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Bucky ran his fingers through his hair. It was good to be back on Earth. Solid ground under his feet felt nice. Not that solid ground didn’t exist on his satellite...just the whole idea of it falling out of orbit made his stomach knot. The soldier slid down in his booth slightly, tapping his fingers on the table top as he waited. The waitress came by, handing him a cup of coffee with a smile on her face. He winked back and thanked her before he pour a fair amount of sugar into his cup.
“You’re late.”











