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The shoot goes smoothly for most of the Iron Angels. Nikita had demanded that the name be changed from Stark to Iron Angels, and whatever she wanted was apparently never up for debate.

Bucky's in the dressing room along with the other guys when he sees a stack of magazines in the corner. Each and everyone has Goofy's face on them.

Natasha sees him staring and smacks his arm. "Stop looking at those."

"For one, ow. And two, why does it matter?" Bucky stands, picks up a magazine, and waves it in the air. "See? Nothing-"

"Hey, you found them!" Blue Eyes picks up a razor and cuts open another box, pulling out another magazine with his face on the glossy cover. "We've been looking everywhere for these things. They're pretty old considering we had another shoot today."

"When will the magazines go out?" Bucky asks, combing through the pages and finds an article on Goofy's supposed 'secrets'. Turns out, he used to take ballet before he switched to archery. Shocker.

"For this shoot? Maybe a couple of weeks."

Bucky snaps the mag closed and hands it back to Blue Eyes. "So we're free to leave?"

"Yup. But hey. All of the Stark- I mean Iron Angels, are heading out to eat at a restaurant. Want to join?" Over Blue Eyes' shoulder, Natasha nods furiously. "What are you looking at-?"

"Yeah," Bucky throws an arm around Blue Eyes' shoulder and leads him away. "Let's go."
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"I don't like this place," Priss whines, taking a sip from her wine. "The vibes aren't right."

"You say that about every place, babe," Coco sighs. "Just pick something on the menu."

"But I don't-"

"She'll have the chicken salad." Eva close the menu and hands it to the waiter.

Bucky observes as the Iron Angels interact with each other, becoming familiar with who tends to drift towards who and their personalities.

His analyzing is interrupted a sharp end of a heel jabs him in the shine. He doesn't make a noise as his eyes turn to Priss.

"Stop staring." She mouths with a snotty eye roll. Bucky sticks out his tongue, and maybe that wasn't the best idea, because she gasps.

"What is it now?" Eva groans.

"She probably found a nonexistent hair in her glass again," Rakell says, looking up from her phone and nods when she sees Priss holding the wine. "Yeah. Just ignore her."

"Why you-"

"We leave for five minutes," Haden mutters as she, Adina, and Grayson return from the restroom. "C'mon, Jeanette, stop acting like a Priss."

And that's the moment Bucky had decided to take a sir of his wine. He snorts, covers his mouth, and really tries to pretend like everyone isn't looking at him.

"What's so funny, Bucky?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing," He sticks out his tongue and pats it with a napkin. "Just one of those nonexistent hairs. They're just so annoying."

The whole table erupts into laughter, but Priss just shrinks back and glares.