Silhouettes
“Come on Bucky!” Iris pulled her hoodie over her head and rolled up her sleeves as she ducked into the alleyway behind the random office building they decided to be their painting location.
“I’m coming!” Bucky felt a certain nervousness yet he was filled with adrenaline as well. He could understand why Iris had enjoyed this so much.
Iris pulled the small backpack filled with spray paint off his back and placed it on the concrete floor before zipping it open. She pulled the respirators out of the bag, handing the larger one to Bucky and pulling the other one over her neck. Bucky hung his own on his neck, checking into the dimly lit street before crouching down by Iris.
“Any idea what you are going to do yet?” Iris asked as she took out a few bottles, shaking one before pulling off the cap.
“Not really, any suggestions?” Bucky watched as Iris pulled on her respirator and began creating an outline of something on the wall. After a few puffs of paint Bucky decided to pull on his own respirator, inhaling filtered air.
“How bout’ something from your past? Like from Brooklyn?” Iris continued, her voice muffled through the respirator. “What about the skyline?”
“I’ll try.” Bucky laughed. “I did warn you my art isn’t all that great.”
“Hey, it can’t be any worse than mine.”
“Don’t say that, your painting is amazing.”
“We’ll see.”
The next few moments were spent with the sound of the spraying cans to accompany them.
“Ah shit.” Bucky swore as he pressed to hard on the button once again, the paint coming out in a large, dark circle. He pulled his respirator off, placing it on the ground. “I’m going to leave it at this before I mess it up more.”
Iris was silent and when Bucky looked over to her he saw her total concentration, brows furrowed slightly. Bucky smiled, he thought she looked cute like that. A minute later she stood up, brushing her hands off on her hoodie.
“Done!” Iris pulled her respirator off. “Look, it’s us.”
Bucky turned to the wall and saw two black silhouettes in a close embrace, their lips touching lightly. The only color was the single red star on the arm of the silhouette. Surrounding the pair were Iris’s signature black wings.
“Do you like it?” Iris asked with a concerned look on her face. Bucky looked back down at her before putting his hands behind her head and pulling her in for a deep kiss.
“I love it.” Bucky smiled as Iris laughed.
“Hey! Just what do you think you’re doing!” A pair of flashlights illuminated the far end of the alley.
“Run!” Iris shouted with excitement in her voice as she threw her respirator onto the floor.
The pair took off into the dimly lit street, the pair of cops following in pursuit. Iris whooped loudly, turning to the police men before flipping them off. Bucky raced besides her, laughing at her beautiful recklessness.
Thankfully they had parked the motorbike just down the street. Bucky swung his leg over the bike, popping the brake up before staring up the engine. Iris hopped on the back. Her hood had fallen down, exposing her face glowing with excitement.
Bucky began driving threw the nearly empty streets to nowhere in particular. Iris had her arms wrapped around his body as she laughed at the cops who were disappearing behind them. Seconds later they were both out of view.
Bucky realized they were close to the outskirts of the city so he made a few turns until they ended up on the highway.
Iris shouted into the air once again, standing up on the back of the bike as they raced endlessly away from the city. She kept one hand around his shoulder as she pumped the air.
Bucky took a glance at her face which was now only illuminated by the full moon and the stars which were now visible without the bright city lights to block them out. The wind whipped through her coffee hair, her emerald eyes glinting with wildness. Bucky turned his eyes back to the empty highway, smiling.
Eventually Iris sat back down, wrapping her arms around Bucky once more. Bucky noticed a small field off the side of the highway and took a sharp turn, pulling up besides it. He parked the bike as Iris stepped off, running her hand through her hair.
Iris stepped into the middle of the field, holding her arms out as she tilted her head to the surprisingly light sky. Her grin was wider than ever as she sat down, Bucky sitting next to her.
What Iris didn’t notice was what Bucky was hiding behind his back. A quick breeze flitted through the air and Iris heard a quiet click. As she turned around she saw Bucky holding a polaroid camera.
“Sorry, I should’ve asked.” Bucky put the camera down bashfully. “I bought this for you a while ago but I never really knew the right time to give it to you.” Bucky handed the camera to Iris as a small photograph came out the bottom.
Iris took the camera, shaking the photograph as a picture of her appeared, messy hair swept back by the breeze and a cheesy smile on her face.
“Thank you Bucky but God, I look like such a dork.” Iris laughed as she placed a small, short kiss on his lips.
“Let me see.” Bucky grabbed the photograph out of Iris’s hands before she could keep it from him.
“Hey, give it back!” Iris groaned as she attempted to take the picture back to no avail. Bucky used one hand to hold her back and another to keep the photograph far out of reach.
“Well I think you look like a cute dork and I’m keeping this photo.”
“Well then at least let’s have one of us together.” Iris smiled as she held the camera out in front on them. They both looked towards the camera. Iris leaned her head on Bucky’s shoulder before snapping a photo, pulling the camera in to check.
“Aw that’s nice.” Iris smiled as the photo developed. “We both look like dorks now.” Iris showed Bucky the photograph. Iris was smiling widely while he had some sort of mix between a smirk and smile plastered across his face. “I’m keeping this one.”
Iris tucked the small photo into her back pocket before laying back into the tall grass. As Bucky followed the leaves around them rustled and although it was just the wind, it took him a few seconds to calm down from the few jumpy seconds that followed each sound.
They lay there for who knew how long, just looking up at the sky. At some point Bucky had wrapped his arm around Iris, puling her closer. He turned to look at her only to see that she had fallen asleep.
“Hey Iris.” Bucky whispered. “Iris, it’s time to go home.”
“Hmmm?” Iris mumbled, her eyes fluttering open and shut. “I love you, Bucky.”
“I love you too angel.” Bucky chuckled. “But we should probably go.”
Bucky helped Iris up and led her sleepy form to the motorbike. On the way to the tower Bucky went much slower as to make sure Iris didn’t fall off. By the time they made it back the very beginnings of the morning sun were shimmering over the skyline.
“Let’s get you to bed.” Bucky parked the motorbike in the garage, leading Iris up into the tower and up to her room. He helped her into bed before beginning to leave the room.
“No, stay.” Iris muttered, reaching a hand out to Bucky.
“Whatever you say angel.” Bucky shook off his shoes before getting under the blankets besides Iris, wrapping his arm around her as they both dozed off.