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    Just a whole bunch of unrelated stupidness

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    Natasha stops by on a Tuesday, early enough in the morning that it would have been late by Steve’s old standards. Now, though, it takes him nearly three minutes just to limp to the door, yawning, and when he opens it he has to lean heavily on the doorframe.

    “Hi,” Natasha says, over the beginnings of birdsong. She’s not alone. “Can we come in?”

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    07 Dec 2018

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    In a broken city, there is a broken man that fixes broken bots.

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    07 Dec 2018

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    All Our Systems Dreaming by Vera (Vera_DragonMuse)
    In a broken city, there is a broken man that fixes broken bots.

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    Missus Margaret Graves, we regret to inform you of the death of your brother, Mister Perciv
    Clippy, I know it’s been a long time but please come home. We need you here, more than ever. I miss
    Margaret,
    I have your brother’s wand and the personal effects of his office. Come pick them up at your leisure.
    Seraphina Picquery,
    Madam President, MACUSA
    P.S.-I’m terribly sorry, Maggie.

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    29 Nov 2018

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    The Weeds Grow Up by FeoplePeel

    Missus Margaret Graves, we regret to inform you of the death of your brother, Mister Perciv
    Clippy, I know it’s been a long time but please come home. We need you here, more than ever. I miss
    Margaret,
    I have your brother’s wand and the personal effects of his office. Come pick them up at your leisure.
    Seraphina Picquery,
    Madam President, MACUSA
    P.S.-I’m terribly sorry, Maggie.

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    "He is not granted everlasting life. He is not even given the assurance of a happy mortal one. But it will be this, the immortal promises him, dropping his plea into the hands of the Fates like a drop of water, rippling through a pool, always.

    Again, and again, and again."

    Patrochilles Reincarnation Road Trip AU, modern day, set in the western United States.

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    23 Nov 2018

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    And maybe that’s what they’re running from. Those ghosts. That minefield. The suffocating pressure to live up to who they used to be when who they used to be has now become stale, recycled words in textbooks and museums and clickbait online articles. Captain America and Bucky Barnes may be American heroes, relics of a time when patriotism ran deep and values were wholesome, but they are also people who lived and breathed and died to live and breathe again.

    They fuck off to the coast, trying to put as many miles between them and D.C. as possible. New York is loud and claustrophobic at the best of times, but California has the open skies and roads that make Steve ease a little more into his skin.

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    23 Nov 2018

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    where the days are longer by endofadream

    And maybe that’s what they’re running from. Those ghosts. That minefield. The suffocating pressure to live up to who they used to be when who they used to be has now become stale, recycled words in textbooks and museums and clickbait online articles. Captain America and Bucky Barnes may be American heroes, relics of a time when patriotism ran deep and values were wholesome, but they are also people who lived and breathed and died to live and breathe again.

    They fuck off to the coast, trying to put as many miles between them and D.C. as possible. New York is loud and claustrophobic at the best of times, but California has the open skies and roads that make Steve ease a little more into his skin.

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