10543/How did it get late so soon

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How did it get late so soon
Date of Scene: 23 March 2022
Location: Brighton Night Market
Synopsis: No description
Cast of Characters: James Barnes, Wanda Maximoff




James Barnes has posed:
Night Market is a phrase that means something different to Bucky Barnes, a man steeped in logistics and spycraft. But this night market is the more common kind; the _normal_ kind, so he dressed normally, got his cap, covered his arm up, and put his other hand in Wanda's as they shuffled into the crowd.

"I want to see if we can find any seafood. I've got a hankering for shellfish."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Night markets in Europe and the New World hold things in common. People come there to socialize and walk through the lit stalls and aisles. Pedestrians stop to talk and eat. They might be here for the music or the pelmeny served from a delicious food truck or because the overpriced apartment they rent from a slumlord barely has a kitchen worth enjoying. The whole point is to be out and seen, people watching and noshing.

Thus with the ambiance of transience and curiosity, the spill of shops under the Q Train has a kind of charm. "Seafood? We're a few hundred meters from the Atlantic. I would be disappointed if we destroyed everything around Long Island. What kind of food do you have in mind?"

James Barnes has posed:
"I'm just saying, I really want some shellfish," Bucky says with a laugh, lifting his arm and then draping it over the breadth of Wanda's shoulders, pulling her in a little closer.

"So, your brother gave us quite the look the other day. I'm gonna go ahead and guess you haven't actually talked to him about us or anything like that? He had that 'I'm just finding out about this' expression." It doesn't seem to bother Bucky all that much at all, apparently, other than finding it amusing.

"I'm pretty sure Peg is still wanting that dinner party."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
"How do you talk to Pietro? He will be gone after the first six words," Wanda airily answers. Her hand waves off the notion. "I will give him a dream, how about that? Then he cannot outrun it."

Her eyes move from person to person around them. The young and the old and all in between take to the market, getting their daily shopping in. Comforts of home never sold in a supermarket or a store in the bigger shopping centers around the city abound, though she pauses to look at a row of books. Nothing too compelling. Bucky won't have to loiter for long. She might have an understanding to not spend too long here or there. "We are a thing. You and I, not Pietro and I. Everyone knows we are brother and sister."

One of those perils of being kind of Brotherhood famous. Still, a laugh rests at the back of her throat. It might come out, but the sound is soft. "That dinner party sounds nice. I can get out a fancy dress instead of yoga pants. You might get to wear a fancy shirt. We could be tooth-rottingly sweet."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
"Also," as the thought strikes. "Mussels or clams? There must be something around here for shellfish. Let's keep walking until we find it or I distract you with noodles." Wanda nods in the direction of a popular noodle restaurant they've been to a few times. "Only if we find nothing proper. Are you craving oysters? Should I be alarmed?"

James Barnes has posed:
"Hey, I'm just amused he didn't know. You tell him or don't tell him, I'm not one to say what your brother should or shouldn't know about your life, or our life." Their life. He squeezes her again, his hand going up and slipping fingers into her auburn hair. He tilts his head to look down at her and then leans in, kissing her head. "I like you in yoga pants, though. So much less of a hassle than fancy dressing," he teases.

"Shrimp, actually. Like, the jumbo kind."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
"Our life." Simple correction from Wanda comes as reflex. "We date, it is we. You have a say in what he knows or is not privy to. You've had too many people tell you what to do and this will not be our way too." She doesn't push on that front, her words warm and kind instead of obstinate. Being that sort of person costs too much to be for too little gain, all the energy used up in the pursuit of wrong things.

"Shrimp!" That warms her tone. "I like that better than mussels or clams. It reminds me too much of digging in the Wash or on the waterfront when we were hungry."

James Barnes has posed:
"Yes, I know how grammar works," Bucky teases Wanda with a roll of his eyes and a laugh, his metal hand swinging up, gloved as it is, to catch her chin and pull her mouth up to his so he can kiss her, briefly, as they walk along. "Like I said, you tell him what you want. Fact is, I couldn't care less, but he's _your_ brother."

"Shrimp it is. Jumbo, though. I like it when they crunch between my teeth!"

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda is not the type to smack someone. She will poke them, maybe, but her chin is already in his grip and her eyes full of laughter for his kind words. Bucky brings her closer and she leans in to meet him, kissing him lightly. Awful PDA for those in the market, horrified such young people are so obvious. "I have learned it is better when I make my choices without his approval. Mostly his approval. If he were truly concerned I would speak. We have chosen badly in the past based on poor judgment, so it's important to rely on listening to those we care about."

She nods to his suggestions, leading them down a wrong path. No shrimp there. Oops. There are potato pancakes. "I thought we might have luck. I guess not here."

James Barnes has posed:
"No objections here." Once the barrier of 'other people being aware' was breached, Bucky has been pretty okay with being public, or at least not secretive, about their dating. He follows her along. "I suspect if he has a problem he'll bring it up, though I can't see why he would."

When they run into potato pancakes rather than jumbo shrimp, he eyes her, as if she somehow manipulated probability so this would happen, and then reaches down and smacks her backside. "Fine, pancakes it is."