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They were about fifty miles from Atlanta when Sam stirred and yawned awake in the passenger seat. “Morning,” Steve said: the sun had come up, but the two-lane road was still pretty empty, a little morning mist hanging low over the asphalt and in the trees.!fic, site:archiveofourown, fandom:captainamerica, rating:explicit, pairing:steve.rogers/sam.wilson, pairing:james.”bucky”.barnes.&.steve.rogers, ~author:astolat, note:series, series/universe:marvel:maybehomeissomewherei’mgoing, trope:roadtrip
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They were about fifty miles from Atlanta when Sam stirred and yawned awake in the passenger seat. “Morning,” Steve said: the sun had come up, but the two-lane road was still pretty empty, a little morning mist hanging low over the asphalt and in the trees.!fic, site:archiveofourown, fandom:captainamerica, rating:explicit, pairing:steve.rogers/sam.wilson, pairing:james.”bucky”.barnes.&.steve.rogers, ~author:astolat, note:series, series/universe:marvel:maybehomeissomewherei’mgoing, trope:roadtrip
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