Bucky & Nebula
Oh, there was that beautiful voice. She had no choice but accept that she was affected by it and by his presence. It was dangerous, letting herself feel, as he was a distraction and she knew she should be more focused on the mission.
"I think that is supposed to be the bride," she said, nodding in the general direction of where she'd last seen Dr. Foster and leaning into his embrace. "You look very good in a suit, if somewhat uncomfortable."
Nebula couldn't blame him. She wasn't used to dressing up like this and she felt like the pretender to a throne, especially with the hair and the jewelry.