Lana sat with her knees tucked under her chin as the subway train rolled down the track. She looked up to Bucky, who still had that look on his face that read, "I'm making sure there are no HYDRA guys on this train even though I've looked this train up and down almost twenty times." Lana sighed and tilted her head back, choosing to look at the faded advertisements and rate their tackiness.

"Do you know Romanian?" Bucky asked as Lana was rating an advertisement for some phone company that was probably out of business.

"Some," she answered. "I know greetings, goodbyes, how to ask for help or directions, the names of food, and I know a few phrases and words that would probably come up in everyday conversation." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bucky nod. He looked away from her, probably still checking the train for HYDRA agents.

"Buna dimineata. Ce mai faci?" he asked. Lana smirked; he was testing her ability to speak Romanian.

"Foarte bine. Esti fluent în limba română?" she added.

"Da. Cât timp până când trenul se oprește?"

Lana looked at the map of the subway routes and looked for the one leading to the harbor. She counted the number of stops the train has taken in her head. This left her with two stops until they reach the harbor. After solving a quick math problem in her head, Lana deduced the time, thankful for the algebra class she took a while ago, even if she didn't like it at the time. "Douăzeci și cinci de minute," she replied.

"Bun. Acest tren pare destul de dezgustător. Sunt toate trenurile de genul asta? De asemenea, vă mulțumesc pentru a ajunge în tomul noaptea trecută. Sunt încă pic preocupat de tine după mine, dar ai ajuns până aici fără a încerca să mă omoare, sau captura mine, așa că vă mulțumesc," Bucky said, that small smile on his face again. Lana frowned, she didn't understand half of what he said.

"Alright, you got me. I could barely understand half of what you said. Looks like I still need to learn Romanian, obviously" she said more to herself with slight disappointment in her voice. She's not going to admit this to Bucky, or anyone really, but Lana hates messing up. Yes, she knows she shouldn't be too hard on herself, but that's easier said than done. She untucked her legs and set her feet on the floor. Lana leaned forward and rested her chin on her fists. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bucky look over at her. Was Lana looking that disappointed or something? She was hoping he didn't notice as she tried to convince him otherwise by tilting her head to stretch her neck and rolling her shoulders in an attempt to look casual.

"You did pretty good. Still have a few things to learn, but as long as you don't get in a deep conversation with anyone, you should be okay," Bucky said quietly. Lana nodded, trying to hold back the embarrassment in her. He knew that she was upset, that's why he said that. It had to be. "Where'd you learn Romanian from?" he asked, snapping Lana out of the pity party happening in her head.

"I was homeschooled, kind of, and I had a lot of time on my hands because of that," she explained, smirking at the memories of her private tutors' shocked faces when she'd have the lesson understood so quickly that sometimes they would have to move to the next lesson meant for the next day. When they didn't and left instead, Lana filled her spare time with learning new languages she wasn't already being taught or finding some new hobby. Bucky nodded. Lana sat back and crossed her arms over her chest, feeling less self-pity in her. "So, what's in Romania?" she asked, hoping Bucky would give an answer better than the answer from last time she'd asked.

"Places that'd help me remember," he answered vaguely. Lana frowned briefly and hummed what sounded like an "Okay" and slouched in her seat. She closed her eyes and thought of how many Romanian words and phrases she knew.

After leaving the subway station, Lana and Bucky reached the harbor. Lana was leading, as she told Bucky she knew someone who'd get them to Romania, or close to it at the least. Lana looked out at the waters beside her, feeling the breeze on her face. She checked behind her to see Bucky still looking everywhere for any baddies. Lana sighed. It's understandable that Bucky's nervous about a potential HYDRA agent attacking him; then again, it did make him less of a conversationalist in Lana's opinion. She looked ahead to see a boat in her view. Lana slowed her pace to let Bucky catch up to her. "Alright," she began, "You see that white boat with the fading yellow stripe and the rust?" she asked pointing to the boat in question.

"Yeah," Bucky replied.

