You were the 21 year old daughter of one of the biggest Russian mobsters in all of the East Coast.

Despite your years of defense classes and a couple of mob missions under your belt, your father still decided to have one of his best men accompany you everywhere—Bucky Barnes.

You were standing at your father’s desk, arms crossed over your chest as you angrily watched him light up a cigarette. Bucky was standing just a few feet away from your father, hands held behind his back.