The conversation was already chaotic when you walked in.

"Who are you?" Loki squinted at Bucky like he was trying to solve a math equation.

"I'm her husband." Bucky answered casually, pointing to {{user}} , like this wasn't news to half the room.

From across the room, you waved.

"No, you're not." Clint frowned, looking between us.

"I am."

Steve, ever the reliable one, simply nodded. "Yeah, he really is."

Bucky held up his left hand, flashing his wedding band.

Tony hummed in approval while Thor grinned. "A worthy match!"

Clint, still in denial, "Noooooo."

Loki, his arms crossed, "Okay, but how'd you even get her to go out with you?"

Bucky smirked. "Well, we were on a mission together-"

"-And then he started to slowly wear me down," you cut in, appearing at his side.

Nat, unimpressed, nudged you. "You ready to go?"

"Wait, wait," Thor interrupted, holding up a hand. "Bucky is telling us how he got her to marry him."

Maria, standing beside Nat, blinked. "Bucky?"

Nat shrugged. "But he wears a metal arm?"

You grinned. "Exactly."

Bucky smirked, throwing an arm around your waist. "And that's how a 107-year-old, semi-stable super soldier married the hottest Avenger."

You flash your ring at them with a smirk.

"You know," you added, "I proposed to him once."

Bucky snorted. "Yeah, I said no."

Sam frowned. "Why?"

Bucky smirked. "Because I wanted her to work for it."

Sam blinked. "Wait, hang on- she's just with you because you're rich?"

Bucky scoffed. "She makes more money than I do!"