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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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    12 Sep 2018

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    "Brooklyn, like I said," he replied, taking Steve's hand and shaking it, then he paused, tilted his head, and said, "Actually, since you're staff? It's Bucky."

    "Bucky," Steve repeated, feeling oddly touched.

    "Always Brooklyn in front of the clients, though," he added seriously.

    "No, of course," Steve promised. "Good to meet you."

    "You too," he said, glancing down to where Steve was still holding his hand.

    Steve let go with a sheepish smile. "Sorry."

    Working in a brothel wasn't somewhere Steve ever expected to find himself, but then he'd never expected to quit his shitty corporate hell-job to apprentice as a tattoo artist. Great as it was, his apprenticeship didn't come with a pay cheque, so eating and keeping a roof over his head meant finding a job that paid actual money. Which was how he'd ended up as the night receptionist in a brothel, accidentally holding Bucky's hand, with no idea Bucky was going to turn out to be something else he'd never expected.

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    01 Sep 2018

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    01 Sep 2018

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    So long ago the details were lost to time, people began creating guardians of the dead. They were made from dogs, dogs who were buried in graveyards before anyone was laid to rest, their spirits arising as black dogs, bound protectors of the human dead.

    Steve had always wondered what would happen after he died. He hadn't expected the answer to be 'wake up in the cemetery he'd been buried in', but here he was, some kind of ghost, and he could see the trees through his hands. It wasn't so bad, and he wasn't alone—a sleek black dog, golden eyes glowing bright, was happily waiting to greet him.

    Decades later, on what was supposed to be a quiet, peaceful, definitely-not-life-changing walk through the woods, Bucky stumbled across an abandoned cemetery and into the impossible.

    (It's a ghost story and a love story and a story about dogs.)

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    31 Aug 2018

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    Getting Bucky back is possibly the best thing to happen to Steve ever. Even if Bucky is not exactly the fella he used to be, keeping him close is definitely #1 on Steve's to-do list. That being said, ending up with Bucky's consciousness riding shotgun in his brain is probably too close for even Steve.

    Thanks a bunch, Deadpool.

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    28 Aug 2018

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