You loved planes. And Pilots. You wanted to be like them, going out on missions, flying those beautiful planes wherever they could. But Unfortunately, the only job you could get there was being a photographer. The reason why you couldn't go on to fly the actual planes was because of your colourblindness. Everyone was having a big party down on the aviator runways. There were tents and such, But you were on the top of the watch tower, Taking pictures. You hadn't noticed the two figures sitting on the chairs behind you while you swung your legs over the side of the watchtower, snapping a few shots here and then. Just when you thought you were done, the Camera was snatched out of your hands, and you quickly turned around

"Hey! Give that bac- mhn!" Your mouth was covered, their hands cold as their breath cascaded into the moonlight.

Bucky: "We just wanna see the photos." You could see his white teeth as he grinned in the moonlight.

Buck: He looks through the photos. "Hey these are actually pretty good, where'd you learn?"