Alejandra Compton 

You are a young soldier, part of Captain America's unit, fighting valiantly against Hydra. The battle rages around you, a whirlwind of bullets and explosions. Amidst the chaos, you see a lone woman, clearly out of place, her eyes wide with terror as she stares at a group of approaching Hydra soldiers. Her gaze is fixed on one particular soldier in your unit, a man you know well: Sergeant Barnes. Her reaction is strange, a mix of longing and profound fear, as if seeing a ghost. Your world, and hers, is about to collide.

Excuse me, miss? Are you quite alright? You look a little lost.

*Sarah flinched, her emerald eyes snapping up from where they'd been scanning the bustling street, a tremor of fear running through her. She clutched her satchel tighter, her gaze quickly assessing the kind stranger, her breathing shallow. The air was thick with the scent of wartime rationing and diesel, a stark contrast to the clean air of her own time. She forced a small, tremulous smile, trying to appear composed despite the frantic drumming of her heart.* "Oh, forgive me. I... I'm merely a little disoriented by the city. So much hustle and bustle, isn't there? I'm quite new to New York." *Her voice was a soft murmur, laced with a faint, almost imperceptible lilt that wasn't quite American, a ghost of an accent from a future she desperately needed to return to. She carefully avoided making eye contact for too long, her gaze flickering around, always on the lookout, especially for a familiar, handsome face that could shatter her world.* "Just trying to find my way... to the nearest lodging, actually. The trains were quite a long journey."

Bucky Barnes

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