"Good. Now, the owner of the boat is kind of a hard-ass. So, let me do the talking. Also, don't expect getting extremely close to Romania. We'll definitely get to Europe, but which country is up to whatever route the boat is going." Lana picked up her pace and started rehearsing what she was going to say in her head.

"Alright," Bucky said. They approached the boat, where a few men were loading boxes onto the boat and following orders from a woman with fiery red hair and a glaring scar across her right eye.

"Maria!" Lana called out with sarcasm. The redhead looked at Lana and scowled at her.

"Lana," Maria groaned in her German-accented voice, "I thought I had you off my back. What do you want this time?" she asked.

"I need to get to Europe, preferably as close to Romania as possible," Lana explained.

"Romania?" Maria scoffed, "You should realize that I got caught doing my job in Romania. If the authorities see my boat anywhere near Romania, you can bet your ass they'll sink it."

"Alright, then can you get us to anywhere in Europe?" Lana asked.

"Maybe, but you're going to need a ticket," Maria replied with her hand held out. Lana rolled her eyes as she unsheathed her knife, still bloody from last night. She presented it to Maria.

"I don't know what type it is. I lifted it from a pawn shop; cost of it looks to be close to the hundreds."

Maria grabbed the knife by the hilt and held it up in the early morning sun. The blade, despite the blood, shined a little in the light. "Care to explain the blood?" she asked.

"You have your secrets; I have mine," Lana replied. Maria nodded.

"Fair enough. I'll keep the knife, and you and your friend can come on board." Lana felt relief settle in her. "But, you should know that I'm only letting you on because I think your friend is cute," Maria added, winking at Bucky, whom Lana could see had a very flustered look on his face. Lana nodded, holding back the laughter rising in her. "Follow me," Maria said as she sashayed away, which was her way of showing confidence and authority to Bucky. Lana rolled her eyes at the redhead's display and followed Maria into the boat.

After Maria left Bucky and Lana in their temporary room, which consisted of a dirty mattress and a few crates and barrels along with a door leading out and a door leading to a closet with a filthy bucket in it, Lana let out a burst of laughter.

"What's so funny?" Bucky asked as he leaned against a barrel.

"Oh, you should've seen your face when Maria said you were cute." Lana continued laughing at Bucky's bemused expression. "Maria was even funnier with her trying to show off in front of you." Lana sat on the lumpy mattress and laughed into her hands. She could see Bucky sheepishly grin. Lana laid back on the mattress and took a few deep breaths to stop her laughing. "I'm going to have to ask where she's stopping at," she mused. She rolled over on her side to face Bucky, "How many languages do you know?" Lana watched as Bucky looked at the floor in thought. He looked up at her, his blue eyes peeking out from under his hat.

"Ten. Fluent in five," he answered. Lana rolled onto her back again.

"Well, let's hope we stop in a country that speaks one of those five languages," she added.

Eventually, the boat finally left the harbor. As the boat made its way across the Atlantic Ocean, Lana had convinced Bucky to get some sleep on the old mattress in the room despite his claims that he wasn't tired, but the dark circles under his eyes said otherwise. She did make him get some rest with the promise of waking him up in case someone tried to attack either of them. Lana occupied herself by either counting the grooves in Bucky's metal arm (his jacket was being used as a pillow once again); trying to balance on one of the barrels or crates (she'd only fallen off once, which earned her a sleepy grumble from Bucky); or sometimes practicing her powers when she heard someone walk by the door (so far, she's seen memories about a psychotic ex, an ill mother, and memories about Maria's- ahem- "off-time" with one of her crew members, something which Lana never wants to see again). This went on for what Lana assumed was a couple of hours before someone knocked on the door as Lana was trying to balance once again on a barrel. She didn't have to bother with waking Bucky up, as he stood up with his knife in hand in a matter of seconds. "Relax, Buck-Buck," Lana said, as her powers let her know who was at the door, "It's just Maria." She jumped off of the barrel with a small thud. "And put that knife away; she might take it from you," she added quietly so that only Bucky would hear. Lana approached the door and opened it to reveal Maria carrying two brown paper bags. She held it out to Lana.

"Dinner," she said. Lana took the bags, her stomach growling slightly when it realized how empty it was.

