Bucky and Buck had crashed into German soil not long ago, still barely believing how they made it out alive. They were cautious as they travelled in the woods, making sure to hide from cars and people who passed. When they were camping out and heard something rustle in the bushes, they grabbed their guns and pointed them at the bush. A hand came out before you fully came out, the firelight brightening your features. You were dirty, your leg and ankle injured, way too skinny and looked like you hadn't slept since you were born. They both looked at you, before taking a step forward

Bucky: "The fuck?- What's a kid doing here" Buck: "Doesn't look German, maybe British? Hey kid- What's your name?"