It was lightly raining and packed, there was barely enough room to move around this flea market let alone enough room to hide from the armed men trying to find Steve and myself. I adjusted my hat and kept my head down as I grabbed some fruit at the stand we were at trying to stay calm. "Steve," I said as I began to feel my heart beat, "There are seven of them, two of us, and-"
"Too many civilians Bucky," He stated as he joined me at the stand picking up some fruit. "You can't think like a solider right now, you have to think like a spy."
I rolled my eyes and blocked the explanation he always gives about this. He's been going on too many missions with ... I think her name is Natasha, and then he always comes back and won't shut up about the differences between thinking like a solider and thinking like a spy. Soldiers are strong with their muscles and guns but a spy's muscles and guns are their brain or some bullshit.
They were coming in and were going to attack us, they didn't care how many civilians where here, they were going to hurt people just to get to us. "Steve," I clenched my fist as I walked away from the stand and walked down the aisle and Steve followed, "I'm not going to sit around and wait for them to attack us and get people hurt."
Steve grabbed my wrist, "Put it away." He demanded, "Just give me a second to come up with a plan."
There are seven of them, three of them have backpacks so who knows what they have in their but 5 have guns and the others could have them hidden but do have knives. I'm better with knife work then Steve is so I'll take them first. "Steve, do you want to use my gun?"
"Why do you have -" he started but then sharply turned a corner and dropped the idea because one of them was going to find us. The both of us slowed down to look at a flower stand.
"Steve, you're going to come up with a plan in 2 minuets or these guys are going to hurt a lot of people."
"I know Bucky give me a minute," he sounded irritated.
"Why don't you just think like a spy," I picked up a bouquet of roses.
"...Public displays of..." he took a deep breath in. "I have a plan and you're just going to have to go with it."
I looked over but saw one of them. Quickly I turned back to the roses in my hand and tried not to been seen, adjusting my baseball cap that's been soaked by the drizzle "You got about three seconds before-"
Steve grabbed me by the collar of my hoodie and almost violently kissed me on my lips. I tensed up gripping the roses unsure what else to do. Steve's soft lips were still on mine and I... I... kissed him back. The roses fell and my hands found themselves on Steve's hips as I gently held him close to me not wanting to let him go.
I have dreamed about this exact moment. Steve holding me in the rain with roses in hand kissing me as passionately as if our lives depended on it. The timing is off and there weren't supposed to be hit men following us. That and this was supposed to happen around 70 years ago. Give or take...
This kiss wasn't a staged peck, it was backed with passion that I didn't realize was there.
Slowly he pulled away and looked me in the eyes. No one in the entire world was looking at us but at this moment Steve looked like my entire world. His blue eyes looked into mine, "I ... think they're gone..." his voice was almost a whisper.
I nodded as his grip loosened and he looked down. "Yeah me too." I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back for more. We kissed again and again each time inviting more and more of our mouths into each other. Steve's hands glided up to my shoulders and then eventually pulled on my hair as he slide into my mouth. My hand was on the small of his back pulling Steve's waist to mine.
Kissing him again and again, our mouths moving in motion with one another. "Wait," I said in between kisses, "Steve you're married." I kissed him again.
"Tony filed for divorce," he kissed me-
"Wait what?" I stopped and took a step back eyes still closed from how drunk his lips had gotten me.
He shook his head, and went to kiss me again. "It doesn't matter, just-" he kissed me again. His tongue touched mine as he-
"Hold on for a second," I pulled away, "Are you serious right now?"
Steve took his ringless hands back and shoved them in his pockets, "Can we not talk about this right now?"
"What happened I thought you two were... in... Love or whatever," I tried.
People started to look at us as I raised my voice and Steve began to walk away.
"But you guys have been married for four years," I followed him but he ignored me as he looked for his bike. "What about your house? What about that kid you two adopted?"
"That kid!" he hissed and turned around to point at me, "...is my son. Leave him out of this." The rage in his eyes stared into me as he jumped on to his bike.
"Well ... what does Patrick have to say-"
"Peter!" he yelled, "Leave my son out of this." He kick started his bike and the roar filled the air so I couldn't yell about the divorce.
"This isn't because of those papers the Avengers had to sign right?"
But Steve just rode off. And I was alone again, cold in the rain. Just like that, I couldn't hear his bike and I just adjusted my hat and just... left.