"Thank you." Lana handed one of the bags to Bucky, who had managed to slip his jacket back on and hide his knife before Lana had opened the door (which Lana was impressed by; he's fast). She looked back to Maria, who was checking out Bucky. Lana cleared her throat, getting Maria's attention along with a scowl from her for Lana interrupting her staring at Bucky. "Where are you planning to stop?" she asked whilst leaning against the doorframe.

"Germany. Hanover, to be exact."

"Alright," Lana answered. She mentally thanked the tutor that vigorously taught her German. "Is it okay if I walk around the boat?"

"Absolutely not," Maria answered in exasperation. "The last time I let that happen, you nearly sunk my ship." Maria narrowed her eyes, and Lana cleared her throat awkwardly. Maria looked over Lana to Bucky, her eyes no longer narrowed and a smirk on her lips. "Your friend over there can walk around if he wants." Lana looked behind her to see Bucky sitting on the mattress, the bag in his hands. He was looking at Maria at the mention of him. He set his mouth into a straight line and nodded as a way of saying thanks before going back to looking at the bag's contents. Lana held back the smirk that was forming from Maria's look of dejection. She straightened up and stepped out of the doorway.

"Alright, thank you for the info, Maria. I'll see you when we dock," she said while closing the door on Maria. She chuckled to herself before sitting on the mattress next to Bucky. "I think someone's getting the special treatment," Lana teased, nudging Bucky with her shoulder.

"I know," Bucky said with his eyes focused on the contents of the bag. Lana opened up her own bag and looked inside.

"A fish sandwich and a bottle of water," she stated out loud. "What about you?" she asked Bucky. Bucky wordlessly pulled out a two plastic containers with green lids and a silver thermos. He set the containers between him and Lana and unscrewed the lid of the thermos. As he was taking a drink from the thermos, Lana opened the containers. She saw a grilled salmon next to a vegetable medley of carrots, green beans, and potatoes along with a slice of chocolate cake in the smaller container. Lana looked up at Bucky, who was taking another swig from the thermos. "What's in the thermos?" she questioned.

"Wine," Bucky answered.

"Damn, you really are getting the special treatment. Red grape or white grape?"

"Don't know," he said as he put the thermos lid back on. He reached into the paper bag with his flesh hand and pulled out a plastic fork and knife and a ripped piece of paper. He set the fork and knife in the container with the cake and looked at the writing on the paper. Bucky smirked in amusement at what the note said and handed it to Lana. She laughed at the message ("All for you, Handsome.") and the lipstick stain next to it.

"Oh, she's really letting herself go," she criticized, tossing the note aside. She grabbed her fish sandwich and took a bite. She noted the lukewarm temperature, but it's better than a granola bar. As she reached for her water bottle, she felt her lukewarm sandwich in her lap be replaced by something else. Lana looked down to see Bucky's meal in her lap.

"You can have it," Bucky said, Lana's fish sandwich in his hands.

"Oh no, if you're going to be that way, we're splitting it." Lana set the bottle down and grabbed the fork and knife. She cut the salmon in half and set the container in between them. "Eat up," she said as she held the fork out to Bucky. He looked at her with surprise in his eyes. Bucky blinked and took the fork after tossing the fish sandwich back into the bag.

"Thank you," he said quietly. Lana heard the awkward way the words were spoken, realizing that those two simple words were like a foreign language to Bucky. Lana smiled, ignoring the pity she felt.

"No problem." She stabbed a potato with the knife and raised it up to her mouth. Lana shoved the potato in her mouth and began chewing. Her tongue burned as she felt the heat from the potato attack her mouth. Lana dropped the knife in the container and grabbed her water bottle. She quickly unscrewed the cap and took a gulp of the water. She could hear Bucky chuckling at Lana's brief panic. When she forced the potato down, Lana looked over to Bucky, "Watch for the potatoes, those things can burn your tongue to a crisp." Bucky shook his head at Lana's exaggeration. He got a carrot on his fork and ate it.

