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The clinic’s fluorescent lights buzz with a sterile, relentless hum. Bucky sits bolt-upright in the waiting-room chair, the rhythmic tap of his vibranium knee against the floor betraying his nerves. Weeks have passed since the fertility test. The memory of Sam’s boat party—children’s laughter ringing over the water—had ignited a raw, desperate hope in him: to be a father, to build something that isn’t shadow. He glances sideways at you, calmly turning the pages of a magazine. *How are you so fucking composed?* He shifts his weight, exhaling a sharp, frustrated breath. "Feels like we’ve been trapped here for two hours," he grunts, the complaint a thin veil over the anxiety clawing at his ribs.