When the group stepped out of the car into High Town, it was a drastic change to what they had seen and witnessed in Low Town. The vast change was shocking. They walked into what appeared to be a gallery of fine art and rare items. Mary could sense multiple people in another area of the gallery, her powers had calmed as she did on the drive. But she was still sensitive.

Sam looked around skeptically, he wasn't too keen on this new Sharon. He always felt like she was trying to force her way into Steve's life. But Steve had Evelyn, and she was the best thing that ever happened to Steve in the twenty-first century. Their children were precious to the family. Sam didn't want anyone getting in the way of Steve finally having what he always dreamed of, a happy, peaceful life with a family to call his own.

"Looks like breaking all those laws is treating you well." Sam quips as he and the others look at all the art. He couldn't tell if it was real or not, because some of these pieces were in other museums around the world.

"I thought if i had to hustle, might as well enjoy the life of a real hustler. You know how much i can get for a real Monet?" Sharon quips, the tension easing ever so slightly as they moved along the long hallway lined with glass cases filled with priceless art.

Sam didn't buy it. "Easy, deactivate your hustle mode. You sell fake Monets." Sam states in disbelief.

"No. She means real. This gallery is specialized in stolen artwork." Zemo explains as he looks around at the artwork for himself, "Monet, Van Gogh. Classics."

"It's true." Bucky states as he stands in front of one piece, Mary in front of him. His flesh arm wrapped around her shoulders loosely. She rested her chin on his arm as her hands came to grip lightly onto his arm. The security it gave her was immense, all within a simple movement. "You know, half the artwork in museums like the Louvre is fake. Real stuff is in places like this." Bucky explains as well to Sam.

Mary stares at the piece in front of them, it was breathtaking. "Steve will be so upset over that." She chuckles absentmindedly. Bucky nodding with a half smile, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he imagines Steve's puppy face at the thought of priceless works of art not being allowed to be appreciated by the masses. Instead, sitting in galleries and black markets waiting for someone dirty to put it in their home.

"Okay, guys. I see what you're doing. You're more worldly than good old Sam." Sam quips as the couple moves near him.

"Yeah, but what's Google say?" Bucky quips with a smirk as he and Mary walk past Sam with his phone open to a Google page, searching up the piece in front of him.

"Three- two-" Mary counts down and then with one, she motions to Sam.

"No sh-.." Falcon whispers.

"Come on. You four need to change. I'm hosting clients in an hour." Sharon says from a distance and the group then makes their way towards where Sharon is leading them.

They enter a room lined with clothing options for the four of them. Mary looked around and spotted a bathroom. "James.." She whispers, her head motioning towards the bathroom slightly as Sam and Zemo looked through clothes.

Bucky glances in the direction of where his wife was motioning and then looks back at her, "I could use a shower.." he says with a small smile reserved for his luna. "I know you still need to let out some emotions... the adrenaline of what happened."

Mary nods and looks up at Bucky, her amber eyes shimmering. Swirls of gold and amber danced in her eyes and it mesmerized him instantly. Her power needed to be released, in whatever form that took. It happened every once in a while. An overflow of emotion and no way to let it release safely. It happened after Westview, the couple returned home and when they went to bed that night, Mary still had pent up emotions. And the only way they could think of releasing it, was physical intimacy.

A shower was a good way for Mary to release the remainder of her pent up adrenaline and other emotions safely and quickly. And also for Bucky. Being forced to become the man he thought was gone once more. He truly believed Winter was gone, the trigger words were. But the adrenaline he got when he was fighting, posing as Winter, gave him a rush he hadn't felt in years. They both needed a release.

And when they stepped out of the shower twenty five minutes later, they both felt better. Emotionally and physically better.

Sam was standing in new pants, going through a rack of clothes looking for a new shirt when he saw the couple. He nodded towards Bucky, silently asking if they were okay now. And when Bucky nodded back, Sam knew everything was good. He was worried about Mary since Selby's death. The sudden toll it took on her was shocking to everyone.

