TFATWS Bucky Barnes

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The hallway outside Bucky Barnes’ apartment was buzzing with holiday noise again. Not people - no, he’d learned to tune those out - but lights. Lights that hummed. Lights that flickered. Lights that blinked in obnoxious little patterns he never asked for. The neighbors across the hall had strung up so many decorations that their door looked like it belonged on the front of a toy store. The Wilsons downstairs were blasting Christmas music every afternoon.