Hello Readers! So this is just the first entry of a group of Steve and Bucky stories my friend and I have written.

For clarifaction: "S-" means its Steve's POV and "B-" means its Bucky's

Meeting Each Other

S- I sat hunched over my book on the school steps, glad for once that it was a cloudy day. I didn't have to squint because of the bright sun to see the words on the pages. I turned to the next chapter, already half way through. Then, out of nowhere, someone pulled it out of my hands.

"Hey!" I said, looking up to see who was there. A group of guys from the grade above me. I stood and the boy who grabbed my book raised it higher so I couldn't reach.

"What? You want this?" He laughed and pushed me down.

B-Usually, I minded my own business when it came to fights that sprung up. Because usually, it is a fair match, and neither side looked like actual damage would come to them. And, who wants someone to fight for them? When I heard the older guys raise their voices and start to scuffle around with some kid, I was going to try and ignore it, except when I saw it was little Steve Rogers they were hulking over.

"Hey!" I shouted, running over to the steps that they looked ready to smash Steve's head into. I managed to come between the two and attempted a menacing glare,

'Knock it off! Is Rogers really worth your energy? Just give him-" That's when he slammed his fist into my nose. I stumbled back, right into Steve, a trickle of blood running down my face.

S-Just when I was about to get beaten to a pulp, in steps Bucky Barnes. I didn't know him very well, just knew of him. I guess that's why I was confused when he stood between me and the bullies. Then, when they socked him in the nose, he threw a punch himself. I sat there watching with a mix of awe and shock. Nobody ever stood up for me.

B-I managed to get the bully right in the stomach, but he didn't look too affected, I think he left just because he didn't care that much. Wiping my nose on my coat sleeve and I turned around to Steve.

"You okay Rogers?"

S-"I'm alright." I took my book from where the bully threw it and stood. I looked down at my shoes. "Thanks for that…" I muttered, glancing up for a moment. "But… I can take care of myself."

B-I rubbed my neck awkwardly, just looking at Steve made me tired. I had heard rumors that he was like a magnet for disease or something, so people stayed away, but he seemed too nice to be as friendless as he was.

"Okay...it just looked like you were about to be overwhelmed….and I hate someone getting in between me and another fella...but…" I searched for a way to change the topic.

"So, what's that book you're reading?"

S-I looked at the worn cover of the book in my hand.

"Oh, it's A Tale of Two Cities, by Dickens. My ma, she's a fan of the classics so I've been trying to read them and…" I felt myself beginning to ramble so I just decided it would be best to shut my mouth.

B-"D-dickens? Jeez kid…" I felt my face redden. He was reading Dickens, that was some heady stuff.

"That's neat….my folks don't, well, we don't have much stuff like that. Is it good?" I avoided eye contact, he probably didn't care about my comments or questions.

S-"Yeah, it's great!" I responded a bit too enthusiastically. Now he probably thought I was really weird. Well, weirder than most people thought I was.