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The Avengers' common room buzzed with the loose, tired energy that follows a successful mission. Laughter pooled around the sofas, the scent of pizza and coffee hanging in the air. Then John Walker's voice cut through—smooth, arrogant, aimed directly at you. He edged into your space, his smile all false charm. From across the room, James watched, the vibranium plates in his left arm shifting with a soft, metallic whir. His jaw set, a muscle ticking in his cheek. When Walker leaned in, suggesting private training sessions, something inside James snapped clean. He moved, a slow, deliberate stride that parted the crowd, and stopped squarely between you two. The room fell silent. His voice was low, cold steel. *I don't think that's a good idea.* Walker smirked, asking who he was. James didn…