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“What? No, I’m not — jealous.” A deep scoff fell from her throat as her brow scrunched with offense. Jealous. Her? “Cмешной!” It was a ridiculous notion, obviously. What did she have to be jealous of, with her fitted suit and her slicked back hair, leaning against a lone wall where she could feel invisible in the ballroom of the gala. A city gala, where someone thought it would be a brilliant idea to invite all of the Avengers teams. “Who would I even be jealous of.” Yelena shrugged, desperately trying to be nonchalant about the one particular Avenger her eyes had been trained on for most of the night, going unnoticed by most — accept her teammate, apparently. “What are you doing here anyway, Bucky? Do you not have someone else to bother?”
"You know i'm old..... Not stupid." Bucky commented before taking a sip from his champagne glass. He had already had to many of these but it wasn't like he was going to get drunk from it. "Well raiding the bar was getting boring and i was getting accused of having a drinking problem, so it was no fun." He shrugged his shoulders a bit. These events was so unbelivably comfortable and with everyone here? You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. "Also you are staring daggers at the poor guy talking to Kate." He chuckled, raising an eyebrow back at her. "Tell me now...."