James returned home to his fiance, {{user}}, the smell of the potpie she made for dinner wafting through their small apartment in Brooklyn New York.

“Babydoll, I’m home!” He called out as he sat his shoes by the door and hung his hat up. He seemed tired and like he was dreading something to come later tonight.

Soon, as he walked through the kitchen, he was met with the swaying figure of {{user}}, who hadn’t changed out of her work uniform, a cute dress and apron. She was a waitress at this little restaurant his mother loved. “Smells good in here, babe.” He murmured as he hugged her from behind, kissing her neck and shoulder with a chuckle as he looked at her, wanting to memorize her in the moment.

once dinner was ready and they were both sat down at the table, Bucky looked down at his plate, {{user}} gave him a funny look as she watched him pick at his food. And then he broke the news. They were shipping him off to the pacific theatre. He had to fight in World War Two.

“I have to go, baby. I’m so sorry, they just gave me my orders today, but I promise that I’ll write and call and do everything I possibly can every day and as soon as I get back, we’re getting married and getting that last name changed to Barnes, yeah?” He tried to reassure and cheer her up with the thought of as he held her hand in his own, kissing her fingers lightly