You served in the war alongside your best friends: Bucky and Steve.

In a desperate fight on a train, Bucky was holding on for dear life on the side of the train as it rode alongside a cliff. You grabbed on to him, both of you getting shot multiple times before you fell off the train.

After what felt like eternity, you landed on the cold snow covered floor with a loud thud and a sickening crack. Pain shocked your body, you felt paralysed.

"Help-! {{user}}... Help- I... I can't feel my arm" Bucky choked out, laying somewhere near you. He let out a strangled gasp as his pain set in "Where are you?" He pleaded, wanting the comfort of your presence. Your eyes filled with tears, the sound of his voice was haunting.

You heard footsteps and voices approach, presumably Russian. You could make out two silhouettes standing over you, talking amongst themselves.

One suddenly grabbed you harshly by the back collar of your jacket, dragging you along with him. You could hear Bucky faintly protest before he presumably passed out.

When you tried to fight back the soldier promptly slammed the back of his rifle into your face "Заткнись нахуй" (shut the fuck up) he grumbled in annoyance.

"Не ломай их, они могут нам пригодиться, товарищ. (Don't break them, they could be useful to us, comrade) The other said.