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They're the two most terrifying people on the planet and wanted by several governments but they're playing house in the middle of nowhere and not a single person can tell. Bucky's used to being invisible and silent and he'd managed to hide out in Romania for longer than he should have been able to by living on cash only, working under the table, keeping to the shadows. This is different. This is a real life that he can have, out in the open, and nobody even thinks he's suspicious at all.
It's a very, very good thing that HYDRA no longer has control of Wanda Maximoff.
When they're out in public, he keeps his face away from cameras and his arm hidden; a hat and Wanda's tricks do the rest. He can take his time picking out food, plan meals, pretend to have the friendly banter that a husband and wife would have. It's nothing he's never had before and this kind of stability almost feels like he's stealing the life he was supposed to have after the war. There's some other version of him who died falling from that train and maybe it's that version that's getting a new lease on life now.
It's autumn and the leaves have started to turn, yellow like the sun and scarlet like Wanda's hair and there's a brisk wind that says there's gonna be a storm in a day or two. Rain or snow, he isn't sure, but it's Canada so it can go either way. He has his left arm slid into Wanda's to cover up that it doesn't hang naturally the same as his right does and nobody suspects a thing. Their neighbors aren't ever curious, there's no surveillance, there's nothing to worry about. It's a strange feeling but a good one.
"You know, if you can figure out how to explain it to my tiny soldier brain I would love to know how you managed to keep our house invisible from everyone else. Small words, though. I'm all brawn and no brains."
It's a very, very good thing that HYDRA no longer has control of Wanda Maximoff.
When they're out in public, he keeps his face away from cameras and his arm hidden; a hat and Wanda's tricks do the rest. He can take his time picking out food, plan meals, pretend to have the friendly banter that a husband and wife would have. It's nothing he's never had before and this kind of stability almost feels like he's stealing the life he was supposed to have after the war. There's some other version of him who died falling from that train and maybe it's that version that's getting a new lease on life now.
It's autumn and the leaves have started to turn, yellow like the sun and scarlet like Wanda's hair and there's a brisk wind that says there's gonna be a storm in a day or two. Rain or snow, he isn't sure, but it's Canada so it can go either way. He has his left arm slid into Wanda's to cover up that it doesn't hang naturally the same as his right does and nobody suspects a thing. Their neighbors aren't ever curious, there's no surveillance, there's nothing to worry about. It's a strange feeling but a good one.
"You know, if you can figure out how to explain it to my tiny soldier brain I would love to know how you managed to keep our house invisible from everyone else. Small words, though. I'm all brawn and no brains."
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While Wanda's certain she'll be awake and a little wired for an hour or so, she doesn't particularly want that to be the reason why Bucky decides to wander back to his room and leave her alone in hers. Selfishly, she'd like for him to stay—it'd mean that she has no reason to be alone with her thoughts and entertain them further. His being here means she remains present.
She scrunches up her face as she pushes against his side and peers up at him in mock worry. "You don't snore, do you?"
Of course, Wanda knows the answer to that. But sometimes it's nice to act like she doesn't know everything—or most things.
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"Nah, I don't think I snore. Never had anyone say I do, anyway, and Steve's slept in the same room with me enough times to let me know. He's polite but he's not too polite to tell me I'm making a racket."
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"I kick in my sleep." She doesn't unless she has a nightmare, but Wanda's intent to keep things light and her efforts to tease exasperating. "Very hard. Are you sure you want to stay?"