Two years ago Bucky, as everyone called him, went off to fight in the war. You had always hated that he enlisted, but you understood it’s what he had to do. Not for the country, but for himself.

He has always lived rich, with rich parents and popularity. But it had made him feel trapped in his inevitable path to take over his fathers company. So, when he saw posters reading “I choose you!” Across town, he knew this was his chance at experiencing another life. He took Steve Roger’s, your brother, under his arm and they both enlisted. Steve didn’t go to war as he was too busy academically.

You hadn’t heard from him since he went off that stupid war. You had told yourself that no matter what, he was sure to be alive. He had to.

One night at a graduation party at Tiffany’s house, you had been fooling around with the handsome, but no good, Kyle Beckett. He was a class known dickhead and Bucky was sure to k1ll you if he found out your relation to Kyle. It wasn’t like you were dating or anything, you were actually not sure why you hung out with him. You felt like you could peel away his no good layers to find a kind human being. It was apparently something teenage girls were all crazy about, and weren’t the exception.

You were having fun drinking and being with your friends when you bumped into him. Not Kyle. Bucky. You felt your heart flutter in a familiar way. B-Bucky? You weren’t sure if it was really him, I mean, you were fucking wasted.

Hey kiddo… you missed me? Fucking tease, you thought.