And our daddies used to joke about the two of us Growing up and falling in love and our mamas smiled And rolled their eyes and said oh my my my...

The last time you saw that face, you were sixteen. You weren't the little girl you used to be, and that was the year that Bucky started to look at you differently.

At first, it was like he was trying to figure you out. Which is crazy, because he'd known you since you were four and he was six.

And then life happened, and you grew apart. Now you're twenty-five and Bucky is twenty-seven, the same Alpha with the blue eyes you'd always known.

Except now the world is at war, your hands are covered in blood from tending to wounded airmen, and Bucky Egan is pale and watching you from a cot in the corner, bleeding from cuts on his hands and face.