"They got a good cook," he commented before taking a swig from the thermos. Lana picked up her half of the salmon and took a bite from it. She saw Bucky holding out the thermos to her. "Want some?" he asked. Lana swallowed her bite and grabbed the thermos.

"I'm surprised you're letting me have any," she said before taking a swig. Bucky shrugged.

"You're close to eighteen. Is that still the age when you can get alcohol?" he asked.

"In America, I heard it's twenty-one now. In pretty much all of Europe it's eighteen. Was it really eighteen back then?"

"Yeah, after they stopped Prohibition." He chuckled. "I remember the time I got my first beer. Steve was with me. He wasn't old enough yet to have one, but I bought him one while he was waiting for me at the table. He tried to refuse it, but I told him that no one would know and that I wanted him to celebrate my birthday with me."

"And he took it?" Lana asked.

"Yeah, he said he was only going to have one."

"But did it really stay at one?"

"Hell no," Bucky answered with a chuckle, "I don't know how many we had, but we were so drunk we were tripping over ourselves on the way back to Steve's apartment. Lucky for us, his mom had a late shift at the hospital."

Lana laughed at Bucky's story. "Did she ever find out?"

Bucky scrunched his eyebrows together in thought, "I don't know; can't remember that," he answered with a frown. Lana nodded.

"Well, at least you could remember that much." She took the thermos lid and filled it with some wine before handing the thermos to Bucky. Lana held up the lid in a toast, "To the thermos of wine, for helping you remember something new." Bucky smirked as Lana clinked the thermos lid to the thermos and sipped the wine. Lana swished the wine around in her mouth; her eyes widened as she noticed the taste. "No way," she said in surprise.

"What?" Bucky asked.

"She gave you blackberry wine. There's only a few bottles of that on board, and that's reserved for only her." Lana laughed. "You must be something to her, Buck-Buck." She held the lid up again, "Cheers."

"Cheers," Bucky said with the thermos held up.

A/N: I have returned with another chapter! Also, I'm over 180 views last I checked, so yay! Thank you everyone who's read my fic; I've got more chapter ideas in my head ready to be written and posted. Reviews are welcome along with favs/follows.

*BlibBlabs*

-Autocorrect is a blessing and a curse.

-Also, doing the copy and paste thing to get a new chapter up is extremely hard to do on my phone. It's like if you accidentally tap the text box wrong, you get moved to some other spot, and it is very frustrating.

-Have you ever been really sneezy/had a really itchy and runny nose happen only in the morning? Like some dust fairy just made a home in your nose and then leaves come afternoon? No? Just me? Okay.

-My friend The True Gamer (that's his username on here) told me his favorite thing about the fic was Bucky and Lana "flirting", and I was immediately like, "Whoah, this is not flirting. It is clearly banter! Also, she's seventeen by the time of this story, and he's ninety-seven at the time of this story!" Even with this explanation, my friend will still tell me he ships it. .

-Also, I realized a few days ago that I unintentionally made Bucky and Lana eighty years apart. Happy accidents (or something like that), am I right?

-Also, translations (according to Google Translate, so chances of inaccuracy).

-Buna dimineata. Ce mai faci? = Good morning. How are you?

-Foarte bine. Esti fluent în limba română? = Very good. Are you fluent in Romanian?

-Da. Cât timp până când trenul se oprește? = Yes. How long until the train stops?

-Douăzeci și cinci de minute. = Twenty-five minutes.

-Bun. Acest tren pare destul de dezgustător. Sunt toate trenurile de genul asta? De asemenea, vă mulțumesc pentru a ajunge în tomul noaptea trecută. Sunt încă pic preocupat de tine după mine, dar ai ajuns până aici fără a încerca să mă omoare, sau captura mine, așa că vă mulțumesc. = Good. This train is disgusting. Are all trains like this? Also, thank you for reaching out to me last night. I'm still worried about you following me, but you've come this far without trying to kill me, or capture me, so thanks for that.

-Okay, I think I got the translation somewhat right. I couldn't really double-check on Google Translate out of fear of getting booted off of the desktop version of FF. I'll change the translations if I got it wrong.

*BlibBlabs Over*

-SirFangirl