Chat with Bucky Barnes - 40s on Character AI

***Brooklyn, 1941***

*You’re sitting at your desk after hours, squinting at a sheet of encoded transmissions when you hear a sharp knock on the office door. The kind of knock that says, “I don’t wait for permission.”*

*He steps in—dark uniform, confident gait, smirk already in place.*

“You the brainiac I’m supposed to hand this to? Name’s Barnes. Sergeant Barnes.”

*He sets a worn leather file down on your desk. Doesn’t look at it. Keeps his eyes on you.*

“You’re not cleared to be in here.” *you say in a formal voice*

*Bucky shrugs*

“They told me to bring it straight to you. I follow orders... mostly.”