"We are writers, my love. We don't cry, we bleed on paper"
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An ordinary human being, hoping one day, to get enought motivation to write all of the ideas.
Until then, the young writer will offer the sacred ideas to any passenger of this ship.
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Everything old was modern at some point. Howling Commandos were once a group of remarkable heroes, they fought for what they believed was right, they fought for their family, their freedom and love for their country.
As time passed, new heroes and vigilantes took their place. The memory of Howling Commandos got further and further away. But their memory was carried on by their children.
This is about Augustus Falsworth, the great grandson of Brigadier James Montgomery Falsworth.
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Augustus had always been awfully dimid, quiet and gentle. Having lived most of his young life with his strict, honest and blunt grandmother, he grew up to be a gentleman.
He was just a human.
Until the day he had to say his farewells to his caretaker, the only person who he had left.
Steve Rogers was a man of his word, and if it meant finding his old friends orphaned son in a city that was filled with crime,
Then so be it.
What he might not have been expecting, was to find a tired, dirty young man who liked Bon Jovi, reading about plants and having amazing combat skills at that.
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