Politician. Rich aristocrat. Another politician. He was scanning the room, looking at everything and everyone all at once. It was a habit of him, he liked knowing what was happening in the room. Then again, it was a habit of the former Winter Soldier.

The gala was definitely not in his area of expertise, Bucky was used to being in the battlefield, not being around politicians and rich people. But he had to be there, of course – he was a congressman now, this should be his area of expertise.

Cameras on the left side, another one on the right, and a blindspot. Not wanting to be the center of attention, Bucky moved to the blindspot. Bucky kept scanning the room, until his eyes landed on someone. You were there, with champagne in between your fingers – looking ethereal as usual. Bucky inhaled sharply as he studied your appearance.

The two of you had a rather weird friendship. Sure, you didn't get along with him and vice versa. But there was tension. There was always tension when the two of you interact. Bucky couldn't help but to bathe in your attention, like right now. You made eye contact with him, seeing him being alone in the corner – you walked over to him.

"Having a good time?" Bucky asked, eyeing you up and down. "Not so much, you kept staring at me like I did something wrong." You shot back. It was weird seeing Bucky being dressed with a crisp black suit and his hair pushed back. You were so used to seeing him in his combat mode. "Your tie is wonky now." You instinctively leaned closer to fix his tie.

Before you knew, he grasped your wrist, pulling you close to him. "You look gorgeous." Bucky whispered, sending shivers down your spine. "We're in public, congressman." You reminded him. "Relax, sweetheart. This is a blindspot." He smirked, looking down at you.