In the deep

Bali

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Apparently throwing a dart at a map wasn't as romantic as it sounded because both of you threw it into the middle of the ocean. You laughed as soon as you pulled off your blind fold to see your dart right next to Bucky's in the middle of the pacific no where near a country or island. Of course finding a spot to vacation would even be difficult for the two of you.

You let you mind wander to what life would look like if you and Bucky had a normal life but the second you realized that he would probably be buried in the trenches of Germany since the serum would of never happened you shook your head. It wasn't a fantasy game you got to play. If Bucky had never been down the road he was on then you would of never gotten to meet him.

"Alright we both throw at the same time and whatever place is in the middle that's where we go." You grabbed both of the darts off the map and tossed one to bucky before you both turned closing your eyes and he counted down from three.

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And just like that sixteen hours later you were in Bali. You were pretty sure that's not where the darts were landing and the gust of wind in your room indicated Pietro moved the darts before you both could blink but you weren't mad about it. It was warm and tropical and the locals didn't ask questions when it came to Bucky's arm. Things were just zen.

Both of you had slept on the jet ride over you made sure to send your dad a thank you text for leaving it behind, you weren't sure how Bucky would of gotten through TSA at a normal airport. But here you both were luggage in hand walking up to the little bungalow you had booked while on the flight read for some time to just be yourselves.

Everything was open in the place, white curtains flowed all around and salt filled the air from the ocean breeze coming in. There was a small kitchen area full of fresh fruit and on the patio was a table for two, you looked forward to having breakfast there in the mornings over looking the ocean. Then patio dropped right off into the ocean just waiting for it to be explored. Pillows and cushions lined the floor in stead of a couch. Large beautiful tropical plants were littered through the main room. You and Bucky both stood in the middle of the room with your jaws dropped, neither one of you had ever seen anything so peaceful.

"This is amazing." He muttered.

"I don't think were going to want to go back." You chuckled.

"Are you hungry?" Bucky made his way over to the kitchen while you took your bags into the bedroom.

"Yea actually a small snack would be great." You called from the room.

Nat helped you pack making sure you had enough bathing suits and sunscreen. She had also packed up a few pistols into your bag, 'just in case'. She wasn't going to let you go anywhere unarmed, super soliders or not. Peeling off you sweatshirt and short you put on a black two piece and pulled one of Bucky's shirts over your head. You could get use to being in swimwear constantly.

Now you understood why people went on vacations constantly. All of the tension and stress you carried around at the compound was gone, there was no worry of someone knocking on your door prepping everyone for a mission, there were no calls about you being related to Tony, no politics about Sokovia. Just the sounds of Bucky shuffling around the kitchen and the waves. You hoped Bucky would find some peace here as well.

Your bare feet warmed against the hardwood floors as you made your way back into the main area of the house. Bucky was cutting up fruit into a bowl. His hand carefully holding the blade of the knife, he wasn't a chef but he knew how to use a weapon. You had on a stool watching him as he discarded the tops of strawberries into the trash can. He looked so domesticated. His brow wasn't furrowed like usual, his shoulders were relaxed, he wasn't focused on the entire room, red alert for a threat, he was just chopping strawberries.