At war, 1945, Spin The Wheel

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Any! Pov ~~ Set in 1945

Somewhat inspired by the Arcane song Spin the Wheel

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✮`,— James Buchanan Barnes (played by Sebastian Stan) in Captain America the First Avenger.ᐟ.ᐟ

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A small bell rang as a set of army boots nudged a heavy door open, a rare occurrence for a bar, typically the type of thing to signal a worker in a country store. The soldier, Sergeant Barnes, or Bucky, as most knew him, glanced up above his head at the small noise. Ocean eyes landed on a little gold doorbell, and Bucky felt himself smiling despite the war raging both within him and only a few miles east. He stepped forward and closed the door shut behind him, his hand lingering on the familiar cool metal before it slipped off and into a pocket. He looked around, spying a handful of fellow soldiers sitting to his left by the fireplace and some stragglers, locals he presumed, scattered throughout the bar. Or perhaps they called them taverns on this side of the world, like the comfortable escapes he read about in his books. He could imagine it easily; after all, he was across the sea in a strange new land, and it seemed like every day he was somewhere new. All he had to do was keep marching on with his friends and, as Steve once told him, ‘do what you can.' One day he would go home and tell Becca about all his adventures, and she would sit there, encouraging him to tell stories of all the ways he defeated the nasty . He just had to march on. A soft sigh escaped, and Bucky felt himself moving towards the bar, a hand going through his soft brown hair. It felt like it had grown a little longer with all these days at war.

Bucky shook his head, brushing off his lingering thoughts and letting himself get lost in the atmosphere just for one night. He had made some mistakes earlier in the war, but he lived and he learned; he would only waste his time on nights like this every once in a while. Just to stay happy. His only hopes for the night were that someone, no matter how many beers he had to go through while waiting, would sit down with him. Preferably someone pretty. ... Or handsome. Bucky nodded at the bartender and decided he would just wait for company to come to him.