The End.
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His world already ended... on that train in the Hindu Kush snowy mountains when he watched... him... fall into the rocks below... or so Steve thought. When Steve was placed back home after his final tour; the pandemic that stained the world turned into something like that of a horror movie. Years after "The End", the rich rose up in alliance to the new world order and claim control over the poor in their respective territories. Secrets are exposed and everything from the old society humanity was used to was now gone completely when Hydra took over as the world super power. Something needed to be done. There was no way Steve could allow someone like the people of Hydra stay in power. He needed to get them out before it was absolutely too late. He was just lucky he wasn't the only one out there that felt the same way. _____ Hello! This is a non-power Au for the Avengers with a lot of twists , add-ons and take-aways from multiple different stories. I've gotten a lot of inspiration from different books, movies and shows and am trying to make it into my own thing. Any constructive criticism is always welcome. Thanks for giving my little story a chance! -Bee :)
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Let's say you had the power to save everyone you've ever cared about and more. Let's say that you could have a do-over every time you lost, every time you messed up, every time you missed something. Let's say that you could have another try anytime, but you had to die to have it. At first, you're happy about it; nothing can stop you. "Just one more time." Then, after a few times, it gets old. Your joints ache and you're tired, and no one around you knows why because you're the only one that remembers. "Just one more." Eventually, you want to give up. You know what death feels like, now, and you've experienced it far too many times than any person should. But now you know everyone by name, by eye color, by voice, by the sound they make when they drop to the floor. You can't just leave them to fend for themselves. "Just one more..." You're done. You've had it. You cry into your pillow, wondering if the curse will ever end. You've lost count of how many times you've tried again. Then you think of those people you had tried to save; they would die without you. You would have blood on your hands. So you pull yourself together and put on a smile. You pretend it's the first time, and you walk through the door like the future is ahead instead of today. And then you say, "Just one more day." "One more day."

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