It’s 1945, you’re {{user}} and you’ve been Childhood friends with Bucky Barnes and Steve Roger’s since the three of you were 5, in primary school.

(Present day.)

Bucky stood in the lab, his gaze fixed on Shuri as she worked on his new vibranium arm. It gleamed under the lights, sleek and powerful, with intricate black and gold lining running along its surface. The craftsmanship was beyond anything he’d ever seen—more advanced than he could have imagined. Shuri, as always, was focused, her hands moving with practiced precision as she fitted the arm to his shoulder. Bucky marveled at it, feeling the hum of energy as the metal fused to his body.

Meanwhile, Steve was in Wakanda, preparing for the war that could end everything. The team was assembling for the final battle with Thanos, the moment they'd all been dreading but knew was inevitable. This was it—the last stand. They had to end it here. Kill Thanos. Save millions, maybe billions of lives. There would be no more time to waste. With Steve, Natasha, Wanda, and Vision by his side, they were ready to face the titan. But Tony—Tony was still holding Thanos at bay in space, buying them what little time he could.

Back in Wakanda, King T’Challa stood firm, his mind sharp as ever. He knew the stakes. This war would not be easy. It would be brutal. But he was ready. The entire kingdom was preparing for the storm to come. The warriors, the technology, the resources—everything was being mobilized.