Bucky stood in the middle of the aisle, staring at all the boxes of tampons and pads. He had never seen so many options for one product. How was he supposed to know which one to get?

The purple one looked nice, but it also looked like it was for twelve-year-olds so he figured it wouldn't work for Wanda. Maybe the blue one? But that one said heavy. Was Wanda heavy? What did that even mean? How would someone go about deciding if a woman was heavy and what did her weight have to do with tampons?

This was too confusing to do on his own. However, he didn't want to let Wanda down. Seeing no other solution, Bucky pulled out his phone and decided to call Steve. The sooner he got an answer, the sooner he could get out of the store and go back to the Compound.

Luckily for Bucky, Steve answered quickly.

"Bucky, I'm in the middle of a fight."

Bucky heard Steve grunt followed by a distant yell. Yes, Steve was definitely in the middle of a fight.

"I need help," he grumbled into the phone.

He spotted a woman coming down the aisle and his face heated up.

"Wanda came to me for girl stuff because you were gone and I have no idea what I'm doing."

Steve cursed and Bucky thought it was at the man he was fighting. He was wrong.

"I completely forgot she would have hers while I was gone!" Steve exclaimed only to be cut off by another shout.

Further down the aisle, Bucky watched the woman effortlessly grab a box and walk off, giving him a short smile. He smiled back awkwardly and ignored the sounds of a fight coming from Steve's side of the conversation.

"Is it a heavy or light day?" Steve asked. Bucky furrowed his brow as he thought back to what he'd seen written on the box.

"I don't know her weight, Steve," Bucky said. Wasn't there something about never asking a woman about her weight?

"No, is her blood flow heavy or light?"

Bucky's face heated up. He really didn't like dealing with female problems like this.

"I don't know," Bucky replied. Steve sighed and shouted something to the agents that had come with him as Bucky asked, "Should I just get the blue one?"

"I usually give her the pink Kotex box on her first day," Steve answered. He paused as Bucky looked for a pink box and the word Kotex on it. "Is it her first day? It might be her second."

"I didn't ask," Bucky mumbled as he finally found the box and grabbed it off the shelf. Glad he'd had some success, he hurried out of the aisle.

"Then grab the purple Glad box."

Bucky groaned and turned around. He threw the Kotex box back in its place and searched for the purple Glad box. It said pads.

"She wanted tampons," Bucky said, whispering the last word. "This one says pads."

He had never felt more stupid in his life.

"Fine," Steve conceded, "Grab both. She can decide which is best."

Bucky grabbed both and all but ran out of the aisle.

"Make sure to grab Brazilian chocolate for her," Steve instructed between hits, "It has to be plain, though. It can't have anything like orange or caramel or she'll throw a tantrum."

Bucky wasn't sure if he was kidding but decided not to test it. He grabbed as many Brazilian chocolate bars as he could in one hand and raced to a self-checkout.

"Thanks, Steve," Bucky said, pulling out his wallet to pay for everything.

"No problem," Steve replied. A second later, Bucky heard a crack and Steve said, "Sorry, someone decided to sneak up. I have to go. You good?"

"Yeah, I think so," Bucky said.

Steve hung up without a goodbye and Bucky grabbed his two bags and raced out to his car. If he had any luck at all, Natasha wouldn't ask him for help as well. He wasn't sure he could survive another trip to the store for pads or tampons or whatever she would need.