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[revlon]

Who: Peggy Carter (revlon), Steve Rogers (starspangle) & Various
What: The wedding!
When: Dec 1
Where: Thesa Station
Warning(s): N/A

[ To anyone who knows Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter, this wedding has been a long time coming — almost too long. So perhaps it isn't surprising at all that once they finally got engaged, the ceremony fell into place fairly quickly. Neither of them are ones for much fuss so they've decided to have it up on the station so friends and guests can attend no matter where on the island they live. And while the exhibition hall on Thesa isn't the English countryside or a church in New York City, this day is still uniquely theirs and intrinsically tied to the life they've made here.

It's an intimate late afternoon ceremony with wide windows overlooking the vastness of space and its twinkling stars. Steve, in a sharp suit one might recognise from last December's holiday gala, has Bucky Barnes as his best man and Claire Fraser is there for Peggy as matron of honour — the first friend she made in this new world. With so many absent friends, the bride decides to walk herself down the short aisle and the wedding gown is an understated, elegant affair in satin with a touch of beaded lace, expertly tailored by Claire's own hands. When the bride and groom meet, Captain Kirk begins:

"Since the days of the first wooden vessels, all ship's masters have had one happy privilege. That of uniting two people in the bonds of matrimony. And so we are gathered here today with you, Margaret Elizabeth Carter, and you, Steven Grant Rogers, in the sight of your fellows..."

And once they are pronounced Mr and Mrs Rogers, the party can officially begin! There's a hodgepodge dinner buffet courtesy of the mess hall (and cake later, of course) so perhaps you're trying to decide where to start first; or maybe you've forgone the food for the self-service bar with wine, whiskey, and beer. (Champagne for the toast!) If tipple isn't to your tastes, then maybe the dancing is — it isn't big band swing music, but it's close enough, and you're attending the wedding of some golden oldies from the 1940s so there's sure to be someone cutting a rug. Or maybe you're taking a breather from all that and taking in the view of the stars and the planet below.

Whatever your fancy, mingle and enjoy! ]

Comments

[lednikovyy]

"And I'm sure she didn't come with you because she hates spending time with you, either." Bucky laughs. "At least that wasn't what they used to do back in the stone age."

[deadthenred]

"You're not that old," he responds, flatly.

[lednikovyy]

"For some reason a century feels pretty fuckin' old." Not that Bucky's feeling any of that physically, but mentally? He feels like he's lived several lifetimes. Still, he's doing his best to have a sense of humor about it. What else is he going to do?

[deadthenred]

He thinks of the cake Natasha got for him, the last time he actually celebrated his birthday. The one with all the candles.

"Fine. I'm not that old."

[lednikovyy]

"That's the spirit!" A laugh, genuine and a lot lighter than the conversation had been getting for a while. "Prove that your junk still works."

[deadthenred]

"I didn't know that was a question." He looks up at the other Bucky, then looks back to his empty glass, eyebrows only raised a little.

[lednikovyy]

"It was definitely a question. Do you want the answer?" Now he's laughing harder. This is really too good.

[deadthenred]

"Is this a knock-knock joke? Hey, if you've got it, tell me." It's a valiant struggle, keeping a straight face, but he manages.

[lednikovyy]

The words come out through the laughter that he can't quite kill. He's in a good mood for the first time in a long time. Sue him. "Could've been a fluke. Needs more testing." And that's all he's going to say on that topic. A guy doesn't hook up in the woods like a teenager and tell, right?

[deadthenred]

"Oh." That wasn't the answer he was expecting, and for a moment that surprise writes itself on his face. Then he raises an eyebrow.

"You're right," he says, with a sage affect. "It could've been a fluke."

[lednikovyy]

"Right? So I'll need to test it for science." Really not a plan he's going to follow through on, but it's harmless to joke. "I'll get back to you on the results. I assume you're the most invested in this after me and maybe whoever helps me conduct my research."

Maybe.

[deadthenred]

Bucky is likewise too much of a gentleman to kiss and tell. He wants to keep it delicate.

"I wouldn't worry about it too much," he responds, while looking at his empty glass like it's suddenly the most interesting thing he's ever seen. He used to live with Natasha, and then there was Ventolin, which hadn't lasted, maybe couldn't last. But it'd been nice while it did.

[lednikovyy]

"I honestly wasn't too worried. There's more important things in life." Like his freedom, having Steve back, having Peggy alive... all of those things mean a hell of a lot more than whatever poor excuse for a sex life he'd scrounge up here, anyway. He just likes feeling like a human being with friends.

Friends and a bizarre alternate version of himself who is honestly a pretty decent guy.

[deadthenred]

"Yeah. There are." He hears all the stuff the other Bucky doesn't say. It's hard to disagree with that at a shindig like this. He even has Natasha here, with him. If this is really the end of the world… well, at least it's a life.

But he can't say any of that. He doesn't have the words. So, this is what he does say. "You oughta shave more, you know."

[lednikovyy]

Bucky just laughs. "Yeah, probably." And what goes unsaid is that he doesn't take great care of himself now and he knows it. It's not like he's not clean enough, but a lot of cosmetic grooming falls to the wayside now and it's all stuff he'd thought of as a daily necessity before the war. He can't be that man anymore, but shaving for this had felt nice, like he can't be that Bucky Barnes, but he's still a Bucky Barnes.

"I'm not cutting my hair, though."

[deadthenred]

"I go back and forth on it." He'd let it grow out, for a while, then cut it off again. That's the thing about taking care of yourself: you don't stay taken care of. "They don't make my old pomade anymore."

[lednikovyy]

"Pretty sure hair like that would stick out like a sore thumb, anyway." Bucky had seen some kids around with retro styles in Europe, but he'd found that his long hair was much less of a statement and now he's pretty attached to what he looks like in he mirror with it.

"Unless you wanna stick out. Works for some people."

[deadthenred]

He could paint a big red white and blue target on himself. That would help him stick out. But no, what he learned from that experience— one of the things he'd learned from that experience— was that the shadows felt more familiar.

"With a face like mine? I don't got a choice."

[lednikovyy]

"Touche." Bucky laughs. He's sure he's said something similar to Peggy recently, himself. "You're going to need to cover up that mug if you want to fly under the radar. Otherwise people might think you're a model."

[deadthenred]

"I left my mask at home." For whatever reason, a simple domino mask always seemed to render him completely unrecognizable to just about everyone. "I guess I'll just have to live with it." These are the burdens he carries.