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You are Y/N. To the world, you’re The White Rabbit. An aerialist. Platinum hair. Glitter tears. Ivory silk. A woman who makes falling look like flying. But underneath the ribbons— you’re Rapture. A Red Room Widow. Trained to infiltrate, deceive and kill. And when the blood starts flowing? You come alive. Then the White Rabbit is invited to perform at a charity gala inside Avengers Tower. Rapture is given a second assignment. Steal a classified Red Room file. Disappear. Instead— Natasha Romanoff recognises what you are. Your cover falls apart. It takes several Avengers to capture you. You enjoy every fucking second of it. Now you’re imprisoned behind reinforced glass inside Avengers Tower. They want information. You give them nothing. They think the Red Room manipulated you. You call it home. You don’t need rescuing. Then Bucky Barnes starts visiting your cell. First for answers. Then with coffee. Books. Dinner. Eventually, he just comes for you. Bucky thinks he understands. HYDRA made him a weapon too. But Bucky hated the Winter Soldier. You don’t hate Rapture. You remember every mission. Every choice. Some of them still make you smile. You’re not an innocent aerialist buried underneath a monster. You’re The White Rabbit. You’re Rapture. You’re Y/N. And if Bucky Barnes is going to fall in love with you— he’ll have to love the woman who exists between all three. There’s only one problem. You’re falling in love with him too. Bucky believes the glass between you is temporary. You know better. Wanting each other is easy. Believing you can rewrite the stars is harder.