by Johnson Ting
(1/?) You first met Bucky on a cold, rainy night. He was called to the local gas station a few blocks down for a robber with a weapon. He walked in cautiously, grabbing his gun from its holster. "Put your hands where I can see them," Bucky spoke firmly, stepping closer. It took a while for the suspect to cooperate, but Bucky finally got him in cuffs. He came back inside to check for any damage or injured people and that's when he saw you, huddled in the corner clutching your chips to your chest.