We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries

17

I'm going out for food. Wanna come?" Bucky asked.

"Sure." I smiled. We head out of the loft and to the food markets on the streets. Four months have passed since we have gotten the loft. Its been somewhat normal. I feel like a normal person.

"Cât de mult pentru unul?" I ask the older man at the market. He had peaches. How much for one?

" Șaizeci și opt cenți." The man replies back. Sixty eight cent.

"O să iau două." I smiled. I'll take two. I hand him over the money.

"Pe de o casa pentru o fata destul ca a ta." The man winks. On the house for a pretty face like yours. My cheeks flush pink as I tried to hide a smile. I've never had a compliment before other then the time Natasha Romanoff and I were fighting.

"Mulțumesc." Thank you. I nod my head. I take two peaches and join Bucky who was listening in. He stared at the man with hatred. I throw the peaches at him as he catches and puts them in his coat pocket. He looks at the plums.

"Something wrong?" I asked him.

"No." He says suddenly.

"Jealous?" I raise an eyebrow.

"No." He says quickly.

"What is it then?" I grab his hand as he​ pulls me closer to him. I smile at him knowing damn well he was jealous.

"Its nothing." He shakes his head as a smirk falls on my face. He pays for the plums and stuffs them into his pocket.

"I do like older men. They're more wise and know how to treat a girl with respect. Then again, I have my eyes set on someone different." I tell him as we kept walking to the center of the market.

"Who would that be?" Bucky asked annoyed.

"You are jealous. Don't worry he probably doesn't feel the same way back." My thumb traces over his hand. I swear I could have heard a sigh of relief from him.

"I think you underestimate him." Bucky mutters.

I was going to open my mouth and ask if he knew I was talking about him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a man staring at us from one of the market benches. He was holding a newspaper and eating a sucker.

"What's wrong?" Buck asked.

"Market stand." I look closer at the man. A few ambulances drive past us. Bucky finally notices the men staring. The man gets up and walks away from his market. Bucky walks up to the market looking at the newspaper. I walk up behind him and read the newspaper.

"Someone is trying to frame you." I say.

"We gotta go." He says grabbing my hand. We head back to our loft and see the door is cracked open. Bucky walks in first as I follow after him. We see Captain America standing in our kitchen looking at Bucky's book.

"Understood. Do you two know me?" Steve says as he turns and face us.

"You're Steve. I read about you at the museum." Bucky states.

"Nice display down there. You can learn a lot from a museum." I added.

"I know you're both nervous. And you have plenty of reason to be. But you're lying." Steve says.

"I wasn't in Vienna. I don't do that anymore." Bucky says as I nod my head. Its true. We are starting over.

"Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they're not planning on taking you alive." Steve tells him.

"That's smart. Good strategy." Bucky says.

"They'll go after you too, Willow. You've been hiding with him and worked for HYDRA." Steve says to me.

"I'm fine with that." I cross my arms. I could hear foot steps surrounding us as I pull a gun out from my waist band.

"This doesn't have to end in a fight, Buck, Willow." Steve warns him.

"It always ends in a fight." Bucky sighs. I cock the gun and stand near the door.

"You pulled me from the river. Why?" Steve asked.

"I don't know." Bucky sighs again as he takes the glove off of his metal arm.

"Yes, you do." Steve insist. Something breaks the window as a smoke can comes in. Steve tries to knock the can back out the window as Bucky kicks it and Steve covers it with his shield. Bucky pulls up the mattress of our bed and covers us for a few seconds from the shots. A few agents comes through the windows and doors as we fight them off. Instead of taking headshots like I normally do I took leg shots. When I told Bucky I didn't want to kill anymore, I meant it. So did he.

"Buck, stop! You're gonna kill someone." Steve grabs hold of Bucky. Bucky shoves him to the ground and punches the floor board.

"I'm not gonna kill anyone." He reaches down grabbing our bags. He throws our bags out the window as a few agents come through our windows. Steve stands infront of us using his shield to block the gunshots.

"Go!" Bucky tells me. I run, jump out of the window and roll onto the roof.

I grab my bag and hide behind some vents as gun shots range out. I take my gun out and start shooting. Bucky jumps out of the window and rolls on the ground grabbing his bag we take off running. Something knocks Bucky to the ground as I get thrown toward a vent. I get up and see Bucky holding a bar above his head as a person in a catsuit tries to pry the bar away. I jump on top of the catsuit maniac and wrap my arms around its throat. The catsuit maniac elbows me in the stomach repeatedly. I groaned in pain as he swings around I roll off and onto the ground.

The catsuit maniac breaks the bar and stretches his claws to Bucky's face. A helicopter starts shooting toward us as I put a force field around me. Bucky kicks the catsuit maniac, grabs his bag, grabs my hand and runs. We jump off the building all the way to ground level. The catsuit maniac was still following us. We take off running as a helicopter was shooting at us again. We jump down to a tunnel. Cars were driving past us as they honked their horns. We head in the direction the cars were going as the catsuit maniac and Steve chase after us.

We were climbing over top of cars. Trying to avoid getting hit. I look over my shoulder and see the police following Steve in a car. The catsuit maniac was attached to the car. A few cop cars start driving in our lane almost hitting us. We run into a different lane as a motorcyclist tries to drive past us. Bucky grabs the motorcycle and gets on in one swift move. I climb on as he drives off into another tunnel. The catsuit maniac leaps toward us as I try to make a force field, Bucky grabs him by his throat. The catsuit maniac runs on the walls then flips us to the side. Bucky uses his metal arm to keep us from falling off in the bike still going. Bucky kicks him off as we gain control of the motorcycle.

"Nano bomb." Bucky calls. I reach in my bag and hand him the nano bomb. Bucky throws the bomb on the bridge. As it collapse behind us.

Something behind us hits the tire of the motorcycle as we go tumbling off. I roll to a stop as Steve takes off running after us. There was a car flipping behind him. I stand up, raise my hands above and stop the car from hitting us. Steve tackles the catsuit maniac off of Bucky. Everyone stands up as the catsuit maniac steps forward I shoot my hands up creating a force field. He tries to get through it and pushes on it. Not only did I run for my life I'm literally putting all the energy I had left in me into this force field. Catsuit maniac was clawing at my force field as I felt pressure in my head. The police started to surround us as a weird looking robot lands. He holds his hands up toward us as the hands light up a bright white color. The police take their guns out and aim them at us.

"Stand down. Now." The robot says. Steve puts his shield on his back. I place my hands behind my head and drop the force field.

"Congratulations, Captain. You're a criminal." The robot looks at Steve. That's a real person in the robot. The police kneel Bucky and I down on the ground and presses the cuffs on. The catsuit maniac takes his cat mask off revealing himself.

"Your highness." The robot says.

"Well, there goes our first real home." I crack a smile toward Bucky as he can't help but grin back.