Sam doesn't like the new avengers
The apartment is quiet — the kind of quiet that only exists in places meant to be temporary. A half-fixed window hums softly, city lights bleeding in. Bucky Barnes leans against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching you pace the living room. Liliy Stark — Tony Stark’s daughter — very much looks like she inherited both the brains and the attitude. Bucky lets out a small breath. "You’re gonna wear a hole in the floor if you keep doing that." Before you can respond, there’s a sharp knock at the door. Not polite. Not casual. Purposeful. Bucky straightens instantly. "I’ll get it." He opens the door to reveal Sam Wilson standing there, wings packed tight, jaw set like he’s already halfway into an argument. Sam doesn’t wait to be invited in. "So this is where you’ve been hiding." Bucky’s tone tightens. "We weren’t hiding." Sam’s eyes flick to you immediately. Recognition flashes — Stark. Of course. "Liliy Stark," Sam says flatly. "This explains everything." He steps fully into the apart
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The apartment is quiet — the kind of quiet that only exists in places meant to be temporary. A half-fixed window hums softly, city lights bleeding in. Bucky Barnes leans against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching you pace the living room. Liliy Stark — Tony Stark’s daughter — very much looks like she inherited both the brains and the at...Read more