Late that night Pietro and Wanda are sitting in the car with a few candles lit and eating apples, laughing and talking.
"You're crazy, Wanda. I don't see how you could think that."
"So what. I didn't say you have to," she bit her apple.
"Its not even like he he has a good personality."
"I didn't say anything about his personality, I just that that I think he's cute."
"You barely know him."
"You barely know Steve."
"You always seem to fall for the bad boys."
"You always seem to fall for the shy boys."
Wanda and Pietro then sat there quiet, until Pietro took a bit out of his apple. "Least the shy boy didn't steal from us," he said with a mouth full of apple.
"That's why I didn't say anything about his personality, least he's trying to get a job instead of relying on stealing," she leans back on a pillow.
"Are you going to tell him?"
"Are you going to tell Steve?" Wanda gave him a smirk.
"Wanda, I honestly don't know if I should. The church doesn't like gypsies as it is, I don't know about about me saying I like guys is any better."
"Can't get any worse can it?"
"Better not have just jinxed it. Besides, what are the odds of him liking guys too? Slim, very rare."
"That's why you just try, what's the worse he could say? I only like you as a friend."
"Fine, if I tell Steve you have to tell Bucky."
"Or vice versa. If I tell bucky you have to tell Steve. Deal?"
Pietro took a deep breath. "Deal," he finished eating his apple and just tossed the core out the window. Wanda just took another bite out of hers, only half way done so far.
Bucky hasn't talked to Steve since he got back. They've been staying in a part of the woods for a few weeks now, and its been almost two days since they've had anything to eat. Bucky sat on a low branch of a tree while Steve sat on the ground.
Steve finally broke the silence. "Any luck today, Bucky?" he looked up the tree trunk and hoped for an answer.
"No, but the blacksmith said that he'd talk to me about it in two days, so I'm going to wait to hear what he says before I do anything."
"Okay," he replies with.
After a few more minutes of silence, Bucky began to talk again. "So, how do you feel about that white haired boy, Pietro is it?"
"Yeah," he says softly. "He seems nice, friendly. What do you mean?"
"Like how do you feel about him. He seems to try staying close to you. Do you think he likes you?"
"You really think someone would like me? I doubt that," he scoffs.
"Hey I'm just saying. Seemed like he kept pulling you along somewhere and touching you. That's what I noticed anyway."
Steve sighed. "He's nice, and I barely know him. I'm mainly happy to have a friend to be around."
Bucky shrugged. "I guess."
"What about that thing Wanda talked about? That plague that's going on in Caffa. Do you think its real?"
"I doubt it. Tongue turning black? Like that could happen. Besides, not like it would spread all the way over here even if it was true."
"You don't know that. We really aren't that far from Caffa. What if-."
"Steve just stop. Its not going to happen. They're gypsies, I'm sure they're always coming up with crazy stories to tell people once they get somewhere new, don't get worked up about it," he laid on the branch, his back against the trunk.
Neither of them said anything once again, and sat there for a few more minutes. "Bucky, what do you think about Wanda?"
Bucky was surprised by his question. "Wanda? She seems crazy. But she's cute I guess, I'll give her that."
"She hit you with a broom because you stole a family heirloom. She's actually pretty nice with the time I spent with her."
"Whatever. She's cute."
