"You know, the Bucky I remember wouldn't have hesitated about asking a girl to dance." Steve offered, shoulder to shoulder with his oldest friend. The pair of century-old Midgardian's had mastered the art of spotlight avoidance for most of the evening.
"Yeah, well the Steve I remember was gettin' beat up in the alleys behind movie theaters for running his fat mouth." Bucky reminded the slightly taller blond man and hoped he'd take the hint and shut up.
"Still the same, Steve." Captain America confirmed, "I just don't need you to fight as many of my battles these days."
"Since when?" The White Wolf questioned with a chuckle that didn't get too far out of control. "Just not that guy anymore. Too much baggage." Bucky added with his eyes focused on his warm, only half-finished drink.
Steve smirked, but had none of Bucky's explanation. "Would you go talk to the princess if I distracted T'Challa?"
"Oh my God, yes." Bucky shared and he'd made eye contact with Steve to make sure Captain America wasn't joking.
"Copy." Steve answered immediately and coursed a direct route toward the King of Wakanda. "T'Challa!" Captain America's arms signaled to the monarch that he was on the way.
With some cover, Bucky quietly moved around some wedding guests to where the Shuri had decided to momentarily stop. "Princess," he greeted her with a nod, then tried to remember that old Bucky that Steve had referenced a few minutes ago. It was a struggle,. "I just wanted to..." Don't say anything in Russian, Bucky willed himself to keep his shit together. "Say you look lovely tonight and I hope you're having a good time..." He ended his statement with a smile he hoped didn't come off as awkward. Then realized he should have brought her a new drink. Damn, he used to be good at this.