YN and Bucky walked into the training room to find Howard, Jarvis, and Ana already there. Howard was showing Ana a new move, while Jarvis was in the corner stretching.

"Good morning," Jarvis said as he bent down into a deep lunge. "Did you sleep well?"

"I don't think they got any sleep at all," Ana teased as she gave them a wink.

Howard looked from Ana to Bucky and YN and then back to Ana. "What do you mean? What happened last night?"

"My dear," Jarvis warned. "Leave them be."

"So, Ana," YN said, completely ignoring Howard. "What are you learning today?"

A huge smile came over Ana's face. "Mr. Stark is showing me how to get out of a choke hold."

"Is he now?" YN asked, wondering what he was actually teaching her. "Show me."

She walked up behind Ana and wrapped one arm loosely around her throat. The other woman began trying to twist YN's wrist, but she couldn't get YN's arm to budge.

"Just what I thought," YN said shaking her head as she let Ana go. "Bucky, you want to help me out over here?"

"Sure thing, doll," he said as he walked up behind her and wrapped his vibranium arm around her neck.

"That's cheating," she said over her shoulder.

He gave her wink and switched arms, but Ana had been watching them carefully. She'd seen him leaving YN's room with no shirt and his shoes in his hand, so she'd had her suspicions. Now it seemed as though she'd been right, but how to get them to admit it?

"Are you paying attention?" YN asked Ana before setting into motion. "First you want to take your elbow and shove it backwards into his solar plexus, like this." She demonstrated the move, and heard Bucky's quick intake of breath as her elbow found it's mark. "As you can see, your assailant is a little bent over now trying to catch his breath. Now you take your foot and slam it down as hard as you can on his."

"Oh, no you don't," Bucky warned as he stepped out of the way of her foot.

YN let out a laugh. "I'm sorry, are you scared I'm going to hurt you?"

"Yes," he admitted without chagrin. "You're lethal when you want to be."

"It's the super soldier serum," Howard said, puffing out his chest with pride.

"Anyway," YN said, turning her attention back to Ana. "Once you've stomped on his foot, he should be in enough pain for you to slip out of his grasp. He'll still be bent over catching his breath, so this is the perfect opportunity to take the heel of your hand and slam it into his nose."

"Not a chance," Bucky said as he took a step away from her as he pointed to his face. "I mean, c'mon, you don't really want to damage this face, now do you, doll?"

YN could barely contain her smile. She didn't want to get her hopes up, but she enjoying this new side of him more and more each minute. "Of course not, but we have to show Ana how to defend herself."

"Fine," he said stepping toward her again. "But be gentle."

"That's not what you said last night," she whispered so quietly that she knew he'd be the only one to hear her.

She saw the blush start to creep up his face and took the opportunity finish her lesson. "Okay, this is how you hit the nose." She mimed shoving the heel of her hand toward Bucky's nose. "Now, if you have enough force and hit it just right, there's a possibility you could shove the cartilage into his brain, which would kill him instantly, so you need to be careful with this move. Obviously, if you're in a life or death situation – go for the kill."

Ana stood off to the side and began to practice shoving her hand up into the air at an imaginary assailant. "That's a good move."

"I'm not finished just yet," YN said as she gave Bucky a sorrowful smile. "If he's not dead, then you want to make sure he'll be too incapacitated to come after you. You grab his shoulders like this." She paused to make sure Ana was watching. "Then you take your knee and go straight for the family jewels."

She hadn't intended to actually knee Bucky in the groin, but he didn't know that. Acting on impulse, he reached down and grabbed her knee. Pulling up on her leg, he unbalanced her and sent her sprawling backwards on the mat.

She stared up at him in disbelief. Deciding to get even, she used her foot to sweep his feet out from under him, but she'd misjudged where he would fall. Thankfully, his quick reflexes helped him to catch himself before he fell right on top of her.

"If you wanted a repeat of last night all you had to do was ask," he whispered in her ear before rose to his feet and offered her a hand.

