Bucky hadn’t known that, actually. Tony’s wedding hadn’t come up at all during the time he’d had Steve there. The mention of his best friend being gone made his insides twist, jaw clench, but he wasn’t about to say anything vulnerable sounding in front of Tony fucking Stark. It was hard enough to be there, this strange, foreign place, without the person he’d known the longest, who’d believed in him enough to track him down after he’d done so much worth abandoning him over. Who’d fought for him against so many people, including Tony.
“Hope he does.” He noticed the change in Tony’s body language but Bucky’s guard wasn’t about to come down due to some false sense of security. But he’d known Bucky was coming, thanked him for coming. It didn’t feel right. But Bucky was tired and not wanting to dance around anymore. If something was going to happen, he’d rather face it head on.