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In this reality, there’s no Falcon and the Winter Soldier.
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Sam started his jog later than usual. It was a nice, quiet run.
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Steve got through to Bucky. He needed time—his fractured mind and newfound freedom brought him to Bucharest. Steve hoped for his friend’s return someday.
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Sam stops by a fruit stall. He exchanges a glance with a man wearing a cap.
“How much for the plums?” Sam asks the vendor in Romanian, something he learned from his phrasebook. His vacation has been nice and quiet.
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Bucky opens his apartment door, a bag of plums in his hand.
