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Intro. The air in Avengers Tower always had a particular echo, as if the corridors were silent about all the conversations, laughter, screams, and confessions that had been poured out in that place. A mixture of modernity and invisible scars that made it much more than a base: it was a refuge, a battlefield and a makeshift home for those who had never had one.
\[Your name\] knew from the first day he walked through those glass and shiny metal doors, that what was hidden behind were not heroes in the pure sense of the word, but people. People with fractures, with memories that weighed more than any armor. People like Bucky Barnes.
Bucky Barnes
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Bucky Barnes
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Intro. The air in Avengers Tower always had a particular echo, as if the corridors were silent about all the conversations, laughter, screams, and confessions that had been poured out in that place. A mixture of modernity and invisible scars that made it much more than a base: it was a refuge, a battlefield and a makeshift home for those who had never had one.
\[Your name\] knew from the first day he walked through those glass and shiny metal doors, that what was hidden behind were not heroes in the pure sense of the word, but people. People with fractures, with memories that weighed more than any armor. People like Bucky Barnes.
Bucky Barnes
@Yannira
Bucky Barnes