[This kind of party is not Bucky's scene at all. He's not into large crowds or loud noises or blasting technopop dance music, or glitter or sequins or frankly anything bright colored that isn't his shield. What he does love, though? Food trucks. The more off-the-wall, the better. He's not dressed up for carnivale, sticking to his usual jeans and a light t-shirt, figuring his left arm can just be shiny enough for them, wandering the streets and checking out the various carts and stalls.
He sees a couple of people grabbing a woman's arm, trying to coax her into joining them, and she looks about how he feels when the crowds get rowdy. He calls out over the crowd, waving a shiny arm,] Hey! There you are! [Bucky is acting before he can even really think about it, making his way over with an easy smile that feels faker than it looks.]
Sorry boys and girls, the lady and I have plans already. Have fun, happy Carnivale. [He shoos them away, leaning in to whisper to Chloe,] Just go with it.
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He sees a couple of people grabbing a woman's arm, trying to coax her into joining them, and she looks about how he feels when the crowds get rowdy. He calls out over the crowd, waving a shiny arm,] Hey! There you are! [Bucky is acting before he can even really think about it, making his way over with an easy smile that feels faker than it looks.]
Sorry boys and girls, the lady and I have plans already. Have fun, happy Carnivale. [He shoos them away, leaning in to whisper to Chloe,] Just go with it.