Martha and Steve returned to the TARDIS control room and found the Doctor and Clara dressed for the occasion and waiting for them. "Now that we're all here, I think it's high time that I remind you lot that it's important that none of you upset any events while we're out there," the Doctor said.

"This coming from him?" Clara muttered under her breath causing Martha to smile.

"There are two versions of you walking around," he continued, looking at Steve and Clara. "You cannot under any circumstances let yourself been seen by your other self."

"Maybe you should give them a perception filter," Martha suggested.

"Oh Martha Jones, you clever girl! I could kiss you!" the Doctor said as he searched for a TARDIS key to make a perception filter with. "Somebody kiss her for me."

Steve moved to kiss Martha, but Clara beat him to the punch and placed a kiss on Martha's cheek. "Don't give me that look. I was closer," she said. "Besides, haven't you two been snogging enough? I know what you were up to in the wardrobe. Proper snog box this place is."

The Doctor returned with two keys on chains. He gave one to Steve and one to Clara. "As long as you wear this you'll go unnoticed," he assured them.

Steve slipped his in place. "So I could be right in front of Bucky and he wouldn't see me?"

"He'll know you're there," Martha explained. "But the perception filter will tell his brain that he doesn't want to see you." Steve frowned at her words. "I know it's not ideal, but at least you'll get to see him again, yea?"

Steve nodded. "Yea," he agreed, but the sadness in his voice was unmistakable.

Martha gave him a quick kiss in attempts to lift his spirits and she heard Clara whisper "snog box" behind her back.

The Doctor parked the TARDIS in an alley behind the old movie theater in Steve's neighborhood and the four of them set out to look for Bucky. Without knowing exactly which date they had landed upon, it was hard to know exactly where to find him. So they split up. Steve went with the Doctor and Martha stayed with Clara.

The Doctor still had the superphone Martha had given him once upon a time. She could reach him anywhere in the universe with it, so she assumed it would work there in spite of the lack of cellular towers. They set their mobiles to silent and agreed upon a text in case of a sighting. It was quick and more discrete. Advance technology from the future would only cause trouble if it fell into the wrong hands, especially in a time period where Hydra was at its zenith.

"He's a real catch," Clara commented once it was just the two of them. "Seems like a real decent bloke. And you look good together."

"Glad you think so," Martha said without looking at her. Clara followed her eyes to a man on a street corner leering at them. She couldn't know for sure the reason he was staring, but she remembered the stares she had received when she was stranded with the Doctor in 1913. Most of them didn't dare speak the words they were thinking, though a few of them did. It didn't matter though. Their actions spoke volumes. It was simple to read people if you tried hard enough. The eyes were the key. When all else failed, a person's true intentions could be seen in their eyes. You could see love in them. And you could also see hatred.

"Ignore him," Clara whispered.

"Easier said than done sometimes." Martha glanced at her. "Be nice if I could get him to ignore me though."

"So why can't you?" Clara asked. She quickly removed the chain from around her neck and held it out for Martha to take. "You wear it. You need it more than me."

"No," Martha nudged her hand away gently. "Put it back on. You can't afford to be seen."

"Just take it," Clara insisted. "I mean what are the odds that someone who knows Connie will cross our path?"

"Hey Connie!" a male voice called out behind the two of them. Martha and Clara turned to see the one and only Bucky Barnes standing behind them in full military uniform.

"And that's why I never liked maths," Clara muttered. "I'm clearly rubbish at it."

Bucky continued his approach, stopping directly in front of them. He looked just as he had in Steve's sketchbook, young and handsome with an endlessly charming smile. "You're not avoiding me are you?" he asked Clara.

"Me?" Clara replied then cleared her throat and adjusted her accent. Connie was American after all. "Wouldn't dream of it."

"Good." Bucky nodded in approval and glanced at Martha. "Friend of yours?" he asked looking at Clara once more.

Martha and Clara looked at each quickly then back at Bucky. "I…" Martha said. "I'm just…"

"Just my best friend ever," Clara replied and grabbed Martha by the hand.

Martha laughed nervously. "Right. Connie and Martha. Best friends forever."

"Martha?" Bucky questioned.

"I've never told you about Martha?" Clara asked.

Bucky shook his head and looked at Martha again. "I'd think I'd remember. Not many of her kind around the neighborhood," he commented. Martha tensed at his words and she squeezed Clara's hand tighter. "Plenty Irish, but not as many English." Both women exhaled at the same time.

"And with good reason," Clara replied. "She's not from the neighborhood. She's…"

"Her pen pal," Martha supplied.

"Pen pal," Clara repeated with a smile.

"And you suddenly decided to come to New York?" Bucky asked.

"London's not exactly the safest place to be these days," Martha answered.

Bucky nodded. "Hopefully we can put an end to that."

"You will," Martha told him.

"Definitely," Clara added with a nod.

