The extra speed's afforded Bucky a better handle on the plane right from the get-go, and scrambling up to straddle the fuselage takes him only a matter of seconds, his knees pressing firmly in on either side to keep stable. Looking down from this height is a dizzying, but necessary evil; he turns at the waist, keeping one hand on the plane to steady himself as he leans back.

"Steve!" he shouts. "Here-- Take my hand!