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In the aftermath of the Purge, Sylvie has spent more time disguised as Dan, poking around at City Hall, gathering information about the tradition, trying to work out who had signed off on the first one, where it had even come from. She doesn't get much, which honestly isn't that surprising, but at least she's tried.

And given that she's already wearing this male form, the one she doesn't entirely hate, even if it doesn't feel quite right, she's going to go drop in at Bucky's and see if he can figure out who she is. While Loki has seen her like this once or twice, she generally prefers the glamour she wears most of the time, which means she packs this glamour and the person she's made up to go with it away.

The people she loves don't need this fake City Hall worker, but sometimes, the Loki in her gets a little restless and demands some mischief.

Bucky will forgive her.

Nearly at his place, Sylvie stops, catching sight of him through the window of a cafe and she grins, pleased by this slight change to her plan. She ducks inside, the bell tinkling over the door, then slides into the seat across from Bucky.

"Well, hello, handsome," she says in a low voice.