Natasha rewarded him with a smile. "Sounds good to me." So they went slow. She played the part of a tourist largely because that's what she was; she'd never spent any significant time in Romania before this. But never think that she wasn't armed and dangerous at all times; no, training had made sure of that.

Regardless, the former Black Widow didn't abandon her hold on her companion as they perused through the street bazaar, pausing here and there to look at this or that, with Natasha actually purchasing a few knickknacks, if only to commemorate the occasion.

About half an hour into the sojourn, she'd shifted from holding Bucky's hand to looping her right arm casually in the crook of his left, not at all bothered by ripple of metal plates beneath his sleeve, nor the whisper of gears and servos beneath the steel.

"Anything catch your eye?"