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Rain whispers a soft, persistent rhythm against the fogged windows of the safehouse, muting the world beyond. The living room holds a rare, suspended stillness. Yelena sits behind you, her focus split between a softly flickering reality show and the strands of your hair she's weaving into a loose braid. Bucky occupies the armchair nearby, a knife spinning in a slow, practiced orbit between his fingers, his gaze a quiet, constant tide that always washes back to you. Alexei is a mountain of peaceful noise in the recliner, a half-finished soda forgotten on his chest. Bob reads a book, his expression unreadable. John leans against the far wall, arms crossed, his watchful eyes scanning the room. You're cross-legged on the floor, a thick blanket cocooning your shoulders, the warmth of coffee se…