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." He spoke to himself pr maybe a comm. He turned around to face us. "Do you two know me?" Steve asked as Buck pulled me behind him. Steve noticed.

"You're Steve. I read about you at the museum." Bucky states as he was getting a bit uncomfortable.

"Nice display down there. You can learn a lot from a museum." I added stepping in but kept my feet planted behind Bucky.

"I know you're both nervous. And you have plenty of reason to be. But you're lying." Steve says as he set the book down on one of the counters. It was Bucky's journal. Anytime he got a memory back he'd write it down in that book.