"You too, Steve," she tells him, and stretches up to kiss his cheek. "Good night."

He gives her a smile and a wave and makes his way to the door, whistling some old tune as he heads out into the hall, and then it's just the two of them left. The garden room is dimly lit by some warm flickering lights she can't quite see, and it almost feels like they're surrounded by fireflies. She turns to Bucky, simple happiness written clearly across her features before she steps in to put her arms around his neck, leaning back to look up into his face.

"Hey, good looking," she says, and grins. "Wanna get out of here?"