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The mellow dance hall had an old timey feel to it: wooden paneling, sweethearts dancing slowly with each other as the gentle music of a big band song played. Steph was standing to the side, searching over the slow moving couples to see if she could find...if she could find him. But something was off. She knew she wasn't in the 40s anymore. She knew that. She was wearing her new Captain America uniform. One that Coulson designed. Yet...yet the setting looked just like home. And there was hope in her chest that Bucky was just really late.

No. This was a dream. It had to be.

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"Oh! Well have you made many new friends?" she asked. Maybe if Morita was around...she could see if he could ask Ami to dance.

No, Ami was too pleased with herself to simply answer. "Didn't you see it yourself?" she pointed out. "I've met a lot of people."

"Oh." Steph felt teh blush creeping up on her neck. "I'm sorry. I thought. Uh..."

Ami made a small dismissive noise. Something about her smile suggested teasing, perhaps with a slight edge to it, but she was very definite about what she said.

"You were only thinking of finding that man."

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Another sheepish smile. "Yeah. He gets into trouble a lot." Though there was an odd feeling about this woman, now that Steph was closer.

Surely nothing more than Stephanie's mind playing tricks on her. Or maybe it's the fact Ami doesn't belong in this place, this era, or to anything else about this dream, a foreign element tipping Stephanie's mind off to its creation.

"You shouldn't think about only one thing like that," she advises. Still, if she were to spot him, she might point him towards Stephanie. Might.

"Oh I'm not...I'm not good at this kind of thing." Dancing. Flirting. It wasn't just the girl that tipped her off. But the fact that Steph was taller. She looked down at her clothes. Nearly everything else was...perfect. The smiles, the music.

Good. A lot of the worst things in Ami's world happened because of relationships between people who simply didn't let go - while the price was paid by everyone around them. But she's told herself not every relationship has to be like that, and she seemed to accept Stephanie's answer.

"So are you staying here, or going to look for him?"

"Maybe..." She hesitated a little. "Maybe I'll stay here and wait for him. He could just be late." She shuffled uneasily. At one point, she was small enough to cough and pretend she was sick and retreat back home but now...it wasn't the case.

"In my experience," Ami offered, "It's not worth waiting for someone who won't come." It was not that she doubted Bucky in specific; it was that she doubted nearly everyone in this way.

"If you're that eager to find him, you were right to keep looking instead."

"Perhaps I should," Steph replied. Something just felt off about the whole thing. And she shook her head, feeling a little dizzy. There were so many conflicting ideas.

"Or," Ami suggested, "Ask yourself where he'd be if he decided not to meet you."

She'd never known, herself, that when her comrades hadn't come to save her, they had been in battle themselves. She had assumed they simply didn't see her as worth coming for. Probably, she thinks, they'd been safe in their homes.

"He'd be here," Steph insisted. Bucky would never leave her like this. Not floundering on her own. Even if he had a date with him. But a loud blaring started to fill the entire room and the people began to disappear slowly.

"What the--?"

It might have been the idea of Bucky waiting, or waiting for Bucky, that was enough to start to rouse Ami from her sleep. Whatever it was, the blaring noise melded itself into the alarms and shrill birdsong of a spring morning as she faded from sight, too.

The entire scene began to fade rapidly and the loud klaxon became her alarm. "NO!"

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