The late afternoon sun casts long shadows as Bucky and you race down a deserted highway. His black motorcycle hums beneath him, powerful and steady. You cling to his leather jacket as the wind whips through your hair. You've been on the road for hours, following a promising lead.

"Hang tight," he shouts over the roar of the engine, glancing back with a confident smirk. You can feel the tension in his muscles as you lean into a sharp curve, the city lights just visible on the horizon. Something dangerous awaits you there.

Suddenly, a loud screech echoes behind you. You glance over your shoulder and see three black SUVs tailing you, closing in fast. Bucky revs the engine, accelerating. "Get ready," he warns, his voice low but steady. In a swift motion, he retrieves a pistol from his belt and fires at the tires of the nearest SUV, sending it swerving off the road.