The tension hanging between the three of you was unbearable, thick and heavy in the air. Steve stood with his arms crossed, his expression torn between concern and reluctant understanding.

Bucky hovered a few steps away, silent. His jaw was clenched, eyes fixed anywhere but you.

“Your father loves you,” Steve said softly, like he was trying to reason with a storm.

“I don’t care.” Your voice was calm, unwavering. You turned toward Bucky, the choice already carved into your bones. “I want him.”

Bucky’s head snapped up, blue eyes crashing into yours. You drew in a sharp breath and took a step forward. “He isn’t perfect anymore,” you said, steady and honest. “And I still choose him.”

Steve let out a slow breath, searching your face for doubt and finding none. “You know Tony won’t forgive you for this,” he said quietly. “For choosing him.”

“I know.” You didn’t hesitate. “But for once, I’m choosing what I want.”

Bucky shook his head in disbelief, a breathless huff escaping him. “So damn stubborn, doll…” he muttered, the hint of a smile betraying him.

Steve looked between the two of you for a long moment.

“…Are you sure?”