SVETLANA ROMANOFF, better known as Lana, stared at the block of apartments. It was an old building but it was still beautiful with its bright red paint. Most of the houses along the street were of various colours. The hot Italian sun beat down on her back as she contemplated going inside.

She huffed, annoyed with her doubt and trudged inside. She pulled her bags behind her and groaned when she realised the building didn't have an elevator. She made sure no one was around and used her powers to help lift the weight of the bags.

When she reached the third floor, she stopped, walking down the corridor. She knocked on the second door and waited in anticipation for it to open.

As it did she smiled lightly, "Hi Steve."

"Lana," Steve breathed. He pulled her into a tight hug, "I missed you."

"I missed you too," she smiled into his shoulder.

"Come in," he took her bags and she stepped inside the little apartment. The walls were painted in a light cream that reflected the rays of sun beaming through the balcony doors, making them a golden hue.

The kitchen stood off to the side on the left with a small table to her right. It was an open-plan view and two couches sat opposite each other with the tv in front against the wall. There were two small balconies on either side of the wall.

"It's cute," she commented.

"It's cheap," Steve replied.

She turned to face him and stepped towards him once more. His arms opened and she almost fell right into their comfort. Steve pressed a kiss to her forehead before leaning down to kiss her lips.

They were soft against hers and the familiar sense of euphoria and adrenaline washed over her. He parted but peppered kisses, saying a word in between each, "I. Love. You."

"I love you too," she whispered. She smiled at him and took his hand, going over to one of the balconies. They had a nice view of the canal. They were in Burano and all of the houses were along the canal.

"It's beautiful. Peaceful," she smiled.

Steve's arm snaked around her waist, "Yeah. But we have to move ever so often. I'm thinking France next."

"I like France."

"No you like wine," he teased dotting kisses on her neck.

"I like both," she replied, tilting her neck. He hummed and she kissed his forehead, "I'm glad I'm here."

"I'm glad you're here too. It's a bit lonely here by myself. Bucky went to Wakanda," Steve told her.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she turned in his arms, "The last time I saw you guys the king of Wakanda was trying to kill him. What changed?"

"Bucky didn't blow the UN. It was the fake doctor, Helmut Zemo he blamed us for his wife and son dying in the Sokovia drama," Steve replied.

Lana nodded, "What happened with Tony?"

"We fought, we almost killed each other," Steve moved away and sat on the couch, "I sent him a burner phone though, so if he needs me he can call."

Lana sighed, "Ok. Enough with the sad shit. I'm cooking dinner."

Steve looked up at her amused, "Darling, you can't cook."

"Well, I'm going to try," Lana said optimistically. She kissed his lips and went into the kitchen.