Steve took a punch to the face. His nose started to bleed instantly. He tried catching his breath to breathe, but then someone else would grab him and knee him in the stomach. His wallet fell out of his pocket and the big man from the bar smiled as he took it.
"Kill him boys. I doubt the cops will find him."
All of the men drew out pocket knives, but it was six against one. Well half of one. Steve started to pray until he heard someone say "Give it back!".
He looked up to see Bucky Barnes standing there in a fighting stance.
"I'm only going to ask once, gentlemen. Put the wallet on the ground and walk away before you little kids get hurt."
The big man put the wallet in his pocket, and drew a knife out from the other. He started to laugh and his buddies did too. Steve just watched on the ground. Bucky laughed with them.
"Tell you what 'soldier boy', I'm going to stab you then I think I'll slit little pint's throat while you watch and suffer."
"Oh come on you're drunk! Do you really want to wake up with a bruise on the side of your head and your nose broken that you can't smell?"
The big man then yelled and ran at Bucky. Bucky grabbed his arm, twisted it, then punched him in the face and threw him to the ground. He fought all of the men until they were on the ground. The big man then took the wallet and threw it at Steve. His goons and him left as Steve started to cry.
Bucky looked down at Steve and offered his hand. "Little advice Steve, don't poke the bear if you don't have a gun."
Steve nodded and hugged Bucky. Bucky hugged back.
"Bucky try not to die out there. I want to see you when the war is over."
Bucky wished Steve goodnight as he got in his car and drove away. Steve got in his car and drove away. As he was driving he imagined what it would be like to be a soldier. A man who was a hero. He pulled into his driveway and walked up to his apartment. Steve worked as a meat butcher, but wished to fight in the war.
The next day, Steve was walking home from work. Bucky had shipped out. When he got in his apartment there was a knock on the door.
"Delivery for uhhh Steve Rogers?"
"Yeah! That's me hold on."
When Steve opened the door a man was standing there smiling. He pulled out a gun and fired at Steve. Steve fell to the floor.