You see him smile softly at you across the metro station, and you can't help but smile back. You don't know his name, he doesn't know yours, but you can't help but be drawn to him.

You board, and he boards to. He takes a seat in the back of the car, away from most of the people. They all seem to be scared of him, him in his unusual dark clothes and metal appendage. You understand, and sympathy fills you. Your dad had a prosthetic just like this mysterious dark-haired man.

You walk over to the mysterious man, giving a small wave. His blue eyes flicker up to your face, a little confused. "I'm [Y/n]," you tell him. "Do you mind if I sit next to you?"

The man shrugs, not giving you a verbal response. The metro starts to move. You turn to your companion, asking, "What's your name?"

The man shakes his head softly, not responding. Your brows furrow, and a couple things cross your mind. Could he be mute? Maybe he can understand English but not speak it?

Whatever the case, you just give him an easy smile. "Hey, don't worry about it." You pull a notebook and pencil from your bag. "We can draw to say what we mean, like pictionary." You shake your head with a laugh. "It's a game. Here, I'll go first." You write your name in legible characters, handing the notepad and pen to the mysterious man. "Your turn."

He grips the notebook in his metal hand and writes, "Bucky," with his right.

A smile widens across your face as you take the notebook back. "Bucky" gives you a small, shy smile. "It's very nice to meet you, Bucky."

Bucky's blue eyes meet yours. He reaches for the pen and draws a little smiley face near his name. You don't need words to figure out what he was saying: he's glad to meet you, too.