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newredshoesOhmygosh, insta-rec here. Stunning, stunning, stunning.
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kvikindi (1068 words)
"My father helped defeat Nazis. He worked on the Manhattan Project." A look at Howard Stark and the atomic bomb, and technology, and his war, and light in the Arctic. Really gorgeous, unnerving prose, an unsettling ending; great character piece.
Howard thought there was something familiar about this. He listened to the jangling of medals. The generals shifted, nervous with sweat— July in New Mexico— dust rattling on the dirt floors— and bent forwards, blinking. "Did it work? Did it work?" Like kids at a magic show. He flashed back to Rogers' body, produced from its machine like a coin from behind the ear.
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"My father helped defeat Nazis. He worked on the Manhattan Project." A look at Howard Stark and the atomic bomb, and technology, and his war, and light in the Arctic. Really gorgeous, unnerving prose, an unsettling ending; great character piece.
Howard thought there was something familiar about this. He listened to the jangling of medals. The generals shifted, nervous with sweat— July in New Mexico— dust rattling on the dirt floors— and bent forwards, blinking. "Did it work? Did it work?" Like kids at a magic show. He flashed back to Rogers' body, produced from its machine like a coin from behind the ear.
