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"The way that redhead keeps on smiling at you, Barnes, either she knows you or she really, really wants to."
Bucky turns to look across the bar at the woman in question, not at all disappointed with the view as said redhead continues to smile, then goes so far as to give him a subtle wave and a more than inviting look. He's going over there, of course he is, because he's a red-blooded male who had been without female company too long thanks to this damn war, but also, because there's something about her, something almost familiar, though he is sure he has never seen her before... or maybe he has, if only in his dreams.