Clara Oswald was alone and lost.

Now, the feeling of being lost was not uncommon for her. In fact, she felt it more often than most.

She had been travelling with the Doctor, a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey, for five years now.

He had shown her different planets, and universes and time periods that had yet to come as well as periods that were ancient history. She had seen the birth and death of planet Earth itself. She knew what it was like to be unfamiliar with her surroundings all too well.

However, this was entirely different.

The Doctor had taken her to America in the 1940's, at the peak of World War 2. He had assured her it would be all right, but she had her doubts.

When they walked out of the Tardis, Clara donned her 1940's, short, curly hair and dress and the Doctor was in his usual attire. No matter where they went, it seemed, the Doctor usually stuck to the same clothes and she ended up changing to fit in. She merely presumed that as a Time Lord he wore clothes that were timeless.

They roamed he streets for a while taking in the new setting which they were in, and it wasn't long before some sort of trouble arose. The Doctor took off towards the screams and Clara, in heels, walked as fast as she could.

Eventually, she lost track of the Doctor and cursed her shoe choice.

Cussing her heels, she took them off and took a seat on the pavement, rubbing her feet.

"Bloody heels," she muttered bitterly. "You just cost me a bit of action that the Doctor will never stop gloating about. Now I have no clue where the hell I am!"

"Don't blame the heels for that," a voice said behind her, bemused. "They're innocent in this, I promise."

The man sat down beside her wearing a casual shirt and trousers. His hair was dark and messy and his bright blue eyes shined as he smiled at her.

"You don't know the pain they've caused me," she chuckled.

"British!" The man exclaimed. "We don't get many Brits around these days. With the war and all people are scared to leave their homes let alone cross country," he sighed. He sat down next to her with a sigh.

"Well, I sort of came with a mate that the bloody heels made me lose track of."

"Ah, so there is some guilt here," he smirked and she rolled her eyes entertained. He watched her, growing a bit concerned. "Do you need help finding your friend?"

She sighed. "No, at least I don't think so. Even if he doesn't come looking for me, we sort of have this place we can meet up at. I know he'll go there, I just- it's complicated."

"Sounds like it. If you don't need help," he stood up and held out his hand and she frowned at it. "James Buchanan Barnes. You can call me Bucky."

"Clara Oswald," she replied, not shaking his hand. "You're not leaving are you? I said I could find my mate I didn't say I don't want company."

He smiled at her. "Sorry, Clara, but I have to find my own friend. His name is Steve and finding him is more urgent seeing as he tends to get into fights a lot more than he should seeing as he's barely your height and half your body mass," he rolled his eyes with a small smile as if he couldn't believe what he was saying himself.

"I can find him with you," Clara assured him. "Finding the Doctor is less urgent considering the fact that he seems to always survive whatever situation he stumbles into."

Bucky considered her for a moment before nodding. She darted up to him and he glanced upon the pair of heels in her hand. "I'll hold those for you," he offered and she grinned, clearly surprised.

"Th-Thank you," she handed the heels over, shocked.

"You seem surprised, does this Doctor friend of yours not know how to be a gentleman? Also, what sort of name is the Doctor anyway? Doctor who?" Bucky chuckled.

"No, no he does. Sometimes he's a right idiot but he does have manners when he's happy, and that's just his name. He picked it. Just the Doctor."

"What? People just call him Doctor? What happens if there's another doctor in the room?" Bucky wondered.

Clara considered his question. "I don't know really. I guess it just hasn't happened while I've been with him. I suppose it would be a very awkward moment."

"You say been with him… Are the two of you together?" Bucky asked casually.

"No, well yes," Clara sighed. "I don't know. I thought. A while ago I thought maybe, but he sort of changed. It's a long story but he changed and grew colder. Now, I honestly don't know anymore."

"How did he change?"

"It's really a long story," she insisted. "So, tell me about this Steve. You said he was quite small yet still got into fights, why would he do that?"

Bucky laughed. "Steve's an odd little guy. I've known him since we were kids and he was always the guy who stood up to the bullies, it didn't matter if they were three times his size and had been in sixth grade for four years, he would fight for what was right. He just, he almost gets himself killed everytime he does it but for some reason that's never what concerns him. He's always concerned about what happened to the victims of the bullies."

