A party is indeed a party, and Carol has the same idea as he does- hang back and watch the ensuing chaos that may or may not happen. He got himself a cup of that weird blue drink that’s at least palatable.

Yeah, definitely palatable. It’s not vodka, but hey. Kidnapped people couldn’t be choosers.

He happens to lock eyes with Carol, a woman he’s never seen before, but holds herself with authority. Bucky offers her a nod.

“I get what they were trying to do, but it feels creepy, right?”