Bucky loves playing cards, but he can never get anyone to play with him very long. He wins enough that everyone figures he must be cheating. He says he doesn't, but Steve was always the one who was good at making other people believe in him.

So he's heard that this tavern has game going, some nights, and it's not like these places aren't familiar to him. He'd sharped poker in rainy ditches and under old roofs dusted with soot. The laughter stays the same, even if the rules (and the cards) move around.

He's wearing his dumb beanie when he walks into the bar, ordering a drink before trying to work his way into the game.