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Title: Freshwater Memories
Author: [archiveofourown.org profile] superheroresin
Rating: E
Word Count: 50,698
Summary: Steve hasn’t been back to his family’s cottage for years, ever since the car accident took both his parents and his childhood memories. His therapist seems to think it’s a good idea for him to get out of the city for a while, so Steve decides it's time to fix it up. He remembers a lot of things when he’s finally arrives, smells the fresh grass, hears the whisper of the trees, and the familiar warmth of a home away from home. The river outside is familiar too, only Steve can’t quite remember the imaginary friend he invented from it, when he needed one the most.

The river remembers him though, and will be damned if it watches his old friend sulk in loneliness instead of play with him, like he used to.


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Title: Into That Good Night
Author: [archiveofourown.org profile] Nonymos
Rating: E
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence - please heed the additional tags!
Word Count: 73,540
Summary: Steve Rogers has lived for entirely too long—long enough to see the world's end. The heroes are gone, and the Earth is pushing what's left of mankind towards the exit.

But when a makeshift team rises from the ashes, when a mysterious presence all but drags Steve there, he begins to think there may be hope yet. As they shoot for the stars one last time, Steve will get proof yet again that the future is nothing if not an echo of the past.




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Title: Once you've fallen from classical virtue
Author: [archiveofourown.org profile] lanyon
Rating: M
Word Count: 4,588
Summary: And, yes, there, leaning against the kitchen table, cradling a mug of coffee between two massive hands, is his blonde mystery man.
 
“I know this is going to sound strange,” he says, immediately. “But I don’t suppose you know who I am?”
 
The blonde man blinks and the corners of his mouth turn down. “Damn. I was hoping you could tell me who I am.”




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