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And where do I fit. In a story that’s moved on.
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C’mon now, I don’t run. But. .I dunno. Trying to find something.
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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
I'm holding up. You?
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Only the relics know what really happened. Unfortunately we may be those relics now. .

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

. .How you holding up, Buck?
zimniysoldat.bsky.social
These museums never tell the full story anyway. Usually close, but never enough.
bastionarc.bsky.social
Trying not to. But you know what they say about the good o’l days.
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Trying not to. But you know what they say about the good o’l days.
zimniysoldat.bsky.social
Trip down memory lane?
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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.
bastionarc.bsky.social
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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bastionarc.bsky.social
Then the man adds quietly —-

“You 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 yourself ‘round here, 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙧. Town’s 𝙣𝙤𝙩 what it looks like.”
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“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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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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“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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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.
bastionarc.bsky.social
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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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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“Guess I’m lucky.” Steve answers, he’s cold —- and he can’t tell 𝙬𝙝𝙮. There’s sorrow that builds in his chest, like a punch that keeps 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜.

“Guess you 𝙖𝙧𝙚. Not a lot of luck left around here.” The stranger says, covering a cough between 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨.
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There’s a man sitting out front, wrapped in a Marine-issue blanket, eyes half-closed against the 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙. A Styrofoam cup 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨 between his boots.

“Ain’t seen a bus stop here in a while,” he says, in a voice rough as 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡
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A veteran’s shelter sign flickers at the edge of the main road —- 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙉'𝙎 𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙎 —- 𝙑𝙀𝙏𝙎 𝙒𝙀𝙇𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀. The door’s chained. The windows are dark.
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Nebraska is cold —- damn cold.

This small town feels like an isolated event, as if the world around it kept turning while they stayed put. And for a mere second, he feels like he’s looking at himself.
bastionarc.bsky.social
𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈. (solos/character arcs)
bastionarc.bsky.social
Nebraska is cold —- damn cold.

This small town feels like an isolated event, as if the world around it kept turning while they stayed put. And for a mere second, he feels like he’s looking at himself.
bastionarc.bsky.social
An independent portrayal of Marvel’s

𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉 𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙍𝙄𝘾𝘼.

18+. MDNI.
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