Coulson allowed Thor to get a closer look at the group, both of them covering themselves a little tighter with their cloaks, so as not to raise alarm.
The gypsies were selling herbs and spices, which Thor thought was nothing to be alarmed with. But when three of them branched off down the alleyway, he let Coulson know he was going to tail them, but still wanted Coulson to keep an eye on the shop they had set up.
They were whispering and giggling with each other, Thor not quite able to pick up what they were doing.
There were two well-built men, one blonde and one brunette, and they were laughing at what the blonde girl in the middle was saying. They suddenly took a sharp corner down another alleyway into a clearing on the edge of town. Thor stayed far enough behind and hidden, growing more curious as to what they were doing.
"Bucky, stop! This is embarrassing!" The blonde man blushed as he was fiddling with something in his hands.
"I'm sorry, man, but you are just too innocent to understand..." The man presumed as Bucky tried to say through his laughter. "Carol, back me up on this. All he needs is a good time out like Budapest..."
"Guys, please! That's not what I'm saying! I'm all for a good time, but we cannot leave Paris like we did there."
"We almost didn't make it out alive because you and Clint freaked out on us!" Carol laughed.
"Speaking of freaking out...should we be freaking out right now..." Bucky's tone went serious.
Carol and Steve looked at him in surprise, then their eyes went searching.
"Bucky, come on." Steve relaxed a little. "I haven't even broken a law yet. We've only been here a couple hours."
"Trouble usually starts with you..." Carol agreed.
"You're one to talk."
"Nah, you're right, it's not like there's a man tailing us or anything..." Bucky started. He then pointed towards a stack of boxes. "And it's not like he's hiding behind there eavesdropping instead of just saying hello."
Thor did not miss a beat, and chuckled, stepping out into the sunlight. "Sorry, I'm just a curious fellow. Forgive me, but I don't get to meet that many new people, and well, I wanted to make sure you weren't the murderous types."
"How do you know we're not?"
"Cut it out, Bucky." Steve said. "Well, no offense, sir, but you seem to be that type, since you were following us very suspiciously, almost as if you were, I don't know, captain of the guard, or something..."
Thor's eyes widened. "...fair enough. Let me start over. Welcome to Paris...my name is Thor. It means, Thunder God."
Carol did not say a word, but raised an eyebrow, then turned to Steve, who was elbowing Bucky, who was about to lose it.
"...and you are?"
"Is this an interrogation?" Carol asked matter-of-factly.
Thor was caught off guard by her speaking to him, but continued. "N-no, it's an introduction."
"I'm Bucky." Bucky stepped in front of her. "Steve." He threw his thumb over one shoulder. "Carol." Then he pointed to her. "Nice to meet you, thunder god, but we best get going, unless you want to arrest me for being too handsome."
"Oh my goodness." Steve almost felt more embarrassed here than he did in Budapest.
"Enjoy your stay." Thor waved them off.
Carol turned around and winked at him, then walked off with the others.
"Knock, knock...Anthony? Dear, are you up?"
Anthony rolled out of bed a little too roughly. "Yes, sorry." He stumbled to open the door. "Good morning, Sister Margaret."
"Oh, you poor thing...another restless night? I can come back and change your bandages if you need me to-"
"No, nonsense, I don't want to miss any more of today." Anthony took his tunic and sat on his stool.
"Now be honest with me..." Sister Margaret lightly scolded. "Has my new ointment helped with the irritation any?"
"Yes..." Anthony confidently replied. He shivered a little at her cold hands working to remove the gauze from his eye and then the one from his chest. At her raised eyebrow of disappointment, Tony defended himself. "It was really itchy last night!"
"You are a stubborn one, brilliant, but stubborn."
"I want to thank you for that..." Anthony said half-way serious. "...for teaching me not only the ways of God, but the art of stubbornness. It is my favorite language. Latin is fun too!"
"What am I going to do with you?" She cleaned the scarred skin on his chest without much fuss. But she softened when she went to his face. Maybe it was more mental, but Anthony was uncomfortable with anyone looking or touching his face, even her.
"Well, I'm a pretty loud mouth sometimes, so you could string me up next to Emmanuel...or maybe Big Marie, so I can learn her pitch...it's so unique. They are all just so beautiful."
Anthony went on about each of the bells like they were his own children, his own creation. She admired his passion, and for his work ethic. No matter what the Church asked of Anthony, he always went above and beyond. She would often help the Archdeacon search far and wide for books to keep his mind entertained.
How she wish he could conquer the world, though...
"Well, feel better?" Anthony nodded. "Good. Breakfast is right here, so you better eat every bite mister..."
"Yes, Sister. Thank-you." He always loved this little time they would spend twice a day together. She reminded him so much of his mother, he latched himself on to her, and she loved every minute of it.
"You're very welcome, my boy." She patted his un-bandaged cheek, and left him to his business.
After eating, Anthony stared out the window, down on the street at the caravan. Something exciting was probably going on down there...
"Ah, screw it..." He went to work on his means of escape, planning for the night of his life.