Red Hand Annie

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*italic= flash back voices*

Setting: the next day; Smithsonian again...

(Mr. Barnes p.o.v.)

     A baseball cap on my head, long sleeve coat covering my metal arm and metal hand covered by a glove; I push Zima's stroller around the Smithsonian exhibits. The two of us are heading back to New York this afternoon-at Red's request-I can't help but feel like something is off with her. She kissed me...and I kissed her back...but then I just left, why did I leave? It felt so...right, and yet, at the same time...wrong...why did it feel wrong? Her eyes were red when we were staring at each other. I'm so confused! I can't think straight!

"You shouldn't go around kissing girls like that Bucky..."

"Pipe down Lotte."

"She's right Buck, toying with a girls feelings like that isn't very nice."

"No one asked you Becky."

"You should be saving your kisses for that special girl..."

"And what would a squirt like you know about things like that Miele?"

"I know plenty!" Miele shouts, "You should be saving your kisses for that one person you can't ever get out of your head:not in a million years, and who makes you all warm and fuzzy inside or like your walking on the clouds."

"And you need to stop reading so many of those mushy romance novels," Becky snickers, "this is the real world, that sort of stuff is nothing but made up."

"Oh let the child dream would ya," Lotte says, "she'll find out soon enough."

"Hey! You're only one year older than me!" Miele snaps, "how am I the child?!"

"Would you three quit it!"

   Between the memories of these three voices and my mind constantly going back to Red and that kiss, I can't focus on much of anything in this place.

"A!" Z shouts from the stroller and her tiny hand out stretched to the large photo of...me in the exhibit we're currently in

"What'dya see snowdrop?" I whisper squatting down next to her, "is that daddy?"

"Aaa," she makes little baby noises as her eyes dance between me and the picture

"You wanna go see the Howling Commandos or Captain America next?" I ask her as if she can understand me

"Aaaaaaa," she wiggles her little feet about

"Captain America it is then," I says stand up

     Red packed the stroller to make sure nothing was forgotten: diapers, bottles, change of clothes etc; as to where, when and how she managed to get everything so quickly...I literally have no idea, especially considering Zima was only born about three or four days ago. I push the stroller slowly around the exhibit as I look at everything and reread the information I've been coming here and reading the past few days. I stop short outside a set of doors with a poster 'Captain America: war hero show reenactment' it read...the heck is this? This wasn't here yesterday...I think as I push the stroller in...

"Ladies and gentlemen boys and girls welcome to the Smithsonian's reenactment of captain America's war hero show," a voices says come from everywhere all at once, "we ask that you refrain from taking pictures, eating and drinking and using your cell phones until the end of the show. In case of an emergency or fire, we ask that you calmly walk back out the way you came in a safe fashion for the safety of you and those around you. Thank you and we hope you enjoy the reenactment, the show will begin in just a moment."