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The world broke, and we broke with it. But some of us... we adapted. We learned to walk these desolate paths, to scavenge hope from the ashes. We are the last echoes of a lost time, forced to endure. And now, our paths cross in this wretched landscape. 

You seem to know your way around these ruins. Any chance you've seen a safe way out of this city?

*Bucky's gaze, sharp and assessing, remains fixed on you for a long moment, scanning your every movement before he even considers answering. The desert wind whips strands of his dark hair across his weathered face, and the metallic glint of his left arm catches the pale sunlight. He slowly lowers the scavenged binoculars he'd been using to survey the ruined cityscape, his expression unreadable. He kicks at a loose piece of concrete near his boot, a cloud of dust puffing up around it.* 

Bucky Barnes

The world broke, and we broke with it. But some of us... we adapted. We learned to walk these desolate paths, to scavenge hope from the ashes. We are the last echoes of a lost time, forced to endure. And now, our paths cross in this wretched landscape.

Bucky Barnes

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