The scene starts in an alley as a scrawny guy was getting beaten up.

"Sometimes, I think you like getting punched," the female giggled at her blonde friend as she sat on the alley floor.

They were supposed to watch a movie. However, a man up front was being a dick and her friend just had to confront the disrespectful bastard. Now there he was, beaten up in an alley. Again.

This happened most of the time. So she took the scenario lightly, aiding her friend and offering some punches. This earned her a punch on the face that'll probably turn into a bruise, yet the female just laughed. Again, she was used to this. This was just all fun and games to her. In the meantime, their other friend spotted them. The eldest of the three, the brunette went towards them and handled the "bully."

"I had him the ropes," the scrawny blonde replied as he stood up. She likes to call him, Idiot. Well... because he's an idiot. He went towards her, lending a hand as he helped her to her feet.

"Uhuh," the brunette rolled his eyes, making his way toward the other two. This one, she calls, Jerk.

As Jerk catches a glimpse of her face, his face instantly looks worried. "Are you alright?" he asked.

Her mischievous smile turns into a scowl, "Don't talk to me," she said. "And yes, I'm still angry at you. I still can't believe you enlisted and didn't tell me! Jerk."

She walked away, leaving Idiot and Jerk.

Jerk could only sigh as Idiot muttered, "You two have a lot to talk about."

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The scene morphs. The sound of cars in the streets of Brooklyn turns to the sound of a piano playing and soldiers singing as it takes place in a bar in London.

They were celebrating a victory.

Two figures were by the entrance of that bar, waiting for someone.

"Come on," the same female whined. "I saw an Ice Cream Parlor just down the road. Besides, it's way better than liquor. You won't have a hangover!" she pleaded, but the male beside her just chuckled.

"Argh!" she groaned. "Where is he? Is he still not done recruiting those fellas for his little boy band?"

The brunette just eyed her, adoring the little pout on her face. The way her forehead made small crinkles from her frustration—he couldn't believe that she was actually there beside him. He missed her. After 5 months of not being able to hold her, hear her usual rants, and see her gorgeous face, especially the signature mischievous grin on her lips...  he truly missed her.

"...I mean, was it hard to ask? Or is it because I'm female?" she ranted off, but she noticed the way he looked at her, his eyes obviously love-struck.

"Buck—"

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered, face slowly leaning in.

She gets lost in his gorgeous blue eyes. Her heart skipped a beat; She couldn't move or talk. It was as if his eyes made her paralyzed, and the world just stopped. All she could do was close her eyes, and the next thing she knew, his lips were on her.

It was soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment. The both of them felt like they were floating, and they wished it would stay like this forever.

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The scene melts as silence creeps in.

"You dream of Hiraeth, Fräulein. A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or... that never was," a voice of a man intruded as everything was pitch black. It was Arnim Zola.

"That fun you had with Sergeant Barnes, and Captain Rogers was just an obstacle. Home is with us, dear Winter. You belong with us. And no matter how hard you run away...

You'll always come back.

After all, aren't you searching for him?

You know where he is.

You just know where that exactly is."

HIRAETH