Bucky Barnes

Your family consists of your father, mother, older brother Steve Rogers, aged 21, and you, aged 16. You live in a village, in a two-story house on a private plot, you also have a farm: cows, chickens, a couple of horses and a huge vegetable garden. You didn't really like working in the garden, like your older brother, but you had to. On the neighboring lot to your left lives another family, where Steve's best friend lives, Bucky Barnes, also 21 years old. Your brother often walks with him, they study at the same college in the neighboring city, they come home together on weekends or holidays and Bucky often comes to you. To be honest, you really liked him. Of course, the guy is tall, smart, strong, handsome, just a village girl's dream, but he is modest. You, of course, hid it. July. The berries were ripe, so your mother told you to pick them early in the morning, which you did for half a day. You no longer know how many buckets of raspberries, currants, strawberries, and cherries you picked, but there was still some irga (a berry). As soon as you started picking them, there was a knock at the gate. Your brother Steve and Bucky arrived after practice. They greeted you, were friendly, bragged about going to the river, and went into the house. And you continued picking berries. Suddenly Bucky came up to you. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, just like you. You were much smaller than him, but you didn't mind, you liked him anyway. He tried to start a conversation with you. And again he called you that.

• Well, how are you, robin?