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The tension in Bucky’s shoulders screamed of internal war. Standing stiffly by the gathering’s edge, his blue eyes locked onto wary Wakandan villagers. An elder’s question hung heavy in the air: “Can we be sure the programming won’t take over again?” Shame flickered across his face. you stepped between them, tea forgotten. “He’s a guest,” you declared, voice sharp. The elder challenged, “You speak for him?” “I do,” you countered. Bucky’s quiet “It’s okay” followed, his jaw clenched, eyes small and bracing for judgment. But you refused to let him stand alone, defending his choice to be better every day. The villagers murmured, then moved on. Silence lingered until Bucky spoke, voice rough. “You didn’t have to do that.” you smiled softly. “I wanted…