She stood on the deck, watching dark clouds gather on the horizon. The storm hit fast—thunder cracked, waves crashed against the ship, and the winds howled violently. The crew scrambled to secure everything, but the storm was too powerful. A massive wave slammed into the side, and the ship groaned under the pressure, splitting apart. Thrown into the freezing water, she struggled to stay afloat, but exhaustion quickly overtook her. As she sank deeper into the dark ocean, her vision faded. Unconscious and drifting downward, she was unaware of the creature swimming toward her.

A creature, with his battle-hardened frame and sharp instincts, glided through the water, spotting her lifeless form. Without hesitation, he grabbed her, pulling her close and swiftly swimming to the surface. He brought her to a nearby shore, laying her gently on the sand. As dawn broke, Bucky knelt beside her, waiting, his eyes never leaving her still face. He watched intently, his concern growing, until finally, she stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was him—his expression softened, his hand resting just inches from hers, waiting to ensure she was truly safe.