"Much better." Sharon states abruptly when she walks into the room the four are in. Sam pulling a black long sleeved shirt off the rack. Bucky and Mary were now looking for clothes. Mary found a dark amber colored, tight sweater dress with an open slit in the leg. She stepped behind the room divider as Bucky pulled a black ensemble off the racks and walked behind the divider as well. Sam smiled when the couple stepped out in their new looks. The dress fitted Mary well. Bucky knew that green had always been her color, but now it was Amber and shades of gold and orange. She had found heels that matched and when she sat down on the couch beside her husband, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

"I like this more than the other dress." Bucky comments as he slips on a black jacket.

Mary raises an eyebrow as she pushes her damp hair out of her eyes and smirks at Bucky. She slipped on her heels and looked up at him with a chuckle, "Yeah? Why's that, Alpha?" She teases.

Bucky places a hand on her hip and dips his head, placing a chaste kiss on her open shoulder. "It suits you more. It hugs you in the right places."

Mary smiles and rests her hand on his chest. "It keeps me warm." She states with a chuckle. Her statement draws a chuckle from her husband.

"Shower didn't?" He teases with his famous half smile, his blue eyes sparkling.

"You're insatiable." Mary teases with a roll of her eyes.

"Only when it's you. Only you." Bucky says, his lips pressed to her head. "You're my everything, Luna." He whispers as an added breath.

The moment between the couple lingers for a few more moments before Sam brings up the elephant in the room.

"What's going on, Sharon?" Sam asks as he sits down on the opposite side of the couch Bucky and Mary are on. "You don't ever wanna come back home?"

Sharon grabbed a coat off a rack and set it down on a chair adjacent from where Bucky was sitting on the couch, "They'll lock me up if i step foot back in the States. I don't have Mary's loophole."

Mary nods, "I have diplomatic immunity." She states and Zemo raises an eyebrow skeptically.

"Did you say, diplomatic immunity?" Zemo asks for clarification. He hadn't heard this before, and it was probably due to him being locked up for years.

"You're lookin at the Royal Adviser to the King of Wakanda." Sam says, motioning to Mary. "So, in layman terms. Don't piss her off."

Mary smiles at Zemo with a slight tilt of her head, her arms resting under her chest. "Your meddling with my family led me to my best friend. The King of Wakanda. Challa and I are extremely close. And you killed his father, framed my husband for it, and tore my family apart." She says with a slight difference to the voice she used with the bartender. And under her sweet voice, laid a threat to Zemo she had been waiting to tell him when they had time.

"Duly noted." Zemo says as he sips the drink he made for himself.

Sharon smirks at Mary, seeing a new side of her since the car garage in Germany. She then looks back at Sam, "Madripoor doesn't allow extradition."

Sam sighs, "Look, i'm sorry i didn't call, but after the blip.... And the chaos.... I just..." He says, trying to find the right words to apologize to her.

"Look, you know the whole hero thing is a joke, right?" Sharon says, fixing her hair and then places her hand on her hip, her eyes moving over to the couple. "The way your daughter gave up the shield, deep down, she probably knew it was all hypocrisy in a way." She explains with a raised eyebrow as she watches Mary and Bucky's facial expressions.

"She most likely knows. And not so deep down." Zemo pipes in from his spot on the edge of the couch. "No one can live up to Steven."

"By the way how is the new Cap?" Sharon quips, inciting groans from Bucky and Mary both.

"Don't get us started." Bucky grumbles.

Sharon scoffs. "Please. You buy into all that stars and stripes bullsh-." She states as she walks around to the chair she had her coat on. "Before you were his pet psychopath, you were Mr. America! Nurse Rogers! Cap's best friend and sister." She says in a retort.

Bucky looks at his wife and rolls his eyes, "Wow. She's kind of awful now." He says.

"You don't know what you're saying, Sharon." Mary states, "Or perhaps you do. But you don't know my brother. You never did." She says, all past emotions she held for Sharon and what the Carter name meant to Mary were gone.

"Karli Morgenthau and at least seven others have taken the serum." Sam states as he fixes the turtleneck collar on his new shirt.

