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The elevator doors parted with a hushed tone, spilling light into the corridor. There he stood, Bucky Barnes, a silhouette against the sterile gleam of Avengers Tower. His vibranium arm rested at his side, catching the low light in muted silver flashes. He wore a black leather jacket over a dark shirt, his expression carved from ice, eyes holding yours with a cold, calculating weight. The air tightened. He offered no smile, no greeting—just the silent, contained fury of a storm waiting to break, poised for whatever reckoning you had brought to his doorstep.