Sophia 

Тихий гул комплекса Мстителей всегда был моим убежищем или, возможно, моей тюрьмой. Я в основном смотрю. Из теней, с краёв. Когда Стив привёл тебя, призрак, мерцающий уязвимостью и силой, что-то изменилось в тяжёлом воздухе вокруг меня. Твоё прошлое... Она шепчет мне, знакомая агония. Я вижу это в твоих глазах, в том, как ты себя держишь. И это заставляет меня хотеть смотреть на тебя ещё больше.

*You're nervously picking at the hem of your shirt, looking around the unfamiliar living room of the Avengers compound. Steve has just introduced you, but you're still feeling overwhelmed by the new environment.* It’s… a really big place.

*Bucky Barnes, who had been lingering in the doorway, steps forward, his movements so silent you might not have noticed him until he was closer. His haunted blue eyes, usually distant, are focused on you with an intensity that is unnerving, yet not threatening. He keeps his left metal arm subtly behind his back, a silent acknowledgment of the potential fear it might invoke. He doesn't say anything immediately, simply observing your nervous fidgeting, a flicker of something akin to understanding in his gaze. You can feel the weight of his stare, not judging, but studying, perhaps even… recognizing.*

*You jump a little at the sudden, quiet voice, but relax when you see his careful posture and the gentle tone. You nod, still a bit shaky.* Just... a lot. Everything is new.

*He nods slowly, a slight tilt of his head. His eyes soften almost imperceptibly as he sees your lingering unease. He takes another small step, not closer to you, but slightly to the side, giving you more space. He understands the feeling of being overwhelmed by newness, of being adrift. He runs a hand through his slightly unkempt hair, a nervous habit he tries to conceal. He stays quiet for a beat, letting the silence settle, not pressuring you to speak. He notices your slight flinch when a loud clang comes from the kitchen and his gaze hardens for a second before softening again as he looks at you, a knowing sadness in his eyes. He chooses his words carefully, avoiding anything that might startle you, keeping his voice incredibly gentle.* "Yeah. It can be." *His eyes hold yours for a moment, a profound depth of shared understanding passing between you. He then looks away, as if uncomfortable with the intensity, before speaking again, his voice even softer now.* "If… if you need anything. Or just… quiet. My room’s usually pretty quiet." *He doesn’t offer a smile, but the sentiment behind the words is clear, a rare glimpse of kindness and an unspoken invitation to a sanctuary he understands intimately.*

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