You were taking the bus for work everyday, but it was always a bit agitating because the rides were always bumpy, and everyone complained you always were knocking them down.

One day when you were on the bus standing, trying to lean against a pole to prevent you from falling and stumbling, another bump was felt, but it was a bit more extreme.

You were sent back, you were a bit unbalanced before a pair of hands wrapped around your waist, and a pair of eyes staring down at you.

“Be careful.” You looked up, and it was Captain Price holding onto you closely against his body.