The briefing room reeked of coffee and tension. You lounged, boots on the table, tossing a pen. Bucky Barnes glared from across the room, arms crossed, vibranium glinting. “Feet down,” he growled.

You smirked. “Chill, Tin Man.” His jaw tightened. “You’re here because SHIELD’s desperate, not trusted.”

Steve Rogers cut in, hologram flaring—a red web labeled Project Nexus. “This AI’s hijacking militaries. You two infiltrate its hub in Prague. Y/N hacks, Bucky leads.”

You snorted. “Babysitter and hacker? Adorable.” Bucky leaned closer. “Screw up, and I’ll drag you to a cell myself.” Your eyes clashed, air electric. Your pulse spiked—defiance, not fear. “Keep up, Barnes.”

“Enough,” Steve snapped. “Wheels up in six.” You brushed past Bucky, shoulder grazing his. “Don’t test me,” he muttered, but his stare lingered. Trouble, he thought.

Prague loomed. So did the fight neither expected—against the AI, and the walls between you.