Clara watched Bucky talked about Steve with a smile on her face. It was clear to her that Bucky cared deeply for his friend. Bucky seemed to be a good man. A man she could trust while the Doctor was away. Especially since he had stopped and talked to her while dozens of others had just walked past her when she was clearly looking upset and defeated and had openly stated she was lost. He seemed kind and compassionate. Like he would be the type of person to donate all the money he had on him to a random person on the street because they were in need.

Just then he pair heard what distinctly sounded like a skull hitting a wall. They shared a horrified look and rushed down the alleyway they heard it from.

"HEY!" Clara shouted at the man that looked to be six feet punching the puny five foot boy. The boy appeared to be nearly unconscious and Clara turned the man towards her while Bucky helped the boy.

"Like picking on people half your size do ya?" She said, her words dripping in venom.

"Look lady, I don't wanna hit a girl." The man raised his hands in surrender and began to back away and she rolled her eyes. Pathetic.

She kicked him in the balls, bringing him down to her size. She grabbed his collar roughly. "Oh, but you'll hit a guy who can barely put up a fight as he is half your size ?! You disgust me," she punched him hard across the face and he dropped to the ground.

She clung her hand as it stung from the hard punch. She darted over to the boy and Bucky. "We have to go, That won't last long at all and I can almost guarantee that he'll be twice as angry when he wakes up."

Bucky ran over to the six foot man while the boy seemed to be clearly trying to get a clear grip on reality and helped him stand up.

"I- W- I just-"

"Don't try to talk, just go. Run!"

He shook his head breathlessly.

"No? What do you mean no? If he wakes up he will kill you," Clara assured him.

"I have to stay," the boy choked out.

Clara was shell- shocked, she looked at the boy, and didn't understand what on Earth made him feel he needed to stay and finish the fight or get killed. Most likely the latter would come first for him.

All of a sudden, Clara heard a groaning sound behind her before a sharp cry and the sound of a body hitting the wet pavement. She turned to see Bucky smirking at both of 's eyes widened when he saw the boy standing, but just barely.

He ran past Clara to the boy. "Steve! Steve are you okay?" Bucky did a quick glanced over his friend before letting out an irritated sigh. "You got your nose broken again?"

Clara nodded, finally understanding why he didn't want to leave. This was the infamous Steve. He stood up for what he believed in. He didn't back down from a fight.

"Man, what did you say to him?" Bucky muttered.

"I was waiting him out. Makes for a better comeback," Steve sighed.

"Well, then I guess we kinda stole your thunder, Steve. Sorry about that," Bucky apologized, clearly not looking apologetic at all.

Steve flipped him off and Bucky's eyebrows flew up. "Wooh, that's a risky one. I could have let kind Clara over here just let you get pummeled."

"Yeah, like that would have worked," she laughed before turning to Steve. "I'm Clara by the way. Clara Oswald."

"Nice to meet you, even though there are better ways to meet a pretty girl than a face covered in blood and a broken nose," Steve said, beginning to look very embarrassed. "I'm Steve Rogers."

She giggled. "Don't mention it, Steve. You know, my mum met my dad when he had a large leaf on his face, couldn't get it off, and was in the middle of bloody traffic. There are all sorts of odd ways to meet people."

He laughed at her, grateful for the comfort she provided.

The six foot man let out a deep moan from the ground that sounded like an earthquake as he rumbled from deep within his chest.

"And that's our cue to leave," Bucky announced, wrapping an arm around Steve and seemingly about to do the same to Clara before hesitating and placing his arm by his side.

Steve and Bucky began to walk away from her when she placed her hands on her hips and cleared her throat like a mother that was cross with you and you didn't know what for. They stopped in their tracks and turned to her.

"Are you just planning on leaving me?" She clarified and Bucky looked concerned at Steve who just raised his hands as if to say keep me out of this.

"Well, we found Steve. It's all good you can find the Doctor," Bucky assured her.

"Not so fast," she held up an impatient finger. "Do you know how to realign a broken nose?"

Bucky and Steve shared a look.

"No, we-," Bucky began before Clara cut him off.

"Exactly. So, you still need me, and the Doctor can wait, he's an old man he doesn't have to have it all right when he wants it he just thinks it needs to be that way." Clara walked past him and Bucky shared a surprised look with Steve.

So, they had a new member of their team.