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[ yelena is hard to miss with her turtleneck christmas sweater: bright red with tiny bells and embroidery of christmas lights all over it with some actual bulbs on there just to be extra flashy. (it's her first ever christmas party in two decades, cut her some slack. she is, at the very least, wearing a very nice, white silk midi skirt.)

she is seated at the bar with nat, a shot of vodka in one hand and an extra spicy bloody caesar in the other, when the crowd breaks into a loud cheer for danvers who outdrank the god of thunder in record time.

she celebrates their winning bets by clinking her shot glass with natasha's own, downing the vodka like it's water before demanding for another round of shots.

well. yelena was going to ask for more before a familiar silhouette appears in the corner of her eye and a familiar voice is shrieking right in her ear. nat sees this as her cue to exit, and she does so. promptly. with a chortle, no less, as she vanishes into the herd of swaying bodies on the dancefloor.

yelena swivels her chair around to face the man she practically had to strong-arm into attending this function with an overly-dramatic gasp. it's a little difficult for her to be serious when the bells on her sweater are jingling with every little movement. ]

Fanny is not just a dog, James. She is pretty much my daughter. [ she tries to sound offended, but there is a crack in her voice when she says his name. she is so full of shit and she knows it, so she tries her last hand at feigning innocence by sipping on her bloody caesar, sorry bucky. ] Who was the narc?

[ yelena's eyes shamelessly scan bucky from head to toe, as if she didn't do it already earlier, when she caught sight of him the first time twenty minutes ago from across the hall. she gives him her seal of approval in the form of one (1) firm nod and toasting his cracked glass. wait— ]

You clean up nice. Did your glass shatter just now when you hit that note?

[ bucky sends natasha’s departing back a betrayed hangdog look which can only be summarised as et tu, nat?? but then, startled, he glances down at the glass when yelena calls it out. ignoring her teasing question: ]

Sam let it slip. And “pretty much your daughter” ain’t the same as “is”. Man, I thought it was a weird name, but I’ve heard of people giving their pets human names like Josh or whatever.

[ he’s tall enough where yelena sitting on the stool evens out their heights and he can look her right in the eye, over that absurd sweater, her knee bumping into his thigh as he sidles up next to her. there’s a huffy air to him, all indignant ruffled feathers (and an undercurrent of lurking affronted amusement, too-aware of how ridiculous this entire situation is). bucky drains the last of his drink in its cracked glass, then sets it down on the bar beside them. ]

It was insane, I thought you were a single mother, like, raising a young girl while doing secret spy assassin shit —

[ yelena snorts as he expertly dodges her mocking him and rests her half-full glass next to bucky's empty one, if only to fish something out of her red sequin clutch (tacky, she knows) sitting on her lap. one might expect her phone, or an equally tacky dagger, but instead it is a tiny bottle of tabasco sauce. she's emptying the vial into her drink as they speak, cracking into the cheekiest, most self-satisfied grin. ]

Is Fanny that weird for a name? Maybe it's short for Francesca. [ it isn't. besides, who the hell names their dog josh? ] James—

[ she throws her head back in boisterous laughter, but it is nothing compared to the volume of the music or the people jeering behind them. the stool beneath her even twists on its own from just how hard she's laughing, her knees brushes against his thigh again in the process. ]

I am really flattered you thought I was capable of jugging a little girl while being in my line of work, but no. Fanny is my dog. My best girl! I'll introduce you after the Parker kid tires her out some more.

[ she plucks a straw out of the fancy straw dispenser, initially to stir her drink, but she's pointing it in bucky's direction. ]

Are you disappointed? I only ask because a massive birdy told me you're rather good with children.

[ jokingly batting the straw away from him, bucky finds himself examining that question from all angles, trying to untangle it. is he disappointed? he’s not quite sure what that mingled cocktail of feelings is, tight in his chest. he doesn’t especially trust himself around kids — too accustomed to being a weapon — but sam’s nephews and their friends have been doting on him, flocking to him in fascination, and he has fun joshing around with them. hmmmmmm. ]

Maybe a tiny bit disappointed ’cause I’m good with kids, yeah. [ then, his impish expression twinkling, ] Maybe a tiny bit relieved ’cause it’s complicated to ask out a single mom. Although I have faith we could make it work.

[ pivot, pivot, hey how about that abomination of a drink with tabasco sauce, he looks down at it rather than yelena’s face, ]

What the hell is that thing. Can I have one? Whatever you’re making.

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