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"Writers gonna go offline for a little while due to travelling to a different country. But he'll be back"
-- entry.
Looking up, Steve found the weak @HYDRA_Arken in the centre of the room.
"I got ya, Son"
He said, moving swiftly to the --
-- still only wood. Taking a step back, Steve charged at the door, jumping and aiming his shoulder at it as he forced his --@HYDRA_Arken
-- around the complex, searching each room he came too.
After a short while he came to a large wooden door. Locked. But -- @HYDRA_Arken
-- in this facility.
When he arrived he found ample amounts of Hydra thugs that he could beat in to as he made his way -- @HYDRA_Arken
Replying to @HYDRA_Arken
Steve had fought hard to find this base. And he wasn't giving up now. Intel had told him that Hydra had been keeping someone --@HYDRA_Arken
-- He said, before the door began to open, and Steve saw @IronManWasTakcn standing in the door way.
"Scott..? It's a little late for --
-- up quickly. He could hear footsteps approaching.
Standing, the Captain began to approach the door before *Knock knock*
"Come on in" --
-- back into the world]
He laughed to himself slightly and shook his head.
"If only it were that easy..."
He muttered, before looking --
-- late? Early? Steve couldn't tell.
[You need to get a life, old timer]
He could imagine Romanoff saying.
[Find a pretty girl. Get --
-- picked up his bottle of water, siping from it as he sat down on a nearby bench.
He began to wonder how long he had spent here. Was it --
-- Ever since he found out... He had been distracted. And it had cost him dearly.
As he wandered across to the edge of the room, he --
-- wiping away beads of cool sweat from his brow.
His body ached slightly. He had been getting sloppy. Taking one too many beatings. --
-- gym facilities. It helped him to think. To remember.
Pausing slightly, he rubbed at his forehead with the back of his right hand, --
{Left. Left. Right. Left.}
Steve grunted slightly as he pounded his fists into a large sand bag. He often spent nights in the Avenger's --
Replying to @shieldnotsword
He nods at @ShieldNotSword
"I still don't completely understand this 'Tweeter' thing, Tony"

