Yelena & Bucky
That was exactly what happened. Yelena found that little hole-in-the-wall Romanian apartment that was within walking distance to the farmer's market. She knew Natasha was not going to leave her Avengers family locked up in custody. She had said, if their little family could make up, there was hope for the Avengers yet. With Steve Rogers on the run, she knew Barnes was unlikely to return to that particular hidey hole. He would be wherever Steve Rogers was.
The aged yellow wallpaper. The newsprint over the windows. The broken tiles over the kitchen sink. It was even dingier than the safe house in Budapest. That one had arrow holes in the walls, but this one had a hole in the floorboard.
As she looked around, she had pilfered for still-edible snacks. Walking through the small apartment, green bag in hand, munching on half-crunchy chips. Whatever there was to find, the most important things were gone. If she had to guess, something had been hidden beneath those floorboards and extracted in a hurry.
She watched him break apart the plum with his metal hand. Yelena knew how easy it would be for him to go through muscle and bone the way he was pressing into the juicy flesh of the plum. "Now I wanted to see what you would be like after all these years." Her hazel eyes were a soft leaf green in the afternoon sunlight and they narrowed thoughtfully as she regarded him. "I think... You do not feel like the Soldat that I remember."