"How drunk are you?" Bucky asked quietly as he got you back to your seat for the end of the ceremony during a commercial break and Harry watched you with amusement, "On a scale of one to ten."
"Like a three, Buckstabber," You rolled your eyes, plopping down in your chair and then you leaned towards Harry, whispering louder than you meant to when you added, "It's closer to an eight, you feel me, rainbow bear?"
He let out a surprised laugh, and Bucky grunted something you didn't catch before he left again.
"Are you going to the after party?" Harry asked you a moment later and you were shaking your head before he even finished, but then you considered it.
"Maybe, but not for long because I wanna get home to my lady."
He raised his eyebrows, "You have a lady?"
"Maybe," You shrugged, "Hope so," And then as an afterthought that you were ninety percent sure was only in your head, you added, "I mean, what's the point of going to a party when the one I want to be around won't be there? Feels like a waste of time. I miss her already."
The rest of the ceremony went by like a breeze, you poked your statue's lack of junk area and posed for some more pictures with it, licking the side and such – you had to be yourself – but by the very end where most were already heading off to the Vanity Fair party, you hung back, hoping to catch Bucky's attention.
"Yeah, boss?"
You furrowed your eyebrows as the brunette came to your side, "I didn't call you."
"You said you wanted my attention," He looked equally confused, "I've been at your table all night, did you seriously not notice?"
"Did you seriously date Natasha?" You shot back without thinking and he looked taken back before laughing.
"For an undercover job one time forever ago – but besides that, no. Both been gay since before we met, why? She told you that?"
You narrowed your eyes, not quite believing him, "Maybe..."
He laughed again, your eyes so narrowed now they were near closed, "She was probably just trying to make you as jealous as she's been since you guys hooked up."
"We did what now?"
"Hey, I'm going to head out," Harry was speaking up, his sparkly suit untucked and his curls unruly, "Thought about what you said, and I think I'm going to fly back to England tonight, because why waste the time, yeah?" He had a slightly wild look in his eyes, and you were sure he was going to surprise someone close to him with the sudden change of plans, "Talk to you soon, alright? Want to hear all about your lady."
He winked at that, probably still a bit drunk, and you guys hugged before he disappeared, leaving Bucky's smug, smackable face with you.
"What. Bucky."
"Telling people you have a girlfriend already, boss? Romanoff's got you whipped, and she doesn't even know it yet."
"I don't know what you're talking about." You told him flatly, sloppily handing him your clutch, his empty flask, and your golden statue.
"Wha – fine," He huffed and then, "But it's funny that she doesn't want to dive headfirst into something with you because she's afraid she won't be enough in your world and here you are, acting like she's the only thing that matters in it."
"Profound, Buckmeister, very profound," You teased, looking around, "Okay, let's go home because all this talk just makes me miss her more, get me out of here before Johnny makes me do a pap walk outside the party."
