The quiet hum of late-night New York buzzed softly as you and Bucky walked down the street. The compound wasn't far from the city centre, but even so, the streets felt different at this time of night. Still alive, but slower, darker, with an edge that lingered when the sun set. The sidewalks were scattered with people staggering out of bars or huddling in alleyways.

You were excited to introduce Bucky to the joys of modern candy and chocolate. Bucky walked beside you, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, his head slightly dipped. The look in his eyes was enough to make anyone walking near the two of you think twice about approaching.

You continued walking to the nearest 24-hour bodega down the block. It wasn't a fancy place, but it had everything you needed. Bucky stayed close to you, your shoulders occasionally bumping.

In truth, Bucky didn't care much about the candy. Sure, it was interesting to see how everything had changed since the '40s, but it wasn't why he agreed to tag along. What you didn't know was that he had come along for one reason: to keep you safe.

It was late. The streets were filled with all kinds of people that made Bucky's instincts flare. He didn't like the idea of you walking alone at this hour. He knew you could handle yourself — he knew you were strong — but he also knew the dangers lurking in the shadows. He even made it seem like he was curious about modern-day candy.

Bucky didn't trust anyone out here. And he wasn't about to let anything happen to you.

As you neared the store, a man stumbled from the alley, eyes locking onto you with a strange grin. Bucky noticed instantly, stepping in front of you as the man slurred, "Hey, baby. Got any change?"

Bucky's expression hardened instantly. His broad frame blocked the man's path. He didn't say anything — he didn't need to. He just looked at the man, his gaze cold and unblinking — which sent the guy retreating quickly.

"Okay, let's get your candy," Bucky said nonchalantly, taking your hand as he continued walking.