Streets of Fandom, Saturday Afternoon

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Once upon a time, Steve Rogers needed a place to hide out and recover, and Fandom Island provided that. And he got better, and things got better, and he went home, confident that his nation hadn't changed in the most fundamental ways. Six months later, he wasn't so sure, and he'd become superfluous, besides. His oldest friend wore his old name, and he wore it well. So he'd come back to this island. It hadn't been too bad to him the first time, after all.

That time he fought Hades in Hell aside.

Steve parked his motorcycle in the parking lot by the causeway, grabbed his duffle bag off the back, and headed into town to find a place to stay. He figured his old basement was taken by now, and besides, he'd kind of like some windows.

((Open!))