As he pulled her up, she allowed the momentum to bring her right into his arms. "Oh, trust me, there will be a repeat of last night." She took a step back from him as she silently mouthed the word "many."

"Oh, that's perfect," Ana exclaimed. "But how will I ever remember what order to do them in?"

"Well, that's the easy part," YN said as she turned back to the bubbly redhead. "Just remember to SING."

"Sing?" Jarvis asks, his brows knitted in confusion.

"Ah," Howard said as he finally figured it out. "I get it. Solar plexus, Instep, Nose, and Groin. SING. That's brilliant, YN."

"I really can't take credit for it," she said with a shrug. "I saw it in a movie once."

"I want to try it out," Ana declared. "Edwin, come over her and pretend to be my assailant."

"I think not," Jarvis said with a shake of his head. "You won't be inflicting that kind of pain on me today, my dear."

"Oh, poo," Ana said before turning to Howard. "You wouldn't mind, would you Mr. Stark?"

Bucky stepped in before Howard had a chance to answer. "C'mon, Ana. I'll be your guinea pig."

She gave him a beaming smile and stepped back into his waiting arm. Taking a breath she looked at YN. "I just have to remember to SING."

"That's right," YN told her as she gave her a thumbs up. "You've got this."

"And don't worry, dear,I'll make sure not to damage the goods," Ana said with a wink just before she jammed her elbow back into Bucky's sternum.

Bucky hadn't been prepared for Ana to hit him that hard, and with a gasp, he doubled over. He had a high pain tolerance, but he still had sensitive spots just like anyone else and if someone hit them just right, it would knock the wind out of him.

Ana seemed overjoyed that she'd hit her mark and continued running through the moves YN had showed her. She stomped on Bucky's foot, but before she could try out the nose maneuver, he took a step back so that all she hit was air. Unperturbed, she grabbed his shoulders and made to knee him in the groin.

Bucky's hands went straight to his crotch to protect himself from Ana's knee, but before she could make contact, she let him go and twirled in a circle as she laughed and clapped her hands.

"That was so much fun," she said before turning back to Bucky. "I didn't hurt you, did I Sergeant Barnes. I'd hate to interfere in your and YN's extracurricular activities." She gave him a cheeky wink and waited to see what they would say.

"What are you talking about Ana?" Howard asked, flustered that he seemed to be the only one that didn't know what was going on in his own house.

YN looked at Bucky and shrugged her shoulders. "Bucky will be moving into my room for the remainder of our stay here."

"I will?" Bucky asked. "Why aren't you moving into my. . ." He stopped when he saw the look in her eye. "Yes, I'll be moving in YN's room starting today."

"Well, hell," Howard said as he shook his head and retrieved his wallet from his back pocket. Handing Ana a twenty dollar bill, he began muttering under his breath and with a glare in Bucky's direction, he left the room.

YN's mouth dropped open as Jarvis buried his face in his hands, obviously embarrassed at the antics of his wife and his employer. "You and Howard made a bet. What were the terms, if you don't mind me asking. Not that you should mind since you were making bets about us behind our backs."

"I simply told Howard that the two of you were more than colleagues, and he disagreed with me." Ana folded the twenty and shoved it down the front of her shirt into her bra. "He bet me twenty dollars that I was wrong. Easiest money I've ever earned."

"How did you know?" YN asked.

"She saw Sergeant Barnes leaving your room this morning in a state of undress," Jarvis answered, ready to end this conversation. "Now are we going to train, or are we going to gossip all day?"

"Are you ever going to tell Stark that you're not a super soldier?" Bucky whispered in her ear.

She looked at him like he was crazy. "Of course not. He thinks I'm a badass."

"Doll," Bucky said with an exasperated look. "You are a badass."

"Aw, Bucky," she said as she leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "You say the sweetest things to me."

The two couples took opposites sides of the room to finish their training. YN was surprised at how easy it was to spar with Bucky now that he wasn't out to prove a point. She would never tell him, but she could see why HYDRA had used him to train the girls in the Red Room. He had a way of noticing her weak spots and helped her to correct her mistakes. She doubted Nat had had it this easy, but she'd had to deal with the Soldier, while YN got the benefit of learning from Bucky.

