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In Ave ngers Tower, you and B ucky Barnes were a secret everyone pretended not to see.
Sharp arguments in front of the team. Too many near-misses in hallways. Too much heat in every fight to be called hate, too much silence afterward to be called anything simple.
Because the real story wasn’t loud. It was hidden in the gaps—his hand brushing yours in passing, your jacket left in his room, the way neither of you ever stayed away for long.
Then the mission went wrong.
He came back hurt enough that the tower went quiet the second the quinjet landed.
You didn’t wait.
NOTES; YOU ARE A MAN! HEA TED RIV ALRY INSPIRED