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[yourbestguysgun]

[ The room is a bar.

It's old - peeling posters and dusty glasses against the walls - and the only two souls inside are the soldier sitting on a stool and the bartender who's face is obscured by shadow. Rows of doors are lined up on the other side of the room and occasionally the bartender takes a halting step towards it, dragging his leg slightly. There's a gun on the counter and the filled tumbler in Bucky's hands is red in the dull light.

Every beat or two and the room shakes with the sound of an explosion and he doesn't look up, doesn't flinch, but his hand moves to the gun beside him, fingers dragging along the barrel. ]

( ooc: so i figure this can be as surreal and strange as we want it, and i'm pretty happy to go along any route. come dream hop. make him go through a door etc. )

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Too bad.

[yourbestguysgun]

Don't you need to ask first?

[unflagging]

Ask?

[yourbestguysgun]

It's my dream, ain't it?

[unflagging]

And when has anything in a dream done as you have bid it?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Fair enough. ]

How come you've been able to get in?

[unflagging]

[He shrugs, casual as anything, and grinning.]

I just walked through the door.

[yourbestguysgun]

Maybe you should walk back out of it.

[unflagging]

I could walk through any of these doors, really. What could you do to stop me?

[yourbestguysgun]

I could shoot you.

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Think it'd work?

[yourbestguysgun]

Dunno. Guess I'd have to find out.

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[Honest to goodness, he rolls his eyes.]

Don't. I'd rather not have to deal with all that. I'll show myself out if that's what it's come to.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Good. He crosses his arms and watches the man. ]

Don't let it hit you on the way out.

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[He flips up the hood of his jacket, turns on his heel, and sidles to the door. In all honesty (if he can be honest, which is questionable), he would have rather doubled back and chosen a different door entirely. Just for the laughs. Just for the fun of it. But so these things go.

He reaches the door, pushes it open again, proceeds to transform into a crow, and flies away.

Because these kinds of things happen in dreams, don't they?]