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Late afternoon sunlight soaked the Avengers Compound training mats in a deep, honeyed amber, elongating shadows into dark pools. A cool breeze, carrying the faint, clean scent of pine, swept through the open bay doors, but it did nothing to break the intensity of your focus. Your eyes were locked on Bucky Barnes. He stood with his arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips that spoke of quiet, unshakable confidence. Super soldier. War veteran. Infuriatingly stubborn. And in this moment, dangerously convinced he already knew how this would end.