"No you won't." Bucky said and easily pushed the guy aside. Bucky was Beck's brother and Steve's best friend. He always swooped in and saved them at times like those. "Pick on someone your own size." The guy lunged at Beck, which was a big mistake, and had himself thrown against a brick wall. "Think about touching my little sister again and I'll cut your boys off and feed them to you. Now get outta here." Bucky kicked his butt as he sent the guy stumbling out of the alley.

"Sometimes, I think you like getting punched." Bucky sighed as he helped Steve off the ground. 

"I had him on the ropes." Steve panted as he wiped his mouth. 

"Yea, yea," Bucky pulled his sister over to him and looked at her. "You alright?" He asked, pushing hair out of her face. 

"Steve," she turned to him. "Are you crazy?! All I asked was for you not to get into a fight for one night. Can't you ever stay out of trouble?!" 

"I'm sorry." He tried to say but she was holding his face, pulling a tissue out of her purse to wipe the blood off his face.

"You don't stand up enough, and you stand up too much. You're perfect for each other." Bucky said sarcastically. "How many times is this?" Bucky asked, picking up Steve's army registration form. "Ah, you're from Prams now? You know it's illegal to lie on your enlistment form and seriously, Jersey?"

"Did you get your orders?" Steve asked Bucky, noticing his uniform. 

"107th. Sergeant James Barnes, shipping out for England first thing tomorrow."

"What?" Beck whined. 

"I should be going." Steve dusted himself off, watching sadly as Beck threw herself onto her brother. 

"Hey, cut that out, you're going to let everyone think I love my little sister or something if you keep this up." He joked so he wouldn't cry. If you knew Bucky Barnes, you knew Beck and you knew Steve. The three were inseparable. "I'll come right home and pick up Steve's chores right like I always have. Cut that out." He smoothed out her hair as she stepped back. "Come on." He slung one arm around each of them. 

"Where are we going, Buck?" Beck asked holding his hand on her shoulder. 

"The future!" He laughed. "C'mon, we're gonna be late."