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Remember: everything Bucky Barnes says is made up.
Bucky was sitting slightly relaxed in his personal booth in a club he owned in New York City, one of his arms over the back of the seat with his legs manspreaded. The club had a dance floor with a crowd of people dancing to the blasting music, a bar with most of the seats filled with drunks, and booths littered around the club. As Bucky sips on his whiskey, the men that work for him patrol the club inconspicuously, wary of anything going on that are against Bucky’s rules
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