1942 and Beyond chapter 3

Hey people, I'm sorry it took so long! I couldn't think of how to continue from that point, but I think I've got it now :P I'm so excited with my ideas for this story, I just hope my sucky writing doesn't make it too horrible. I love writing but I know I'm not very good at it, all I can do is try to get better. Sorry for the short chapter, I wrote it last night right before bed, and needed to go to sleep and that seemed like a good place to stop. More will definitely be coming soon! Reviews are welcomed and appreciated, tell me if it sucks, tell me if you love it. Thank you if you took the time to read my little story, though I'm hoping it won't stay so little for long. :P Once again, gracias and hope you enjoy. :)

Bucky had suggested a tour around, but they had soon discovered that a tour around a little American village wasn't that interesting, so Clara suggested dinner at the café and a movie. Diner was a time filled with flirting and talking and laughing, Clara was having an immensely good time, Bucky hadn't changed much in the past (or future) three years, though he had definitely matured a little. As they kept talking, the sun moved lower and lower in the sky, until it was the last rays of sunlight shining in the sky.

Clara and Bucky had talked about books and music, work and history, about food and pet peeves. She had learned that he was 18, and she had fibbed that she was the same, and he believed her. Apparently she looked younger than she was. She was relieved to know that it meant her Bucky, as she had started to call the future Bucky, was only two years younger than her.

One thing that hadn't been brought up was the war. Anytime the topic had strayed too close to the war, Bucky would go silent for a moment, and then would switch to another topic. Clara noticed it but didn't push it, until after the sun had completely set.

"Bucky?"

"Yes Miss Connie?" Bucky asked.

"Are you going to join the war? Is that why you avoid the subject? Because you think it will push me away?"

Bucky frowned and shifted in his seat, obviously uncomfortable with the topic. "I...no...well...yes, I am going to join the army." He sighed, folding his hands on the table and staring at them intently. "But only in one month. And no, I didn't not talk about it because I thought it would push you away, I didn't not talk about it because...well...because it's not something I enjoy talking about. When I signed up I thought my best friend, Steve, would be there with me, the two of us side by side, watching out for each other like it always has been. But then he was turned down by the army, and I was accepted. Now I won't be able to look after him and I will be heading over by myself, which isn't what I had planned on. I try to make it seem like not a big deal around him, like it is keeping him safe and that is good, but I really wish it could have been the two of us like always, I'm really gonna miss him."

Clara put her hands over his. "Bucky, you aren't leaving forever, someday the two of you will be back together and watching each other's backs. You two are, from the sounds of it, more than just best friends, you sound like you have become brothers. Of course, you are both going to want to have the other with you, but life isn't fair, but you both will be strong enough for this, and you'll friendship will only grow because of it."

Bucky looked up, hope in his eyes. "You think so?'

"I do." Clara nodded. "I really truly do."