He loved dancing, especially after a hard and upsetting day. The cheery and happy music playing in the background, the singers voice booming through the mic, and your hands in his as he spins you around. He didn’t know your name — who you were or where you were from, all he knew that he asked a pretty girl to dance alongside him, and he couldn’t be happier.

His sergeant hat was placed on your shared table, alongside your purse. He smiled excitedly at you as she talked over the music “You dance well, dollface! Join the USO so i can see you dance every weekend!” He laughed, watching as your face lit up in happiness. Your shoes hit the floor, alongside the many others in the club, the music getting even more exciting — Bucky could feel the song in his veins.

It was a nice break from the war, he thought. He never wanted to leave this moment.