The Birth and Death of a Legend |
The Birth and Death of a Legend
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May. 19th, 2009 @ 09:05 pm
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From: | cap_a |
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May 20th, 2009 05:19 am (UTC) |
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“I’m not the Pope,” Steve replies.
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From: | wwii_hero |
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May 20th, 2009 05:20 am (UTC) |
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“You’re not? Whew! I’m absolved! Listen, a guy’s gotta do what he can to make a buck in this world, right? Let me buy you a lunch in our lovely mess hall…” He pauses, waiting for an introduction.
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From: | cap_a |
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May 20th, 2009 05:21 am (UTC) |
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“Rogers. Private Steve Rogers,” Steve replies.
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From: | wwii_hero |
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May 20th, 2009 05:21 am (UTC) |
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“James Buchanan Barnes at your service,” the teen replies. “But everyone calls me Bucky if they know what’s good for ‘em.”
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From: | cap_a |
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May 20th, 2009 05:22 am (UTC) |
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“You’re that camp mascot I’ve heard about?” Steve asks.
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From: | wwii_hero |
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May 20th, 2009 05:23 am (UTC) |
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“Mascot?” Bucky asks, offended. “Mascot! What’m I… a puppy dog? I provide an invaluable clerical service to this base, and in turn, the entirety of the United States Army, mister. Now let’s eat it or beat it!”
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