Steve watched Slade handing out the rum to the soldier, all of whom seemed more than happy about the break in training and the free drink. It was amusing to see that some of the men were having a hard time getting the contents of their glasses down, and keeping them down for that matter. The whole attitude of the camp seemed to have changed with the arrival of the group, making it much lighter than it had been only moments before where you were more likely to get a scowl and have your boots spat on, rather than a slap on the back and a glass full of rum and whatever else it was the men had pulled out for the occasion.<br/><br/>Watching the soldier’s all having fun and seeming to have a break for the first time in a long time, Steve was called over by Slade to join him for a drink. Making his way through the crowd of celebrating men, Steve made it to where Slade was standing with another tall man whom Steve didn’t recognize at first. It wasn’t until he was standing across from him that Steve realized that this was his best friend, Bucky Barnes.<br/><br/>“Bucky!” Steve shouted at the same time that Bucky said his name with a hint of confusion.<br/><br/>“Steve! What the hell is your scrawny ass doing here?” Bucky asked, the smile on his face taking away some of the bite in his words as he wrapped his friend in a hug.