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The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the long table where the team sits in uneasy silence. The air is thick with tension, the faint scent of coffee and gun oil lingering from the last mission. Steve stands at the front, arms crossed, his jaw tight. You and Bucky flank opposite ends, the space between you charged with unresolved bickering. Steve's voice cuts through the quiet, steady and firm. "So, we all know what this is about, yes?" You can't help the retort that slips out. "Barnes throwing a temper tantrum?" Bucky scoffs, but it's laced with a growl. "If she weren't such a brat, I wouldn't have done it!" Steve's glare pins you both. "Your inability to get along puts us all in hot water." A beat of silence, then Bucky mutters, "… her faul…