Bucky looked back and forth between the two of them before cracking a smile. "I like her," he told Clara and nodded his head towards Martha. "Maybe you should have brought her along the other night. No offense to Bonnie, but Steve and her didn't really click." He looked at Martha again. "I think he'd like you though."

Martha laughed softly. "Maybe."

"Are you kidding? He'd love her!" Clara insisted with a grin. "And she'd like him too."

"He's a bit on the skinny side, but he's all heart," Bucky told Martha. "Too much heart." He shook his head and smiled. "Kid likes to talk himself into more trouble than he can handle sometimes."

"I can handle skinny," Martha replied. "Heart means a lot more to me."

"Well he's got it in spades."

"We should double sometime," Clara suggested. Martha squeezed her hand. "Or not."

"It'll have to wait until I get back," Bucky said. "I ship out today."

Clara frowned. "You mean…you're being deployed?"

"Yep." Bucky sighed softly. "I was actually making my rounds, saying goodbye and all that. I was starting to think I wouldn't get to see you before I left though."

"Well…here I am," Clara replied awkwardly. "Connie. Saying goodbye."

"There you are," Bucky said with a laugh. "It'll probably be awhile before I see you again so let's do this proper like." He took Clara by the hand and pulled her into a kiss. He cradled her in his arms and dipped her backwards slightly.

When he stood her back upright, Clara had a dazed look on her face, but wore a smile nonetheless. "Blimey," she said breathlessly in her natural accent.

Bucky quirked a brow and Martha quickly interjected. "I've been teaching her British slang. Accent and all." She grabbed Clara's hand again and shot her a conspiratorial glance. "Right Connie?"

"Right!" Clara said, switching back to an American accent. "Pretty impressive, yea?"

"Very," Bucky said with a slight frown, but shook it off.

"Hey Buck!" an all too familiar voice called out in the distance. All three of them looked towards the sound to see Steve. Not the Steve Martha knew, but the smaller and frailer man he had been before the serum. Despite the differences in his appearance, the sight of him warmed Martha's heart.

Bucky held a hand up requesting a moment before turning back to Martha and Clara. "Sorry to cut things short ladies, but I have places to go and people to see," he told them as he adjusted his hat.

"Of course," Martha said softly. "Good luck."

Bucky smiled at her then turned his attention Clara. "Keep an eye on Steve."

"We will," Clara promised.

Bucky nodded one last time then turned to leave. When he reached Steve, Bucky said something to Steve then both men glanced back in their direction. Clara waved first and Bucky followed suit. Steve awkwardly lifted a hand as well and Martha hesitantly returned the gesture.

Martha squeezed Clara's hand once more, bringing her back to attention. "We need to get back to the TARDIS." Along the way, they sandwiched the perception filter between their already joined hands and sent word to the Steve and the Doctor of their encounter with Bucky. The rest was up to them.

Martha retreated to the wardrobe once they were safely inside the TARDIS. She felt a desperate need to be in her own clothes again. She waited for Steve there and he found her sometime later.

"Hey there," he greeted her. The apprehension he had in his voice before was replaced by quiet contentment, but she could tell he was still sad. This was just a temporary reprieve from his pain. The Steve she saw earlier would still have to mourn the loss of Bucky and the one in front of her now would continue to live with it.

"You saw Bucky," Martha guessed with a smile.

"I did." He confirmed with a nod. "I also saw someone else."

"Oh?"

"Yea. I suddenly have memories of a woman named Martha, Connie's pen pal from England," Steve said with a smile. "I just saw her once. A quick glance, but Bucky was sure that I'd like her if I ever met her."

"You should've gone out with her," Martha told him.

"The funny thing is Connie never had a pen pal named Martha," Steve informed her. "You see, I asked her after Bucky left. She had no clue what I was talking about."

"Mysterious."

"Very."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"Ask you out instead."

Martha smiled. "Where will we go?"

"How about the moon?" Steve suggested.

"The moon?"

Steve nodded. "I missed the moon landing while I was in the ice. How about we get the Doctor to take us there for our second date?"

"Last time I was on the moon I nearly died of oxygen deprivation," Martha informed him. "But we could have the Doctor take us back to see it as it happened. I saw it a few times back in 1969. It was amazing."

"You know, I'm starting to think it might be a tall order to impress you."

Martha laughed. "It's really not."

"I stand a chance then?"

Martha nodded. "Better that most." She rose up on her toes to kiss him again.

Steve looped an arm around her waist and returned her kiss. "Back to the museum then?"

"We could. Or you could come home with me," Martha said. "Have that movie date instead."

"Is the Doctor gonna us drop back in Washington?"

"No, if I leave London unannounced my mum might kill me," Martha told him with a laugh. "Besides, I told you The Princess Bride was my favorite film ever. Obviously, I'd have more than one copy."

"Obviously." Steve smirked. "Know a good Indian place nearby? I was promised curry."

"I have one on speed dial."

Steve gave her a quick kiss then pulled away to go change his clothes. "Then it's a date."