Hello Sergeant (Bucky Barnes)

Grocery shopping

Sarah's POV

"Grab a cart, James. We're going to need it," I said. He looked around to see what others were doing, then pulled a cart forward and drove it over to us.

"If you're going for low profile, quit drawing so much attention to yourselves, you dorks." Natasha appeared in front of us with a smile. "You're having way too much fun for a grocery store."

"What? We're just college kids getting groceries."

"On a CW show, maybe."

I laughed hard at that one, leaning on the cart for a long moment. "Not helping, Nat." I had to wipe away tears I laughed so hard.

Natasha took pity on the guys and explained, "It's a TV network that features twenty-somethings playing high school kids and everyone is ridiculously good looking."

"Thanks, Natalia," James said. "I think."

Steve shook his head and took control of the cart. "All right people. Time to shop now."

"Roger that, Rogers," I said with a smirk and James burst out laughing. Steve walked away like he didn't know us and Nat followed Steve. I took James' arm and once we stopped laughing, he started looking around. Steve and Nat hadn't went far, just casually picking up a few staples.

"What kind of fruit do you eat, James?"

"Anything but those things." He pointed at a display. "They're too sour."

"Some grapefruit are more sour than others. Why don't you pick out some fruit? I'll hold the bags for you."

He picked out a half dozen plums, some apples, a few oranges and a carton of mixed berries. I signaled for Steve to bring around the cart and piled the produce in. I heard him whisper to Steve as I did, "Is that really the price per pound? That's crazy - people pay that for apples?"

"Yup. And it's not negotiable, they just ring it up at the register," Steve replied, smiling at him.

"This is so strange! This place is huge! The butcher and the fishmonger are in this same place?"

"Yeah. They're all just different departments of the store."

Steve and James walked next to each other throughout the store, earning a look from Natasha. She studied them for a while as we walked behind them.

"So are they a thing now?" She gestured at Steve and James as they laughed at something together,

"Not yet – you want to tell them it's okay to be gay now? I don't think I'm old enough for the questions that conversation will raise." I grabbed a large jar of peanut butter and searched for the marshmallow fluff. I hadn't had a fluffernutter in a long time, and I was sure James and Steve never had.

"If you're old enough to have sex with both of them, you're old enough for that conversation. Besides, I'm pretty sure they're bi. James for sure, at least. Steve, too since I know he's totally into you."

"I suppose, when you put it that way. James used to be quite the ladies man back in the day, according to Steve." I walked up to put the jars in the cart and came back to Natasha, who continued the conversation that I had hoped she would drop.

"Or he was overcompensating. I just know I wouldn't want to miss out on that conversation."

"Okaaayy, still not starting it! James is moving in with Steve today, just so you know. I'm giving them my bed since Tony ordered me a different one; it's supposed to come today."

"Interesting," Natasha mused.

"What's Clint up to today?"

"He's working on his own project at the moment. He dropped me off today on his way out of town, so you're stuck with me for a while."