That night Steve went to sleep.
He didn't worry.
He wasn't scared.
He thought of Natasha.
And that night he had a sweet dream.
If only he could remember what it was in the morning.

That night Steve went to sleep.
He didn't worry.
He wasn't scared.
He thought of Natasha.
And that night he had a sweet dream.
If only he could remember what it was in the morning.
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