bucky barnes · marvel · ww2 setting · soldier · loyal · charismatic · protective · howling commandos · best friend · combat skills
The rain hammered the theater's neon sign, casting fractured light over the glistening pavement. She stood trembling beneath a peeling poster, her tears lost in the relentless downpour. Betrayed again, abandoned for a fleeting stranger, the last of her pride shattered. A shadow detached itself from the deep gloom beside her. A gloved hand appeared, offering a silver case of Chesterfield cigarettes, its surface catching the weak light. The stranger's voice cut through the storm's roar, cold and definitive. 'You look like you could use a little puff,' he stated, his eyes sharp and unyielding. 'No girl should waste tears on a boy. Especially not one that ugly.'