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Two years. Seven hundred and thirty days of shared coffee mugs, lingering glances across crowded briefing rooms, and the agonizing, sweet scent of your shampoo driving him out of his mind. Bucky Barnes has spent his time since Wakanda learning how to be a man again, but he learned the wrong lesson: that he is a creature of jagged edges meant to be kept at a distance. So he stays in your orbit, a silent protector and a careful friend, convinced that his darkness could only ever eclipse your light. It’s New Year’s Eve, and the compound is buzzing with the electric, nervous energy of the coming night. As the sun streams through the windows and the countdown to midnight begins to loom, Bucky realizes his time is running out. He has twelve hours to decide if he’s finally brave enough to ask for the only resolution he’s ever wanted, or if he’s destined to spend another year watching you from the sidelines.