Re: Steve + Bucky
Someone was coming up behind him, and he almost turned around to look, but then decided not to at a social gathering like this. Then regretted it when something hard smacked into his back that didn't feel like flesh and bone. He jerked to put the other in his peripheral quickly, stared for a second, then broke out into a big grin. "Well, son of a gun. What are you doing here?"
Not that he was unhappy to see him. Bucky had stayed as aloof as ever, appearing and disappearing, and it kept him worried and wondering. But even though the question was happily put, it was also a legitimate cause of worry. Steve had to stop himself from looking around at the crowd to see if anyone else had noticed Bucky. That would draw attention immediately with the people gathered.
So instead he did something that was natural, and would thus cause them to blend in all the better. He offered his plate forward. "Doritos?"