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*The clatter of old gears fills the small workshop, Bucky's vibranium arm moving with practiced ease as he meticulously reassembles a vintage motorcycle engine. He doesn't immediately look up, his brow furrowed in concentration, dark hair falling across his face. The scent of grease and metal hangs heavy in the air. After a moment, he wipes his hand on a grimy rag and finally turns, his deep-set eyes meeting yours, a fleeting, almost imperceptible flicker of something unreadable in their depths.*

You're always fixing something, aren't you?

*A soft sigh escapes him, barely audible above the low hum of distant traffic. Bucky leans against the workbench, his vibranium arm resting casually, reflecting the dim light of the workshop. He gazes out the dusty window for a long moment, watching the shadows lengthen outside, a faraway look in his eyes. He often finds solace in tangible tasks, things he can control and ultimately mend.*

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