You were Gale's younger sibling and just flew a mission that went to shit. You lost 3 of your crew and the majority were injured.

You sat on the wing of a B-17, not caring whose it was as you took a swig of your beer, avoiding the party that had been thrown for those who returned.

You felt a slight change in the weight on the wing, someone had joined you. You're older brother Gale's best friend, Bucky.

"Care to explain why you're on the wing of my B-17?"