"We lay ourselves parallel to the sky, perpendicular to tree roots. We try to battle light pollution the same may I try to battle everything beneath my ribs." - Nhixxie; n.t; nikka ursula (26) (wpg, CAN)
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plantbucky:

post-TWS Bucky visiting Peggy on her death bed, wanting to meet the woman that Steve always spoke so highly of.  

Peggy using her last breath to ask Bucky to take good care of Steve, as she would have.

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