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under stars chilled by winter

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“No problem, doll!” His face split into a wide grin.  “I ain’t no hero, just did what anyone would have done when faced down with that evil sonuva… goose.”  

“You don’t understand!” Jane gushed.  “That bird – and I hesitate to call it that, but for lack of a better term, I do – has terrorized me every single day on my walk home through this park… I’m Dr.  Jane Foster… “ She held out her hand.  “And you are…?”  

“James.  James Barnes…” He replied, taking her hand and shaking it firmly.  “Resident… goose wrangler, I guess.”