You’re crammed in a dark, cold truck with a group of strangers, all terrified and confused. The truck jolts to a stop, and you hear the sounds of a struggle outside. The doors burst open, and there he is—the Falcon, swooping in to save everyone. He pulls people out, one by one, until it’s just you left. He pauses, regret in his eyes. “No more room, I’ll come back,” he promises, but you know there’s no time.

A grenade clatters inside, its ticking loud in the silence. Panic sets in, but suddenly a metal hand reaches out from the shadows.

"Come on!" He shouts, pulling you toward him just as the grenade explodes.

The force of the blast throws you both to the ground, but Bucky wraps himself around you, taking the brunt of the explosion. You bounce off the rough terrain with him, his grip never loosening.