I adjust my dress one last time before I show myself to the other women. They stare at me in awe as I feel the heat travel to my cheeks.

"You look amazing, Dee." Nat gushes, "Bucky will be swept off his feet."

"Don't forget Steve." Sharon snorts, "It's like you stepped out a 1940's fashion magazine."

I turn to Nat, "How did you even know to style my hair like this to match my dress?"

"Believe it or not, Steve taught me." The other women turn to her as well, "Being on the run for more than 9 months makes you get bored and do crazy things."

We all laugh as we start exiting my room. I linger around for a bit longer, looking at myself in th mirror. The baby blue color of the fabric is optimistic in times like these.

"Wow." I hear at the door opening as it snaps me back to reality.

I turn around to take in a Bucky in a black suit and tie. He looks so handsome, even though he's standing there frozen with his mouth wide open.

"Hey, Buck." I smile at him as he comes back to reality.

"You look amazing." He gushes.

I look down to mask my flushing cheeks as he walks towards me. His metal hand caresses my cheek, and I'm happy that he's using that hand. It only means that he's comfortable enough to use it completely for tender suggestions. I lean onto his hand as he leans towards me, but right before our lips touch, the door behind Bucky opens.

"Are you guys ready?" Sam smirks, knowing he's just ruined the moment.

"Yes." I groan, "Now get out, stupid."

"But we have to leave."

"We'll be there in a minute. Just take the others down already."

He laughs as he closes the door behind him. I turn back to Bucky as he wraps an arm around my waist. He pulls me closer to him and presses his lips onto mine. I smile into the kiss, giving up all control I have.

However, he doesn't take any advantage of the situation. He keeps it short and sweet, pulling back and smiling at me as if he knows how much I want him.

"We should go." He whispers huskily, "They might think wrongly of us."

I comb through his hair with my fingers as I tilt my head to the right.

"Let them think. I don't care." I whisper back.

I peck his lips again before letting him go to pull him downstairs with me. He laughs at my behaviour as we walk down the stairs and meet the group at the lobby of the building. It would've been normal if Sam hadn't wiggled his eyebrows and pulled me away from Bucky for a cross hearing.

"I just want a yes or no answer on the next question, because I don't need any details on the matter." He begins, "Have you and the old man- you know- I don't even want to say it."

I laugh at his disgusted face as he apparently pictures the things I might have done with Bucky, "Don't worry. I haven't done anything dirty with him yet."

"Yet?" He shrieks, "Addy, he's like a 100 years old."

"And still looking fine." I wink to his disgust, "We'll wear protection, Sammy bear."

"Oh, god. Oh, gross. My eyes." He closes them, causing him to almost bump into the glass door going out.

The black limousine in front of us is guarded by two armoured cars from the Russian embassy. Even though this group can perfectly protect themselves.

I get in after Bucky to make sure we sit close by. He smiles at me as he takes my hand in his and entwines our fingers.

It doesn't take long until we get at the Russian embassy where we get greeted like real stars. After all, we are somewhat the stars besides my uncle. Well, he's not really my uncle, just one of the diplomats my mom has worked with for years.

"We are going to the buffet." Steve grins as he takes the group and leaves me with Bucky.

"Come on." I pull him to a group of people, "I'll introduce you to my mom."

"Wait, what?" He stops, "Do you think that's a good idea?"

"Why not?"

"Because I'm a super-assassin...?"

"She doesn't care. Seriously, Bucky, are you scared of meeting my mom?"

He shrugs, "Maybe..."

"She wouldn't have let me go back to Wakanda if she didn't approve." I smile reassuringly.

We approach the group I was previously heading to. My mom is with her back turned to us, but Igor, the man I call my uncle, sees us approaching and excitedly starts waving our way. Mom turns around to see what's happening, and her smile immediately grows at the sight of us.

"Just relax." I whisper to Bucky, who's all tensed up, "It'll be all right."

"Addy!" My mom excitedly embraces me, "It's so good to see you."

"It's good to see you too, momma." I whisper to mask my cracking voice, "It has been too long."

"It sure has." She lets go of me and stares at Bucky, "Now, this is the infamous Sergeant Barnes?"

I smile, "Momma, meet Bucky. Bucky, meet my mom, Margareta Jones."

They greet each other as I turn around to greet the others.

"Happy birthday, Igor." I end my greetings in Russian with my uncle giving a peck on his cheek, "How has the party been so far?"

"Better, now that you are here with your friends." He laughs, "The children are loving the superheroes' attention."

He points to the children's corner where Steve and the others are almost throwing the children in the air. I smile, but I haven't noticed that Bucky is now standing next to me.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" He whispers as he puts his metal hand on the small on my back.

"They're people pleasers." I grin, "You should join them though. You would fit right in."

He squeezes my side, causing me to yelp out and laugh. I glance at him as he leans in and kisses me gently. I smile when our lips part, and he does the same. I glance over his shoulder to the crowd, and how no one even noticed us.

My eyes lock on one person across the room and I freeze. There's no way porssible that I'm seeing straight. It's like seeing a ghost. Oh, wait... it is seeing a ghost. That man is dead, right? There's no way he survived the fall. But he looks exactly like-

"Mitch.." I whisper.