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And where do I fit. In a story that’s moved on.
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“People seem to overlook hard work these days, but someone’s always watching.” Offering the other a hand. “Steve.”
Maybe, maybe I’m just an old kook still worried about the past. Heh.
Mm, easy? Don’t entirely agree. Simpler? Definitely.
Back then, things were finite. Easy almost.
You have to do what you can. Thats the difference between you and them - - they’ll let orders and agendas dictate their moves, you choose your own.

Your courage is the best weapon you’ve got. Use it.
Pretty mean shot you’ve got there.
Back then, things were finite. Easy almost.
I hope not. I’ve been tracking small anomalies across the states - - I’m no Tony Stark when it comes to searching across data. But I haven’t seemed to miss yet.
Counting on you is easy, Nat. Always has been - -

- - just don’t let me slip up, yeah? [ A sigh. ] That’s melodramatic, but you get what I mean. .staying at a town nearby, seem like nothing may turn to something.
Funny. I promise this senior can cross the street on his own —- but having you in the corner of the ring doesn’t sound too bad to me either.
Sorry, Nat. Didn’t mean to.
Someone, I think. I can’t really tell yet, but I know where I’m heading is right direction.
C’mon now, I don’t run. But. .I dunno. Trying to find something.
Doing the best I can.
Gotta real. .can’t quite place my finger on it feeling on this town. Not sure what drew me here.
I'm holding up. You?
Only the relics know what really happened. Unfortunately we may be those relics now. .

. .How you holding up, Buck?
Only the relics know what really happened. Unfortunately we may be those relics now. .

. .How you holding up, Buck?
These museums never tell the full story anyway. Usually close, but never enough.
Trying not to. But you know what they say about the good o’l days.
Trying not to. But you know what they say about the good o’l days.
Trip down memory lane?
There’s an old history museum in this town. With cracks and aches that crawl up its sides and windows. Not many come through, but those that do are quiet and observant.

Just like he is now.
There’s an old history museum in this town. With cracks and aches that crawl up its sides and windows. Not many come through, but those that do are quiet and observant.

Just like he is now.
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Then the man adds quietly —-

“You 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 yourself ‘round here, 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙧. Town’s 𝙣𝙤𝙩 what it looks like.”
“It’s already more than this 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙣 has to offer.” He’d say, one last toothy grin.

“Anywhere open for food?” “Judy’s —- just down main.” The vet points with his thumb. “Thanks.” Steve says before standing again. “Be safe, 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙧.” Rogers would give him a nod, before making his way with his bag.
There’s a pause. Just the wind and the hollow sound of the highway. Steve kneels, digging into his coat pocket, a fresh 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 in hand. “I wish I had more for you.” Offering it to the man, whose gentle hand takes it 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮.
“Yeah.” Steve answers, but it’s harder to come up than it seems. Like burning 𝙘𝙤𝙖𝙡 blistering in his throat. “Where 𝙖𝙩 son?”

“𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 time ago.” Rogers says, and the dwindling neon light above begins to dim 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. “Ain’t they all?” The vet smiles beneath his beard.