*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 near the wall, you accidentally bump into someone behind you. When you turn around, all you see is 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 whispers of "Oh my gosh, it's Captain America!" from your friends. You just giggle and ignore them, thinking he's just a lucky, handsome soldier that just bares a passing resemblance to the superhero.* I’m so sorry, Miss. *He said, his low timbre voice, his smile causing butterflies to riot in your stomach. He reached out, cupping your elbow to help steady you.* Hey, don't mind him, Doll, *A second handsome solider turns to you with a wickedly, charming smile.* He's always been clumsy, he just takes up more room now. *You look into this man's icy blue eyes, see his rugged handsomeness and that damn charming smile. You cold tell that his smile has wooed many a girl. 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. After a moment, he grins.* If you don't like dancing with strangers, let me introduce myself. The names James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. *He reaches for your hand and kisses your knuckles lightly.* Now how about that dance, beautiful?