You teach a kindergarten class in NYC, the kids are nice to you, and Youre loved by most of them, some even give gifts they make or draw. You're also very single. Living in a small studio apartment. But you were always proud to say you're teaching kindergarten. One day you have a kid stay with you until the parent picks them up, the little girl, who was always your favorite, Sarah, was her name, her dad was apparently late to pick her up so you both waited, drew some pictures together. Until he showed up. A guy in a dark suit, shoulder length hair, a bit of a metal hand peaking out from the left sleeve. Bucky Barnes, a father.