When they'd called it a day, they'd headed back to their rooms to change. She'd suggested he gather up all of his things and go ahead and move them over to her room while she took a shower. When he'd pulled back the curtain and joined her a few minutes later, she hadn't complained one bit.

"So, give me a list of all the places Steve may be today and I'll go around and see if I can find him," she told him as she started getting dressed.

Bucky let out a sigh and thought for a moment. "He likes to go to the museum. Sometimes he'll go to the park and sketch. . ."

"Steve can draw?" YN asked as she struggled with the fasteners on the garter belt.

Bucky was putting on his socks, but paused to look over at her. When he saw her standing there in nothing but her underwear, his mouth went dry. He loved her strength and the fact that she could hold her own with him while they trained, but seeing her like this completely floored him. She looked soft and vulnerable, and he felt an overwhelming urge to protect her.

"Here, let me," he said as he reached over and pulled her closer to him as he turned her around.

With fingers that had had years of practice taking this particular garment off a woman, he deftly fastened the six hooks on the back. He spun her back around as he placed one hand on the back of her thigh and lifted it so that her foot rested on his leg. He reached over for a stocking and rolled it between his fingers before sliding it over her foot. Very slowly, he slid the silk up her calf and over her knee as he looked up at her.

She couldn't have spoken a word if her life depended on it. Her heart was hammering in her chest and her breath was coming in shorts gasps. As he clipped the ends of the garters onto the stocking, she could feel her leg start to quiver under his touch. The sensation of hot and cold had her senses reeling.

He could see her eyes starting to cloud over as he watched her chest heave with every breath she took. It had been a long time since he'd been able to have this effect on a woman, and he loved seeing that lustful look in her eye in the light of day. All too often, he'd been relegated to the cover of darkness and he'd missed seeing how his touch could bring a woman right to the edge.

When he'd finished with her left leg, he gently placed it on the ground and repeated the process with her right. He knew it wouldn't have taken much to get her back in bed with him, but she still had a mission, and he liked the idea of her thinking about him reversing this process later that night.

When he turned back to his own clothes without a word, she felt let down. He'd gotten her all worked up and then left her to wallow in her own arousal. "That's it?"

He glanced back at her with feigned innocence. "I said I'd help you get them on, doll. I never said anything about taking them off."

She leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Two can play this game, Barnes."

His stomach fell as he realized what she meant. He'd already told her that his younger self and Steve would be at the Three Deuces tonight looking for her. What was she planning to do to him?

She chose a navy blue dress that looked like something a USO girl would wear on tour. It had an empire waist and a wide boat neck with a mock scarf that tied at her breasts. There were thin white stripes along the hem, the sleeves, and along the neckline. She could feel Bucky's eyes watching her as she slipped it over her hips, shimming a bit just to drive him crazy. With a glance over her shoulder, she nodded toward her back so he would help her zip it up.

She realized her mistake as she felt the cold vibranium at the base of her spine as he slowly drug the zipper up her back. His right hand was on her hip and his fingers were digging into her flesh as he teased her.

"Make sure you're here tonight to help me out of all this," she told him with a wink as she slid her feet into the same heels she'd worn the day before.

"Make sure I'm the one that helps you out of those clothes tonight, doll," he said.

"Bucky Barnes," she said in mock horror, one hand at her throat. "What kind of woman do you take me for? Do you really think I'm going to jump into bed with a guy I just met yesterday?"

"It's happened before," he teased as he pulled her toward him. "Remember it's wartime and these girls don't know if they'll ever see their guys again. Morals became a lot looser during this time period."

She leaned in and kissed him. "I'll be back later tonight."

"I'll be waiting," he told her as she walked toward the door. "Oh, and check the movie theaters for Steve – especially the back alleys. Punk likes to pick fights back there when I'm not around."

She shook her head and closed the door behind her.