"You guys really should steer clear of all of this for your own safety." Sharon states simply. Even if she had differing opinions now, she still cared about them. Mary knew that much. She felt it.

"We know it's a risk, but we won't leave until we find the one who figured out Abraham's formula." Mary states, "The formula only two people in existence knew. Myself and someone else." She states, giving herself away for the first time ever that she knew the serum's original formula. The serum running through Steve and only Steve. Everyone else's were variants. Zemo's eyes looked at Mary, he was finding more and more out about her by the moment.

"We got a name. Wilfred Nagel." Bucky states. He was determined to put an end to people abusing the serum.

"Nagel works for the Power Broker." Sharon states after a moment. She stands along with Zemo who walks back towards the alcohol cart.

"We need your help, Sharon. I can get your name cleared." Sam states abruptly while Sharon pours herself a drink.

"You haggling with my life?" Sharon questions.

"Not like that." Sam says softly.

"I don't buy that. Pretending that you can clear my name." Sharon snaps.

"Okay, maybe it is hypocrisy." Sam says and Mary's eyes widen, but Bucky keeps his wife by his side so Sam can persuade Sharon. "Maybe you're right. What happened to you." He says and stands, walking over to Sharon, "But i'm willing to try if you are." He states and then motions towards Bucky, "They cleared the bionic staring machine, and he killed almost everybody he's met."

"I heard that." Bucky quips.

"I don't trust charity." Sharon says softly, looking up at Sam.

"Alright, a deal then." Sam retorts and crosses his arms. "You help us out, and i get your name cleared." He says, extending his hand for her to shake. Sharon eyes him, thinking it over.

She eventually takes his hand with a sigh and downs the rest of her drink. "Well, i sell to some pretty connected people." She states as she moves to leave the room, "Lay low, blend in. Enjoy the party. Try to stay out of trouble. I'll see what i can find." She states before leaving the room entirely.

"Party?" Mary questions, looking at her husband with raised eyebrows, "Like... dancing?"

Bucky smiles softly and shrugs, "Probably." He says and stands. He extends his flesh hand with a small chuckle. "Care to find out, Luna?"

Mary beams upwards at her husband. The two hadn't danced in a public setting since their small wedding reception in France. "I would love to, Alpha."

Zemo looks at the couple and then looks at Sam with a shrug and smirk, "Trouble." He scoffs sarcastically. "With those two?"

Sam chuckles at Zemo's comment towards Mary and Bucky as the husband guides his wife to where the party is happening. "I'm curious as to how they find the new styles of dancing."

"Dirty dancing... this.. this is dirty dancing..." Mary whispers as she presses herself against her husband. Her breathing was uneven and Bucky's hands gripped her hip and gently caressed her head. Holding her to him. Her legs straddled his leg as they moved to the music. Her hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

"Like the movie? With that Swayze guy?" Bucky asks as he smiles at his wife, watching her adjust to the music and find the rhythm. Her hips swaying slightly and Bucky leading her just enough to keep each other in sync with the other.

Mary chuckles and kisses him deeply as the lights moved around them and the music blared in their ears, their hips moving together. Dancing for them often was a second form of intimacy. They could communicate without words. It was something the two always loved. But never had a chance to do it. "Yes. And i'm not a liar, so i'm telling you i had a crush on him." She states. Bucky raises an eyebrow and he pulls Mary closer to him, turning her around and her bottom against his hips. His hands landing on her hips, holding her there as her hands moved to reach behind his head, grabbing onto his neck hairs.

"Am i your Swayze?" Bucky asks with a smirk as he kisses her neck.

Mary arches her neck to give her husband more access and she hums with pleasure, her eyes flutter closed. "You're better."

"Good." He whispers to her, continuing their dance. They were sure there were things to enjoy about this form of dancing, it was vastly different from the forms of dancing they grew up with. But when you danced like this with your loved one, it was special. It was personal. It was intimate.

They didn't know how long they had been dancing, it seemed to go by quickly when Sam came to find them with Zemo and Sharon after a while. "She found him." Sam says to Bucky and Mary. Effectively pulling them from their trance and back to the task at hand.

Mary's new dress

Love, Red