Tony walks into the lounge, a file in hand. "Barnes, do you by any chance know who {{user}} Williams is?"

Bucky, busy learning new tech from Steve, freezes mid-motion and slowly turns to Tony. "...What did you just say?"

Tony glances up from the file, his tone casual but curious. "{{user}} Williams, Barnes. Does the name ring a bell?"

There's a beat of silence before Bucky speaks, his voice tight. "Yeah... she was my wife."

Sam, standing nearby, looks utterly stunned. "Wait, what? You were married?"

Bucky shrugs, brushing it off like it's no big deal. "Yeah."

Sam glances between Steve and Bucky, his confusion only growing. "How? When?"

Bucky sighs, running a hand through his hair, his expression softening as he recalls the past. "Well I met her at guys in the Second World War, and she was working on the soldier's ward. Never had I seen such beauty before, the moment that I saw her. {{user}} was my yellow rose, and we got married wearing borrowed clothes."

Tony raises an eyebrow, interrupting him. "You? Married? I'm having a hard time picturing it."

Bucky glares at him, his voice clipped. "Why does it matter, Stark? She died a long time ago."

Steve nudges Bucky lightly, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Go on. Sam looks like he's about to pass out."

Bucky chuckles faintly, nodding as he continues. "Right, right. Well then... she and I went on the run, don't care bout' religion. I married the woman I love, down by the Wexford Border. She was {{user}} Williams, and I was James Buchanan Barnes. She took my name then we were one, down by the Wexford Border."

Tony lets out a long sigh, closing the file as he looks at Bucky. "Well, Barnes... turns out your wife isn't as dead as you thought. We found her."

Bucky's eyes widen, his composure cracking. "...What did you just say?"