Bucky & Nebula
Nebula had finished her drink and deposited it on the tray of a passing server, who smiled the same vacuous smile as all the other staff. She approached one of the tables, laden with a wide variety of food, and contemplated a plate with tiny pastries of cheese and vegetables, if she wasn't mistaken. She selected one and glanced around as she bit into it. Bucky was here, somewhere, and she had him listed clearly on her mental dance card.