[for Natasha and Steve] carnival
The first day had been dedicated to making sure the rides and the games and the food weren't about about to kill anyone, but by the second, Bucky's suspicion towards the unexpected carnival had waned enough that he could attempt to enjoy it while it lasted; the Island was by turns benevolent and sadistic, and in this action, it seemed like the biggest harm to the people of Tabula Rasa was getting sick from eating too much processed sugar. He hasn't been to an amusement park since he was young, not having had much cause later in life (let alone the time), but it's difficult to not get swept up in the atmosphere at all, even though better judgment would have him maintain a level head.
Given the outfit Natasha's chosen for the day, though, his better judgment went out the window some time ago. They aren't, perhaps, the most romantic of couples, though their story is certainly as sweeping as anything in fiction, but there are times when even he can forget the darkness from which they were created. His hand has barely left hers throughout the afternoon, letting go only to watch, with pride, as she dominated the shooting games, though he expected no differently. Sharpshooting skills aside, however, there's no mistaking them at a glance for Captain America and the Black Widow, his appearance and demeanor so clean cut and quaint that he looks like he stepped out of a period film; the only difference is, she's the one winning him prizes.
With a stuffed Iron Man tucked under his arm -- target practice, she said -- and a grin on his face that stretches from ear to ear, he laughs as he presses an easy kiss to just below her ear, not minding the public display for the gleeful chaos surrounding them.
"I ever say how much I love you?"
Given the outfit Natasha's chosen for the day, though, his better judgment went out the window some time ago. They aren't, perhaps, the most romantic of couples, though their story is certainly as sweeping as anything in fiction, but there are times when even he can forget the darkness from which they were created. His hand has barely left hers throughout the afternoon, letting go only to watch, with pride, as she dominated the shooting games, though he expected no differently. Sharpshooting skills aside, however, there's no mistaking them at a glance for Captain America and the Black Widow, his appearance and demeanor so clean cut and quaint that he looks like he stepped out of a period film; the only difference is, she's the one winning him prizes.
With a stuffed Iron Man tucked under his arm -- target practice, she said -- and a grin on his face that stretches from ear to ear, he laughs as he presses an easy kiss to just below her ear, not minding the public display for the gleeful chaos surrounding them.
"I ever say how much I love you?"