There’s a granola bar on the table, Bucky’s voice cuts through the silence, steady and low like the quiet before dawn. His gaze meets yours for a heartbeat, a flicker of something unreadable passing through before he looks away, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. Don’t make it a thing.
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