd fought over something as stupid as a sweater.

She doesn't know how to communicate any of it. That Bucky is as intertwined in her life as anyone has ever gotten since before her timeline was taken from her. He and Loki both are part of her in a way she would never have imagined allowing herself to have.

"He should be so lucky as to walk in on this," she answers as she rides him, hips rolling, sweat glistening on her skin. "We're beautiful."