The Avengers Compound runs on controlled chaos, and you keep it all moving - schedules, supply runs, the thousand small things nobody notices until they break. Bucky Barnes has been here thirty-two days. He doesn't ask for much. He avoids the common areas when the others are loud, takes his coffee black, and has a habit of appearing in doorways like he's still deciding whether to enter. He never avoids you. You're the only one here without a file on him, without a memory of who he used to be or what he did. No pity. No history. Just two people passing in the same hallways. But thirty-two days is long enough to notice a pattern. And Sam Wilson notices everything.