After about another ten minutes of Tony hassling the supervisor and a quick two minutes of Ace and Tony negotiating her working for him she was finally able to hang up the phone and the supervisor pulled out the lease for her and Bucky to sign. After a quick peek at his signature she was surprised to see he'd signed it in Russian.

"What is this?" Mr. Austin demanded.

"To yest' moya podpis'" Bucky replied back in a thick Russian accent. (That is my signature)

"I'm sorry Mr. Austin, my friend doesn't speak English." Ace supplied.

"Tebe povezlo, u menya net kontrakta na tebya. YA s udovol'stviyem vypolnil by yego." (You're lucky I have no contract for you. I would love to do it.) The man grunted then finally left them alone and Ace let out a heavy sigh, looking around.

"I can't believe this, my first apartment." Ace said unable to hide the excitement in her voice.

"Really?" Bucky asked smiling slightly. She nodded looking around, and felt overwhelmed realizing that all her possessions fit inside a single box and wouldn't even fill a corner of the room.

"Wow, Fleur might have had a point." Ace commented, ever since joining S.H.I.E.L.D. her life had been dedicated to her job. Not that she was complaining, she loved her job, but thinking of that one solitary box, barely filled with her meager possessions, she realized how empty her life really was.

"Let's go see a picture show." Bucky suddenly suggested, bringing Ace out of her thoughts.

"A picture . . .wow, I can't even recall the last time I saw a movie. Ok, let's go." She nodded and grabbed her key off the kitchen counter and walked with her new roommate to the elevator, feeling anxious with every step.

As they made their way to the theater Ace searched her mind for anything to say outside of the glaringly obvious, things she could talk about but decided not to.

"Why has it been so long since you've seen a movie?" He asked, and Ace couldn't help but smile a little.

"Work, I guess. I spent so much time either in my lab or in the field that things like movies, and dancing. . .they just seemed to escape my notice. My sister was right, I was blind to everything outside of my work." Ace straightened her back and lifted her chin. "No matter, all I can do now is make the most out of what my life has become." The duo arrived at the theater and since neither knew anything about what was playing they just picked a random movie with a promising title, which turned out not to be the best plan of action for them. When they made it back to the apartment though they were surprised to see the doorman arguing with a group of rather angry looking men.

"You there!" The doorman yelled. "You're the new tenets that moved in today?"

"YA ne uveren, chto menya tronuli, ya by skazal, dvigat'sya tochno." Bucky commented in Russian and Ace had a feeling that she knew what he said even without understanding Russian, and she realized that it might be a good idea for her to learn the language.

"Yes, we are." She replied, to the doorman.

"These men say they have some items to deliver to your apartment." She looked over the men curiously.

"Mr. Stark hired us" One of the men said, proudly as though Tony hiring them to do a delivery job was a huge deal "to deliver several large packages, saying that it was of the utmost importance."

"A Ms. Natalie Rushman hired us to also deliver several large orders." The other man informed not sounding as proud as the other man. In fact the second man sounded irritated and as though he'd rather be anywhere at that moment than right there.

"So what's the problem?" Ace asked the doorman.

"You weren't home to ok and accept the deliveries."

"Oh..." Ace blushed at her ignorance, then looked to the two workers. "Very well, where do I sign?" They each held out a clipboard and she quickly signed her name and then led them and a surprising amount of men with furniture up to her apartment. After about two hours of feeling awkward as the workers funneled in and out of her apartment, a lot of cursing and grunting, and Bucky eyeing each individual suspiciously she was finally able to close the door and see that her apartment was full of furniture.

"Who's Natalie Rushman?" Bucky asked looking at one of the forms.

"My friend Natasha, you . . .uh, fought her before. Natalie is one of her alias' I'm surprised she even used it, she's supposed to be burning all of her alias' and contacts. Actually come to think of it I wonder how she knew about us moving here."

Just as the words left her mouth there was a knock on the door.