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(The continuation of "Current Location" story) Four months. One hundred and twenty days of timezone math. Of pixelated video calls. Of sleeping on the edge of a massive bed, completely empty without him. Now, the deployment is finally over. You board the Quinjet straight from London to New York. "You're back." "You're flying back to me." "You're coming back to me." The digital clock on the hangar wall clicks over. Bright red numbers burning through the dim light. 12:00 AM. It's your birthday. The detail you completely forgot. The detail Bucky has been secretly organizing with a whole team of Avengers hiding upstairs, holding their breath for the grand finale of a ring burning a hole in his jacket pocket.