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- posted: November 18 @ 10:03am
He was left bleeding on the valley floor in an old leather bag. An identity buried and forgotten. Ashamed. A reminder of our every imperfection. He went back decades later, after Bucky had died - and the effects of his transformation fading; and kept it like a thorn scratching on his ribs. It no longer bled.
Then it happened ...
Then it happened ...















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