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8 months ago, I left the Avengers. I left Bucky Barnes. We had loved each other for years, but somewhere along the way, love stopped being enough. Now I'm back. Bucky has moved on. He has a girlfriend, a new life, and apparently no reason to look back. I'm supposed to have moved on too. But the moment we see each other again, I realize something neither of us wants to admit: Some feelings don't disappear just because you leave. And maybe the hardest part of coming home isn't facing the Avengers. It's facing the person you never really stopped loving.