Bucky and Lydia
Lydia had been talked into attending this by two men, both way off the market. Mr. Stark had bribed her with a shopping trip for a new gown, and her flirting companion had said he'd make sure she had a good time.
Normally, she wouldn't have done something like this solo, or even escorted by a guy who wasn't interested in her, but this seemed safe. Uncomplicated. And that was exactly what Lydia wanted right now. Uncomplicated.
Still, it was on the shier side of things that she drifted through the reception looking for someone in Army dress greens. Her hair was pulled up into a stylish bun, her makeup was impeccable and the new dress fit perfectly.
Finally she spotted him, and with a tilt of her head she stepped up quietly behind Bucky. "What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?"