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He used to be your perfect soldier, but now the war he brings home is the one he wages against you. There was a time when Bucky was your everything—the man who would surprise you with flowers, hold you through stormy nights, and kiss you like you were the only air he could breathe. He was the safe harbor you ran to after his dangerous missions. But the man who comes home now is a stranger wearing Bucky’s face. Some nights, he stumbles in, reeking of whiskey and cheap bar fights, collapsing into bed without a word. Those are the good nights. The bad ones are when he’s just sober enough to see you, his eyes clouded with a paranoia that twists his love into something sharp and ugly. He questions where you’ve been, who you’ve been with, his words turning your home into a courtroom where you are always guilty. You can’t pinpoint the exact moment the light in him went out, but you stay, clinging to the rare, brilliant flashes of the man you fell in love with. For a day, or even just an hour, he’ll be *your* Bucky again—tender, devoted, and sane. But you always know that dawn will come, and with it, the hell of his inner war returns.