'Till the End of the Line//Stucky Titanic AU

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As James was walking through the upper deck to his room with Natasha and his parents, Brock walked over to the side of the lower deck balcony. "Head back to the room. I'll see you there." He grumbled out. "Alright sweetheart, I'll see you there." James sighed, but inside, he was absolutely thrilled to get away from Brock for a few hours.

His parents told him they would be going towards the upper deck, so it would just be him and Natasha. They smiled to each other and started walking back towards their quarters.

"I swear, you have to get rid of him and find someone else." Natasha told James, as soon as they were out of Brock's earshot.

"Yes I know, but it's not like boys are lining up to be with the broken boy who has a prosetic metal arm and wakes up screaming bloody murder ever night." James told her as they kept walking, smiling at some of the people who passed them in the small hallway.

"James," Natasha said, stopping him in his tracks. "You are not broken. We are not broken. What they did to us during the war...it doesn't define who we are or what we can become. That arm is not who you are (AN: TELL THAT TO THE RUSSO'S). You are such a good person, and any man would be more than lucky to date you." She gave him a soft smile. "Besides, you know if you didn't google over guys all the time, I would definitely be the one to start dating you. Now come 'ere."

Natasha and James shared a hug, something they did often but felt different each time. They had a love, but not in a romantic way. James has been drafted into the war a while ago, and was captured by the enemy, where they captured and tortured him and made him do absolutely horrible things. There, he met at trained Natasha but after the faculty got destroyed, him and Natasha still remained close friends, still scared after what had happened all those years ago. They knew everything about each other, so that's why when James first decided he was attracted to men, Natasha was the first person he told.

"Now come on, I really tired. Let's get back to the room." Natasha grabbed James' arm and started dragging him towards the room.
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Steve and Sam plopped down their bags on their beds. It was a small room with two bunk beds and one small window at the end of the room. There was sea as far as the eye could see,  and they could hear the fresh sea air tapping against their glass.

Steve was staring out the window when Sam cupped him on the back.

"Come on, Steve! When we were running on deck I couldn't get enough fresh air! Besides, I'm hungry, aren't you?"

Steve nodded as he turned towards his bag to look for a warmer shirt to put on. He would defiantly have to sketch the horizon later.
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16-3-4
James cracked the safe open from inside the tiny little closet where he put his clothes only hours earlier.

Natasha stood behind him walking around the room with a cigarette between her blush colored lips. "You room is so much bigger compared to mine. I mean you have so many beautiful paintings in your room! Can I take some to mine?" She asked as James took out $150 from the safe.

"Natasha, no. You know Brock would murder me!" He walked over to one of the paintings. "Besides, look at this one. It's gorgeous! I believe it's Pablo Picasso. Be worth a fortune in the future..." James muttered to himself.

"Picasso? Won't be worth anything if you ask me!" Mrs. Barnes called from her room. "It'll all be rubbish. Franz Marc's on the other hand. Now there's a man who can paint!" Mr. Barnes added to his wife's conversation.

"Is Brock meeting us in the dining room?" James asked, to which Natasha shrugged her shoulders.

"I believe he went off gambling with his friends, dear." Mrs. Barnes called.

"I swear that man is going to spend all of our money in a single night" James uttered, looking back at the safe inside the closet.

"Come on James, I want to get down there!" Natasha whined from her spot on the sofa.

"Mother, Father. Will you be join us or should go ahead?" James called to his parents still getting ready in their rooms.

"We'll be fine dear. Head down with Natasha. Will be along shortly." Mrs. Barnes called.

James barley had time to squeeze a "thank you" before Natasha grabbed his arm and pulled him out the door. Her silver dress shimmered from the light, almost blinding James as he was pulled along.

"Alright, alright Natasha I'm coming!" James told her as they headed down to the dinner on the lower deck.
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"Hey Steve!" Sam called from the next balcony over. Steve quickly closed his sketchbook and stuffed it back in his pocket. He had been drawing the skyline, as the sun was setting just in the right place.

"Yeah Sam?" He called back.

"There throwing this dinner party in the upper deck of the ship! Think we should go?"

Steve thought about it for a moment. He knew the rich people despised talking to the lower class, let alone eat dinner with one. Besides, it's not like either him or Sam has any really "fancy" clothes to even wear. But it's not like their clothes were ragged or anything like that.

"Doesn't sound like my cup of tea. A couple of the boys are throwing a party down below deck, no payment required. It'll just be you, me and all the beer we can drink!" Steve replied, giving Sam and excited look. He shared that same look, almost as soon as Steve proposed the idea.

"Below deck it is!" Sam replied with a chuckle.