He finally put Steve down and sat down in the grass. Steve sat down next to him and took his bag to see what it was that he took. “You got this from their car?” Bucky nodded trying to catch his breath. “Wow, they’re probably going to be coming back for this, looks expensive.”
Bucky took it and put it in Steve’s face. “Steve, do you realize what we could get with this. With what I grabbed we’d be set for two to three months.”
“Really?” his eyes widened. Bucky nodded his head and leaned back on the tree. Steve was amazed at that. The blond slid his boots back on and tied them. “You do realized they’ll try coming back for it though, right?”
“So what?” he brushed that off. “Not like they’ll find us again.”
“No, but they could ask around, its not like people in town don’t know us.”
Bucky just shrugs and puts the bag back on his hip. “Unless if we sell it before they find us.”
Steve sighed. He was having fun with Pietro and watching the dances, now if they see him they won’t treat him as kindly, even though he had nothing to do with his brother stealing. Pietro seemed really nice and friendly, it would have been nice to have a friend for a few months before they had to leave.
Steve laid down in the grass. This is what him and his breath did nearly everyday, but this time it just didn’t seem right.
Late that night Steve woke up with a plan. He felt way too guilty for something he didn’t even do. He took his brother’s sack while he was sleeping, and quietly as he could he ran off to the town square.
Seems like no one decided to light the candles tonight considering the only light was the half moon in the sky. Steve held the small sack close to him as he saw the car that the gypsies came in. He took a deep breath and walked over. It took him a few moments before he knocked on the side. A moment later he heard someone shuffling around. The cloth that’s used as the door shifted to the side. The figure had white hair. Pietro.
“What is it?” he asked yawning. The white haired boy finally opened his eyes and saw the small figure of the boy he was with earlier. “Steve? What the hell are you doing here? That other boy here too? Trying to rob us?” clearly he was angry.
“Pietro,” Steve started out slowly and softly. “I had nothing to do with what my brother’s actions,” Pietro looked like he didn’t believe him, which he didn’t. “and even though its something me and my brother do practically on a regular bases, I just felt really guilty and so,” he faded off and held up the bag for Pietro to take. “I’m here to return whatever it is that my brother took from you.”
Pietro stepped out of the car and onto the ground and took the sack from Steve. He looked in it just to make sure its what was stolen, then he hugged Steve tightly. “Thank you, Steve.”
Steve smiled and hugged him back. “I’m sorry my brother did that. I mean, we pick pocket people a lot, and honestly do rob people, but for some reason I just felt bad,” he looked down at his feet.
“Wait a moment” Pietro goes into the car and puts the stuff back and comes back out and grabs Steve’s hand and pulls him along for them to go for a walk. “So he’s your older brother?” they didn’t look alike.
“Yeah, he turned eighteen a few months ago. His name’s Bucky. Was that your sister that caught him?”
“Yeah, that’s Wanda. She can be pretty tough, I’m surprised she didn’t take him down. Where do you and your brother live?” Pietro sat down on a fountain ledge and stuck his feet in the water.
“Um, we don’t have a home. Our parents left us just before I was three, Bucky was seven at the time, and since I was so young Bucky asked our neighbor for help but two years later they died.” Steve sat down beside his new friend, away from the water. Suddenly Steve felt Pietro’s arms wrap around him. Steve smiled and hugged back.
“My home is that car. My mom and uncle are out half the night once we get to a city, so me and Wanda have it to ourselves to sleep in,” he sets his head on Steve’s shoulder.
Steve found it strange how open Pietro is to someone he met not even twelve hours ago, and acting like they’ve known each other for years, then again, Steve felt the same way.
