[ Everyone around them seems so happy. There's a tinge of desperation to the mood, of course, but the couples who get served before they do seem overjoyed by their new marital status, and Stephanie is both pleased for them and oddly wistful. There was always a little part of her that hoped she'd be able to have that sort of happiness someday, that euphoric joy that comes with loving someone unconditionally and being loved in return.
She loves Bucky, she really does. He's her best and her oldest friend, and if she were ever honest with herself, she'd admit that perhaps she would have wanted more from him.
This is not quite the way she considered she'd go about getting it. ]
Reckless. [ She pulls one hand out of her pocket and slides her arm around his waist in return, figuring if she could get away with it at any time, this would be it. She wants to remember how he feels in this momenet, strong and healthy and alive. There's no guarantee she'll get to see him like this again.
She lifts her chin to grin up at him, hiding her nerves with a self-deprecating joke. ] You're marrying me, after all.
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She loves Bucky, she really does. He's her best and her oldest friend, and if she were ever honest with herself, she'd admit that perhaps she would have wanted more from him.
This is not quite the way she considered she'd go about getting it. ]
Reckless. [ She pulls one hand out of her pocket and slides her arm around his waist in return, figuring if she could get away with it at any time, this would be it. She wants to remember how he feels in this momenet, strong and healthy and alive. There's no guarantee she'll get to see him like this again.
She lifts her chin to grin up at him, hiding her nerves with a self-deprecating joke. ] You're marrying me, after all.