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𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 1h

Maybe, maybe I’m just an old kook still worried about the past. Heh.

𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏 * @lines-end.bsky.social · 10h

Mm, easy? Don’t entirely agree. Simpler? Definitely.

𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 12h

Back then, things were finite. Easy almost.

𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 11h

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.

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𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 12h

Pretty mean shot you’ve got there.

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𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 12h

Back then, things were finite. Easy almost.

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𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 12h

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.

𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 4d

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.

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𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 6d

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.

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𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 6d

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.

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𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 6d

C’mon now, I don’t run. But. .I dunno. Trying to find something.

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𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 6d

Gotta get moving.

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𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖬𝖠𝖱𝖳𝖨𝖠𝖭. @eidolonmind.bsky.social · 7d

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𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 7d

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.

‎ @zimniysoldat.bsky.social · 7d

I'm holding up. You?

𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 7d

Only the relics know what really happened. Unfortunately we may be those relics now. .

. .How you holding up, Buck?

𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 7d

Only the relics know what really happened. Unfortunately we may be those relics now. .

. .How you holding up, Buck?

‎ @zimniysoldat.bsky.social · 7d

These museums never tell the full story anyway. Usually close, but never enough.

𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 7d

Trying not to. But you know what they say about the good o’l days.

𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 7d

Trying not to. But you know what they say about the good o’l days.

‎ @zimniysoldat.bsky.social · 7d

Trip down memory lane?

𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 8d

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.

𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 8d

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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𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 8d

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𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 8d

That night —-
Judy’s Diner.

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PARKER. @guiltrldden.bsky.social · 10d

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𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 8d

Then the man adds quietly —-

“You 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 yourself ‘round here, 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙧. Town’s 𝙣𝙤𝙩 what it looks like.”

𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 8d

“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.

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𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 8d

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.

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𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 8d

“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.

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𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 8d

Again, he’s caught in the wind. The feeling of 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 crawls up his spine and plays with the gentle blonde hairs at his 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠. “You serve?” the vet asks then, breaking Steve from the foxhole of 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜.

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𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 8d

𝙍𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 looks down at him —- maybe mid-forties, though the years have 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 on him. The kind of 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 that doesn’t know what to do with itself anymore.

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𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎. @bastionarc.bsky.social · 8d

The man nods toward the empty shelter. “They 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 it last winter. Said the funding went to ‘𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙨.’ Never saw ‘em.”

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