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heroic_jawline) wrote2025-05-26 10:31 am
heroic_jawline) wrote2025-05-26 10:31 am
Stark Tower but Small, Monday morning
Steve stared at his reflection in the mirror, running his hand over his now beardless jaw.
"Feels weird," he muttered, walking out of the bathroom and reaching for the jacket of his dress uniform. His eyes went across all of the ribbons, making certain none of them were out of place or crooked, then pulled it on and gave his reflection one final look.
"Tony?" he called out. "I'm heading to Arlington."
Now that he wasn't a wanted felon he was back on the speakers circuit for Memorial Day. He'd resent it, but he had too many friends to visit in that cemetery. Making nice with Ross for a half hour was nothing compared to their sacrifices.
"Feels weird," he muttered, walking out of the bathroom and reaching for the jacket of his dress uniform. His eyes went across all of the ribbons, making certain none of them were out of place or crooked, then pulled it on and gave his reflection one final look.
"Tony?" he called out. "I'm heading to Arlington."
Now that he wasn't a wanted felon he was back on the speakers circuit for Memorial Day. He'd resent it, but he had too many friends to visit in that cemetery. Making nice with Ross for a half hour was nothing compared to their sacrifices.