Bucky & Nebula
"Well, the bride is real pretty too," Bucky agreed - it was true, Jane was lovely. Her dress was perfect and she seemed happy, which was important. They were friends, he wanted her to be happy - to have this.
He didn't think marriage was in the cards for him personally (he was too hunted, too damaged, too haunted), but you never could tell, he supposed.
A hand lifted to adjust the knot on his tie, and his grin turned into something of a smirk. "Thanks though. I am pretty uncomfortable - just counting down the minutes until we can leave. Even if I'll miss having to sneak to your room."
That had been fun. Kind of like a stealth mission.