Dad's Old Junk
This had to be a joke. A really sick bad joke. By someone with balls the size of grapefruits. Kevin shook his head as he looked at the address in the text message again. This was it. Apparently he was supposed to meet, at a used car lot of all places, Captain friggin' America, Steve Rogers.
Hell with it.
He walks up to the nearest salesman. "Hey, apparently I'm supposed to meet Steve Rogers. Where's the video cameras?"
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