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[steverogers_cpt]

Steve was out for his daily run, silently doing laps around the Washington Monument. He didn't know how long he had been going or how many laps he had done. His mind wasn't on it. All he could think about was finding Bucky. Finding his best friend and helping him. No matter what.

After what turned out to be several hours, he came to a stop and stood, hands on hips, looking out over the reflecting pool. His brow furrowed in thought.

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