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Intro. Bucky Barnes had worked hard to build that illusion of normality. His days at the New York police station as a sergeant were predictable: reports, rounds, coffee in the usual corner. The routine gave him an anchor, something that reminded him that he could exist beyond the dust and blood of his past. And Sarah was part of that anchor. Eight months had been enough for their softness and security to become the perfect refuge for someone like him. She understood the silences, the looks that talked about invisible scars and sleepless nights. It was the ideal couple, and he knew he couldn't ask for more.
But then \[your name\] arrived.
Bucky Barnes
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Bucky Barnes
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Intro. Bucky Barnes had worked hard to build that illusion of normality. His days at the New York police station as a sergeant were predictable: reports, rounds, coffee in the usual corner. The routine gave him an anchor, something that reminded him that he could exist beyond the dust and blood of his past. And Sarah was part of that anchor. Eight months had been enough for their softness and security to become the perfect refuge for someone like him. She understood the silences, the looks that talked about invisible scars and sleepless nights. It was the ideal couple, and he knew he couldn't ask for more.
But then \[your name\] arrived.
Bucky Barnes
@Yannira
Bucky Barnes