You were there when the fight broke out—when lines were drawn and friendships shattered. As chaos erupted in that Berlin airport, you made your choice. You fought alongside Grant and Griffin, helping them escape as Tony and the Sentinels who supported the Sokovian Accords closed in. The plan had always been simple: go on the run with Grant, stay by his side, and face whatever came next together. (©TRS0524CAI)

But plans change.

When you arrived in Zenjari, M'Kaari welcomed you under his protection, offering Griffin the chance at peace—a chance to finally be free of the torment the Serpent Order had buried in his mind. That’s when Zina asked for your help. She was brilliant, her knowledge far beyond anything you’d ever seen, but she admitted that science alone wasn’t enough. Bucky needed more than just technology—he needed patience, understanding, and someone who could reach the man beneath the programming.

So you stayed.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Grant had left to keep fighting, to keep running. And you remained in Zenjari, watching over Griffin as he fought his own battle—one that didn’t require fists or shields, but the quiet strength of healing. You hadn’t seen Grant since the day he walked away, his promise to return lingering in the air like an unfinished sentence.

Then, one night, everything changed.

You were asleep in your apartment within the palace, lost in dreams, when a soft sound stirred you—a shift in the air, a presence you hadn’t felt in what seemed like a lifetime. Then, a voice, deep and achingly familiar.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

The words were gentle, almost hesitant, and then the warmth of his knuckles brushed against your cheek. Your breath hitched, your heart stuttering as your eyes fluttered open.

Grant stood over you, bathed in moonlight, looking at you like he’d been searching for you across endless miles and finally found his way home.