Dmitri Hart's POV
Nurse Barnes walks up to the table, filling the gap between me and another soldier.
"What are you all playing?" she asks us.
A chorus of "Texas Hold'em" rises from the group.
"Lovely. Deal me in the next round. I'm gonna grab chips from the counter."
"Don't worry about it," I say, splitting my tall pile in half, "You can take these."
"Thank you, Mr. Hart," she says softly before pulling a chair into the place she had just been standing.
She wins the first round then I win the second. The two of us go on winning streaks, being pretty much the only ones to do well.
"Hey, Barnes, have you heard there's another Barnes around here?"
"Around here or in troop 107?"
"107"
She chuckles, "Yeah, yeah I know him."
"Personally?"
"James Buchanan Barnes, troop 107. Born March 10th, 1917, age 26. Father: George Barnes, blood type: O. Number 32557038 "
"How do you know all that?" I ask.
"Because most of my info is the same," she slips off her dog tag and hands it to me, reciting information, "Eleanor B Barnes, troop 120, Born February 14th, 1927, age 18. Father: George Barnes, blood type: O. Number: N734987."
"You're family," I murmur, my mind trying to fill in the gaps.
"He's my big brother. He's the man who taught me how to read and write, how to shuffle cards, to gamble . . . one of the two people I will protect at all costs."
"Two, Miss?" another soldier interjects.
"Yes, soldier. Two."
In the tenth round, my cards are absolute garbage, so I fold before I lose any more money than I did to call the blind. Apparently, I'm not the only one in this situation, because everyone folds except for Nurse Barnes and Hardge, the soldier Agent Carter clocked on the first day.
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The Last Barnes
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