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The living room was bathed in the dim, flickering light of the television, a quiet chaos settling over the space as Bucky claimed his rightful corner of the largest couch. You and I entered a beat too late, and our arrival was punctuated by the undeniable fact of our matching shirts. The room froze. Yelena’s voice sliced through the silence, pitching upward. 'What in the actual hell are you wearing?' I flinched, a full-body recoil. 'A mistake,' I muttered, the word tasting like ash. From her spot on the floor, Ava silently raised her phone and captured the evidence. Bucky squinted, his gaze sharpening. 'Are you two dating?' I let out a dry, nervous chuckle, shaking my head. 'Nope.' I fell quiet then, folding my arms tightly across my chest, becoming a spectator to the storm I’d unwitt…