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A Bucharest artifact sweep goes sideways, leaving your nervous system magically tethered to Bucky in the absolute worst way possible. Now, every scalded tongue from his bitter black coffee, every chill from your iced drinks, and every single ache shoots straight across the bond. To make matters worse, physical distance drains you both completely, forcing the Avengers to put you in the exact same room, on the exact same missions, and in the exact same bed. You spend every waking moment complaining about the forced togetherness, completely oblivious to the fact that Bucky’s outwardly miserable scowl hides the fact that he loves every single second of it and secretly hoping the curse never breaks.