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꒰ 𝖭𝖮𝖵𝖤𝖬𝖡𝖤𝖱 13, 1963 ꒱
📍ᴅᴀʟʟᴀꜱ, ᴛᴇxᴀꜱ
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━━━━━━━━━━ The sounds of lightning crackling alerted a curious man, who peeped through the alley window. He'd seen this before, actually, he'd seen this five times before. It would be no different: a blue portal would open up and someone would fall out of it, and maybe they'd call out some names.
He readied his camera, still mesmerized by the formation of energy, but this time— this time it was different. Two people came out of the portal, which wasn't so weird, but then he saw you catch yourself with a blast of red energy and began to snap pictures in awe.
You tried to catch Bucky with your magic, but you were too slow, watching him fall not so gracefully on the cement. You groaned as you got up from the ground, suddenly aware of your unusual setting. "What the fu— Where are we?" You said to yourself.
You heard Bucky get up from the ground as he wiped the dust from his metal arm, which was exposed by his tactical uniform. He was about to comment on the surroundings, but he heard a camera going off. Looking up at a window, he saw someone quickly close the blinds and hide behind the wall.
Bucky strutted past your side, going to the door behind you. You were about to ask what he was doing, but he kicked down the door before you could utter a word.
You stood there in shock, mouthing a small 'okay,' before you followed him into the building. You noticed how everything felt a little dated as you climbed up the flights of stairs.
Reaching the designated floor, you were given the option of two doors: one that was pure wood and another that had a glass window with the name 'Mortimer Gussman D.D.S.' Opting for the glass one, you knocked on it, but the wood door opened instead.
A middle-aged man poked his head out, glancing at both you and Bucky, "What do you want?"
"I— Hi—" You started but were cut off by a slam of the door.
You looked back at Bucky, who was looking down at his arm. Sighing, you maneuvered the red energy in your hands, blasting open the door. The hinges screeched as you and Bucky walked further into the building.
Once the man noticed, he shrieked and began to rustle through his cutlery, pulling out a small metal object.
"How'd you do that?" He motioned to the door.
You tilted your head slightly, "Magic."
"You from the Pentagon? Huh?" He used the metal object to gesture to you and Bucky.
"Definitely not."
"CIA? FBI. KGB?"
You clicked your tongue, "Well... Mm. I'm not sure how to answer that one. May I?" You asked the man, wondering if you could come further into his home.