When he heard the lock catch, he sat down and took a deep breath as he rested his elbows on his knees. A part of him wanted her to fail, just so they could stay in this little bubble they'd created for themselves. He worried that once they got back home that things would change between them. He knew he hadn't known her long, but she'd wormed her way into his heart and he could already see a change in himself when he was with her. He liked who he was when he was around her, and he was scared that if he lost her, he'd lose the last little bit of the man he used to be.

Jarvis offered to drive her around town again, but she asked him if it would be alright if she took the train. She was familiar enough with New York that she should be able to get around on her own and that way, Jarvis wouldn't be stuck chauffeuring her around all day. He'd balked at the idea at first, but then on second thought, he'd given her some cash and told her to have a nice day.

She found the train station with no problem. It was an odd experience being in a familiar city, but having everything around her look so foreign. The people on the train eyed her warily since she was traveling alone, but she didn't let it bother her. She was too busy taking everything in to really pay attention to the stares.

She tried the museum first. Wandering through the galleries, she found herself looking at some of the same paintings she'd seen in this very museum seventy years from now. Being in a place like this reminded her that time was more expansive that most people realized.

After walking around for over an hour with no sign of Steve, she headed back toward the park. Prospect Park was a huge area, but Bucky had mentioned that Steve liked to sit by the Boathouse and sketch the trees reflecting off the water of The Lake. She took her time wandering along the paths, enjoying the mild summer day as young families with baby carriages passed her by.

As she grew closer to the Boathouse, she spotted him. Even though it was a nice day, he had on a khaki overcoat that seemed to swallow his small frame. She took a seat on a bench and watched him for a few minutes, looking for traces of the man she knew.

He seemed to be invisible to the people around him, and it broke her heart yet again to realize how mistreated he'd been before the serum. She would've liked to think that she would have noticed him and befriended him if she'd met him before he'd become Captain America, but she wasn't so sure.

It wasn't until a group of guys started harassing a group of young girls that she finally reconciled this version of Steve with the imposing superhero she'd grown close to. Standing up and puffing out his chest, he confronted the guys. She held her breath as one of them shoved him backwards, almost knocking him on his backside, but he wasn't finished with them yet. Regaining his balance, he came back at the guy and shoved him into his friends. She couldn't hear what he was saying, but she had an idea. Part of her wanted to go over and help him, but she knew he wouldn't appreciate it.

While Steve was fighting the guys, the group of girls had scurried away. Once the buffoons realized this, they decided Steve wasn't worth their time, so one of them shoved him again and they took off running in her direction. Not one to back down from a fight herself, she stood up just as they came near the bench she was sitting on.

"Well, hello, beautiful," one of them sneered as he came to a stop in front of her.

"You'd do well to leave my friend alone," she warned them in a low voice.

"What, those dames?" another one of the guys asked. "We were just messing around."

"The women, too, but I was referring to the man you accosted back there."

"Him?" the third ruffian snarled. "Why would a pretty dame like you be friends with a scrawny little punk like that."

"Because that man has more character than the three of you put together," she said with a smirk. "You only wish you could be half the man he is."

"You're out of your mind, sweetheart," the first guy said. "Why don't you come along with us and we'll show what a real man is like."

Knowing that only a show of force would earn her any respect from these idiots, she pulled her arm back and punched the biggest one in the nose. The satisfying sound of cartilage crunching let her know that she'd succeeded in breaking his nose. Turning to the other two, she was pleased to see a look of fear in their eyes. "You'd better help your friend before he bleeds all over himself. And don't forget what I said. Leave him alone or I'll be back to finish what I started."

She watched them scurry down the path like the rats they were and she smiled as she dusted off her hands. Turning back to the Boathouse, she looked for Steve, but he was gone.

"Dammit," she muttered under her breath.

"Who are you?"

She spun around and was surprised to see Steve standing right behind her.

"Oh," he said, looking confused. "You're the gal from the club last night. YN, right?"

She held out her hand and gave him a warm smile. "YN YLN. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Steve."

He looked down at her hand, but refused to shake it. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her. "How do you know who I am?"