(So my German teacher showed us this short film and it was hilarious. Seriously. And I never make any noise in that class, but I had laughed so hard.)

In New York, you and Bucky tend to take the trollies more than often. Sure, they're kind of expensive, but your job covers the costs without a problem.

The trolly require you to buy a ticket, but the checker, who goes around making sure everyone has their tickets, rarely comes in to stamp them, so some people just jump on without paying and get away with it.

"You have your ticket?"

You grin, watching as the red trolly halts and you climb abort. "Course. Thought I don't see why we can't just ride for free,"

He shakes his head. "Bad idea. Remember last time?"

You groan. Last month, you two had been caught free riding and kicked off the trolly with a fine of $50 dollars. It has been embarrassing enough being caught, but everyone has been looking and a man even laughed.

"Okay, fair point,"

He smiles, spots two empty seats across from each other and asks the elderly women and man if they're free. The man says yes, while the women scans Bucky up and down, eyes lingering on his metal arm and she turns her nose up.

He doesn't look fazed as he sits next to her you and next to the man. The women tugs on her bag, making Bucky sit up as she drags it out from under him with a scowl.

"At least try to hide that.. that thing," the women tsk's, but Bucky keeps quiet and she goes on. "It's hideous,"

You open your mouth to snap at her, but Bucky grabs your hand and shakes his head.

The women sees this and hmps. "I don't understand how she's able to be with you. With that hunk of metal instead of an arm, I can't even look at you,"

Your eyes widen and your lips pull back in a sneer. "Listen, you old-"

"(Y/n)," Bucky smiles tightly. "It's fine,"

You huff, leaning back and cross your arms.

"You better put that girl on a leash," She says bitterly, and Bucky's eyes widen. "Wild little thing,"

You glare as the bell above the doors chime, alerting everyone that the checker is coming and to take out their tickets.

The women smirks as Bucky turns to her, and she begins digging in her purse for her ticket. "Young people these days. Drugs, violence. Such pests," she pulls out the ticket and waits. "Girls like that one is nothing better than a nuisance,"

You gulp, keeping your eyes down and barely catch Bucky snatching the women's ticket and shoving it in his mouth. She stares in disbelief and so do you.

"Ticket, please?" The checker asks, stopping next to the women and she looks up in shock.

"This.. this man has eaten it!" She gasps out, and the checker looks over to Bucky, who holds up his ticket and shrugs innocently.

"M'am," the checker clears his throat. "That is the single most stupid excuse I have ever heard. Come with me,"

Her mouth is still open as she stands, shoots you and Bucky wide eyed glances before skittering towards the checker.

"I swear, he took my ticket! I've never ridden free!" She whines, following the checker as he exits the trolly and motions for the women to sit on a bench.

He smiles with enthusiasm. "You have a good day, m'am," he turns, climbs back onto the trolly and waves goodbye.

"You just.. ate the.." You sputter over your words as Bucky grins. "Why did you..?"

"Yeah," he laughs. "I saw this old movie, Free Rider, I think. It was in German, but the same thing had happened, and I couldn't help myself. It was either that or let you have at her. My method was more likely to keep us out of jail,"

"You're brilliant, Bucky Barnes," you say, leaning forward and kiss his cheek happily.

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