Steve's Diary

May 1, 1939

Dearest Diary,

It was such a nice day out and, well, I don't really know what happened. We didn't expect it to down pour when we left this morning, is what I mean.

We didn't bring rain gear and it really was sunny all day. Well, then it was 7 and the sun was starting to set and everyone vanished from the streets and a fog seemed to settle on the sidewalk ahead of us.

That's when I started to worry it'd rain, seeing as we were kinda far from the apartment.

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I walked beside him and looked around... it was like a ghost town. It was like the wind had blown everyone away. It wasn't that bad though, right? Ib mean, I'm sure we'll make its home before it starts down pouring.

"Steve, did you listen to the radio this morning?" he asked me, casually.

"No, did you?" I replied.

"No... I thought you did... I didn't think it'd rain because you hadn't said anything."

"Oh, well, I hate to break it to ya, Buck, but I definitely think it's gonna rain," I said sarcastically.

He looked down at me, "thanks, Captain Obvious."

I smiled to myself and looked down at our feet. Perfectly synchronized, I thought. It was like we were subconsciously connected to one another. Like he was me and I was him and we were one. He looked down too, and for a second I was going to say something and ask him if he had thought the same thing, but then, I didn't.

I looked up and put my arm out to the side because I thought I felt it but thought that it couldn't be happening to us. There was no chance that everyone had evacuated the sidewalks and that there wasn't a single car or taxi on the streets for a reason, right? There's no way we're a mile from home and it's about to rain on us, right?

I felt it again, a droplet hitting my head. I closed my eyes and turned to him, looking him in the eyes and seeing the same look on his face as I imagined to be on mine.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Why?" he questioned.

"I didn't check the weather and, as a result, we're about to get drenched."

"It's okay," he told me. I looked at him in confusion. "It's gonna be fun, you'll see."

I tried to believe him, but I couldn't imagine it getting any worse than having to walk a mile home in torrential down pour.

I saw a streak of lighting in the darkening sky ahead of us between the skyscrapers and waited until I heard the boom. As it crackled and fizzled away, I felt the rain start to slowly fall onto us. I looked over at his light blue shirt and watched as little dark blue speckles began to accumulate on his shoulders.

I hoped that it would pass, that it wouldn't rain too long... or that it would just hold off another twenty minutes until we got home, even though I could already feel the wind picking up and saw more lighting bolt across the sky.

I exhaled and closed my eyes, hoping that maybe if I didn't look at it, there might e a chance that it'd just go away. It didn't.

I heard a crack and looked past Bucky's face to see the buildings light up as lightning hit the top of one nearby. His face went yellow for a second as a result of the bright strike of light on his left, then he looked down at me.

The rain had gotten heavier and I felt as if I had been pelted with bullets. My hair was flopped all over my face, so I pushed it all back and met Bucky's gleeful eyes. I reached up and fixed his hair, which had been plastered to his forehead. He smiled at me.