Lost & Found

Parts 161 & 162

Bar: I learned something interesting last night.
Y/N: What would that be?
Bar: Steve told me that Tony is renovating an abandoned property to be used as a compound for the Avengers.
Y/N: Really? I can't wait to see it.
Bar: Complete with living quarters.
Y/N: So we all get our own rooms. Makes sense.
Bar: Maybe more than that.
Y/N: More than what?
Bar: It's a pretty good sized property so we told him that maybe we could have our own living quarters.
Y/N: Like an apartment?
Bar: I guess you could say that. I was thinking that...
Y/N: Do we get to design it ourselves?
Bar: Yeah, I guess so. Does this mean you're ok with that?
Y/N: Of course I am. After all, we are getting married.
Bar: I was hoping you would say that.
*A few weeks later, you and Nat are having lunch in the kitchen. Just talking about wedding stuff.*
NR: Have you two even set a date yet?
Y/N: That's where the conflict sets in.
NR: What conflict?
Y/N: I want to wait until spring. He wants to go to the courthouse next week.
NR: You love him, right? So why wait?
Y/N: The last time I was drugged and dragged to a Las Vegas chapel. I want to remember this one.
NR: Have you told him that?
Y/N: It's not east to sit down with him when he's always on the go.
NR: I would do it soon.
Y/N: Why? Is he planning something behind my back?
NR: I mean...I would just...
Y/N: Oh my god. He is...isn't he?
*You run out searching for Bucky. You find him outside with Steve and Tony.*
Y/N: James Buchanan Barnes!

Bar: What do you think about that one?
SR: It's nice but I'm not the one you should be asking. Are you sure you wanna do this without her?
Bar: So much has happened. I just want to take away some of the stress.
SR: I get that, but...
Y/N: James Buchanan Barnes!
SR: The middle name. She found out.
Bar: Shit. What did I do?
SR: All you had to do was wait.
Y/N: What are you up to?
Bar: We're not doing anything.
Y/N: Nat told me you're up to something. What is it?
Bar: You know, for a Russian spy, she's a loust secret keeper.
SR: Don't say I didn't warn you. You're on your own.
Bar: Thank a lot.
*With that, Steve leaves.*
Y/N: What the hell are you planning?
Bar: Okay...don't be mad...
Y/N: Never start a sentence with don't be mad.
Bar: I thought...maybe...I would surprise you with one of those surprise weddings.
Y/N: That's all?
Bar: That's it. I swear.
Y/N: Nat made it sound so much worse.
Bar: After everything you've been through I didn't want you to stress more over wedding planning.
Y/N: Ok...so...I can't be mad at that. But I also want this done right.
Bar: Does this mean you're not mad?
Y/N: Your heart is in the right place. Your head is not.
Bar: Oddly enough, that's what Steve said.
Y/N: Let's do this right. Together. I want to remember this one.
Bar: You have my word.
*He takes your face in his his hands and places a kiss on your lips.*
F: Excuse me, Mr. Barnes. Mr. Strak is asking for you in the conference room.