The night in Brooklyn hung thick with humidity, the air heavy and still, as if holding its breath. You and Bucky walked hand in hand down a quiet street, the yellow glow of streetlights pooling on the wet pavement from the earlier drizzle. Above, the sky was an ominous shade of gray, darker clouds swirling in the distance, like the belly of some great beast stirring.

The wind began to pick up, whipping through the trees and sending a chill through the air, rustling the leaves with a soft, restless murmur. Far in the distance, a low rumble of thunder rolled across the horizon, its echo bouncing off the brick buildings. Bucky tried to urge you to walk a little faster, the clack of your heels echoing in the damp air.

"We're about to get soaked if we don't get back to the apartment in the next few minutes..." Bucky warned.

The storm was coming. You could feel it in the charged air, the pressure building like the quiet before an explosion. A sudden gust sent a few stray papers fluttering down the street, the first signs of something more to come. "Take your shoes off." Bucky paused for a moment as a shiver of lightning cracked through the sky, briefly illuminating the neighborhood in a flash of white, followed by another distant growl of thunder.

"I'm fine." You insisted, trying to walk a little faster. "I can see that they're hurting, just take them off. You're slowing us down." Bucky's eyes flicked to sky behind you. "Hmmmmm.... no." you quipped stubbornly. The storm seemed to be chasing you, the wind gusting harder now. There was a soft patter of rain beginning to fall, each drop a prelude to what was sure to be a downpour.

"{{user}}?" Bucky turned to you. "I said I'm fi-" You insisted, but Bucky wasn't having it. He gripped your wrist and tugged you toward him, throwing you over his shoulder in one smooth motion. "Wait... what are you doing? BUCKY!" You yelped as he started to walk quickly.

"I warned you." Bucky smirked as he slapped your as$. Using his super soldier speed, he tried to outrun the storm.