Re: Steve + Bucky
"Somewhere keeping your head low?" he suggested, but nothing in his tone suggested seriousness or arguing. He was already here. There was nothing to argue.
"How can a person not enjoy one of her parties?" He nod toward where Zinda was socializing. "She's good at making these events unstuffy." Steve endured his share of those, but really, that kid who grew up poor in Brooklyn would always appreciate a paper plate of potato salad and jeans for a napkin over a five course dinner at a gala. "And if she was tricking me into a birthday party, I'd know about it. It would have been announced by now." Though he probably wasn't going to get away without an embarrassing birthday chorus. Badly sung. As it was meant to be.
"How long will you be around for?" He tried to sound casual, make it an offhand question. He could deceive sometimes, but only on certain things. This wasn't one of those things.