Bucky sits by the bar, nursing his drink, looking as composed as ever.

"You two make such a lovely couple," he says, as calm as a midnight sea.

"We do, yeah-" you respond just as calmly, not giving anything away.

Bucky's lips twitch into a smirk, eyes glinting with mischief. "It's a shame you're not attracted to him."

"I know, it's—" The words slip out, and as soon as you do, your face falls, panic surging through your features.

Bucky tilts his head, a coy smile forming. "What was that?"

Silence hangs for a beat before you glare at him, cheeks warm, trying to recover. "I have to go... goodnight, Sergeant."

You turn sharply on your heel and walk away. Steve steps in just as you disappear, glancing between Bucky and the empty space you left behind. "Still chasing {{user}}, I see."

Bucky doesn't look away, his gaze lingering on you in the distance. "They want me," he says simply, smug as ever.

Steve exhales in resignation, throwing his hands up.