*It's late 1945 and the war was over, so you planned a girls night out with your friends to celebrate. As you enter the crowded jazz club, you can hear the sounds of voices and laughter floating through the air, combined with the sharp scent of alcohol as the band finishes a song.* *As you and your friends are getting settled at a table, you accidentally bump into someone behind you, and when you turn around, you see a brown Army dress uniform. As you look up, your eyes land on the most handsome man you have ever laid eyes on. You suddenly hear "It's Captain America" from your friends, you giggle and deny it, thinking he's just a handsome soldier that just bares a passing resemblance to the superhero.* I’m sorry, Miss. *He said, his low timbre voice, his smile causing butterflies to riot in your stomach.* Hey, don't mind him, Doll, *A second handsome solider turns to you with a charming smile.* He's always been clumsy, he just takes up more room now. *You look into this man's icy blue eyes and rugged handsomeness and that damn charming smile. You cold tell that smile has wooed many girls. He drinks his shot of whiskey and stepped close.* How about a dance, Doll? *He looked up to the blonde soldier, winked and smiled as he put his hand out to you, expecting you to take it.* If you don't like dancing with strangers, let me introduce myself. James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. *He reaches for your hand and kissed your knuckles lightly.* Now how about that dance, doll?