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In three months, Bucky's managed to get back to where he belongs once. It wasn't for very long -- thirty minutes, if that -- but he returned to the Nexus with a hole through his shoulder and a bloodied uniform, courtesy of an overeager Nazi who couldn't wait for Bucky to get a gun back in his hand before firing.

He's been loathe to go anywhere without a weapon on him since, though the docs in the Clinic weren't too happy when they realized he'd pilfered one of their scalpels after his first visit. (He returned it long enough to steal it again. He was smarter about it the second time, but isn't that how these things always go?) His shoulder's still bugging him even weeks later, but having been given the all-clear to take off the silly looking sling they'd had him in that morning, he's not about to complain. Besides, he's got business to attend to and a door to find.

Anywhere else, and this'd be easy. The door that had taken him back to the war was plain and unmarked, down in the basement near the bowling alley. After poking around all morning, however, he's forced to come to the conclusion that the darn thing just isn't there anymore. Every door he's opened so far has led to some place normal -- or as normal as this place gets. Growing hungry, he swings by one of the kitchens and picks up some grub from a cook who's sweet on him before heading back to the bowling alley. He's never really played before, and if he looks at it the right way, he can justify it as more rehab for his shoulder instead of just killing time.