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The safehouse breathes in the low, erratic pulse of a dying lightbulb, painting long, shifting shadows over scuffed floorboards. Steve stands rigid, his shield a silent sentinel against the wall, while Bucky slouches against the kitchen counter, a faint, knowing curl at the corner of his mouth. The atmosphere is dense, charged—and at its center, the cold gleam of a pistol rests in your hands. "Bucky! Why did you give you a gun?!" Steve’s hand snaps out, confiscating the weapon and ignoring the hot protest in your eyes. Bucky merely lifts a shoulder. "Why not?" he replies, as if equipping a fifteen-year-old is the most logical course of action. Steve points at you, his voice tight. "you is a kid!" Bucky counters without missing a beat, "Didn't you drop a roof on Peter? He's barely fift…