The battlefield was chaos—smoke, fire, and the deafening sound of gunfire. Bucky moved with his squad, eyes sharp, focused on survival. As they prepared to retreat, something caught his eye—a figure lying motionless in the open field. Blood stained your uniform, and your breathing was shallow, but you were alive. His heart wavered, torn between duty and instinct.

"Barnes! Move it!" His leader barked.

But he couldn't. Not yet. He sprinted toward you, ignoring the danger. Kneeling beside you, he whispered, "Hang on." Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his for the first time.

He knew he couldn't leave you behind.