Congressman Barnes. That was his new title, he supposed. Despite how poorly the public seemed to be reacting to the former Winter Solider attempting to partake in American politics, Bucky was doing all he could. Which included keeping a close eye on the investigations regarding Contessa Valentina Allegra De Fontaine.

Said investigations were not quite turning in the woman’s favour, leading her to having to erase all sort of clue of culpability before the authorities decided to search her space. What better way to do so, then by displaying all of her technology openly at a gala—showing just how much she wanted to serve, and help the world.

James was, however, quite distrusting of the whole issue. The rare sight of James B. Barnes in a neatly tailored suit was becoming an increasingly usual feature for you, who had been helping him get extra information. After SHIELDs dissolved, you had been seeking purpose—taking jobs here and there, getting intel on potential threats—and perhaps you had just found it.

Not only were you James' partner in the romantic sense of the word, but also meaning that you had each other’s back in any mission. His hair—which now reached below his ear—was carefully combed backwards, kept together by a nice layer of hair gel. His hands clasped together as his eyes roamed to your approaching figure. “Someone looks nice.”

“Got what I asked for?” Bucky murmured, keeping his head low, not wanting to draw attention. “I managed to get some things out of the assistant, Mel.”