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Steve won’t rest, not until he finds him. Wait for me, he begs Buck. Whatever hell you’re in now, hold on, just a little longer, just for me


Today I can see all the way to the truth I’ll know at the end of the world.


He wants to bury himself in the musty sheets of this sad excuse for a bed until he wakes up back in Brooklyn, like in The Wizard of Oz.


Steve thinks that he can’t do it. He thinks that he can’t read them, and that he will shatter into a million pieces if he tries.


I still don’t understand what it was that she knew. I got my suspicions. I think she saw in me the thief and impostor she saw in herself.


“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” Bucky teases, fond, his dark eyes glittering and happy in the light of the fire.


Bucky whispers Stevie, so sweetly, like he aches all the way through his bones, all the way down to the meat of his heart


A mansion in the south of France; her unbelievable wingspan; the tilt of ferocious shoulders. Faceless and so many-faced. Just like Natasha.


So if we ever get out of this frozen wet hell we’re going out to the Grand Canyon. I tell you, I dream of the Grand Canyon.


I want you now, same as I wanted you before, prettier than hell even with a bloodied nose and split knuckles. Don’t care you were smaller.


“I leave off for a war and come back to see you baring your throat for the nation again. Huh? You ever learn?”


There are a bunch of stories in this world. I know this because I slept through every single one of them in school with you


“You were born in 1917. You always wanted to see the Grand Canyon.”


The closest I’ve ever been to the Garden of Eden is the genesis on the battlefield when the shrapnel’s still falling like hail on a tin roof


There’s no light except for the moon and stars, and it’s almost nice for a second, laying there on the ground


He would stand up anyway, again and again, and still he would be knocked down. Steve thinks maybe he’s forgotten how to get up again.


Somehow you don’t know it, but there’s no justice here, not anymore.


Morita raises his glass first, as it’s always Morita, whose voice will not crack, and who has different words each time.


I’m not worth much, I damn well know that, but I’ll ask you anyway: Stay for me.


“I learned the word — bisexual. Is that correct?” “It is,” Steve says. It’s the first time he’s said it out loud.


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