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Steve Coulson ([info]shieldbratboy) wrote,
@ 2013-03-28 09:55:00

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To the Future! (Steve and Sammy; 3,17)
Ears were ringing and eyes were blurry. Steve was just coming back to his senses after...something. What in the hell just happened? he had been delivering supplies to...somewhere? Where was he going? He wasn't on the helicarrier when...where was he? on the street in New York? No, that didn't sound right, it was too warm for that time of year.

"Ugggghhhh...what hit me and who can I sue," Steve muttered as he looked about, trying to get a handle on the situation. It looked almost like a lab room, considering just how clean and very...white everything was.


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