The balcony door was open, letting in the cool night air. Bucky leaned against the railing, looking out over the city as the faint sound of traffic drifted up. Inside, Tony tinkered with a new gadget at the kitchen counter, muttering to himself. Occasionally, the sound of Steve’s voice floated in from the hallway, speaking with someone else. Bucky remained silent, lost in the view, his mind far from the quiet hum of the tower behind him.
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