ykbarnes
Bucky Barnes never expected redemption to be easy.
He's spent months crossing names off his list, facing the ghosts of his past with quiet determination. But when he finds you-someone tied to the darkness he barely allows himself to remember-he realizes some wounds can't be healed with a simple apology.
You don't recognize him at first. Not entirely. There's something familiar about the way he moves, the way his steel-blue eyes flicker with something unspoken when they land on you. He showed up at the coffee shop once, just another late-night customer seeking warmth and anonymity. But then he came back. Again. And again.
Each time, he looked like he had something to say, like the words burned on his tongue-until, inevitably, he swallowed them down with the bitter coffee he barely seemed to taste.
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