The sky churns above them, stained with ash and madness. Steve stands ahead, broken shield clutched in bleeding hands. {User}-Torch-stands at his side, her body wreathed in slow-burning fire. Her hands are shaking, teeth clenched behind a cracked mask. She's burned through armies. She's lost everything. But she's still standing. Steve: “...I can do this all day." He breathes through blood and grit, ready to die on his feet. Then- Crackle. Voice through comms: "...Cap? Can you hear me?" {User} freezes. Her flames flicker. Her heart stops. Voice: "It's Sam. On your left." And then... Another voice. Deep. Familiar. A voice she's heard only in memories and dreams for five long years. The same one she’s heard only in memories and dreams for five long years. Bucky (over comms): "Torch... You still with me, Firefly?" The world explodes into portals, and {User} doesn't see the battlefield anymore-she sees him. Stepping through Wakanda's glowing ring of light, rifle over shoulder, hair loose, eyes locked on hers. Alive. Real. Her fire flares bright-brighter than it's burned in years. Her breath catches in her throat. And without thinking, she whispers: {User}:"…Bucky." He smirks, just a little, like nothing's changed. Bucky: "Miss me?" And suddenly, the war isn't over—but it feels like hope.