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One Year On; Bucky
Topic Started: Oct 23 2014, 08:09 PM (326 Views)
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Date: September 25th
Time: 11.58am

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What a difference a year can make.

Her morning training was over and she had just signed out of the range and although she was pretty hungry, Jac was putting lunch off for the moment. The speedster was full of restless energy and it was making her pace and stomp around. Although her speed could take her most places in the world, Spitfire largely made the conscious decision to not skidaddle off to them at the drop of a hat. After all she was a ‘hero’ now, even if her rank and title did sit awkwardly on her at times. She wasn’t really expecting a call, but it was either hang around or go and hang around Sharon’s apartment where she still lived for the most part.

Greenville was pretty much a season ago now and some days, just seemed like a bad dream, like those Exodus had rained down on the world. But it had happened. And really, sometimes she didn’t even regret it. Brian was back, for one. And maybe what had happened with her and Bucky was something of a mess, it wasn’t as if Hyde had to do much work on her… aside from the whole creepy housewife angle anyway.

Taking a few laps of the Helicarrier deck, Jac looked up. It was a pretty nice day considering that...Her steps began to slow as it finally sank in what date it was and almost afraid to hope, the blonde began to slow even more before she picked her heels up again, shaking her head. It was silly and sentimental of her to even think about it.


"Keep going, we'll make less of a notice that way," came a voice at her side, not out of breath though she was running a bit faster than a normal person could keep up with. If she looked to her left, she would see she was being paced (mostly), by a man that was decidedly not normal or average.

Bucky was dressed casually, as casually as he ever did at least, jeans, running shoes, a black t-shirt, and a loose jacket with a Shield logo on the back, and a left sleeve that almost but not quite hid the difference in composition of the arm beneath it. He didn't look at Jac as he ran beside her, but if she slowed down, so would he.


Jac almost stumbled over her own feet as she let out a laugh. Really, she wasn’t that surprised. If anything, she was just glad, because where else should they be on that day, other than right there. “Why, who did you beat up this time to nick that jacket from?” she shot him a sideways glance. Maybe she was a little relieved that he had remembered too.

“So, I’m guessing you’re not supposed to be here,” she turned back to face the front, slowing a little to a pace that they would both be comfortable in for a few laps to come.


"Well, let's just say that it's good to keep one's skills sharp," Bucky smiled, still keeping his eyes forward. "There's only so much training I can do on a sharp shooter video game humilating Tommy."

She slowed down and he was grateful for it, though he made no outward signs of tiring. His stamina and speed were far superior to what they had been when he was just a man, but Jac was a mutant, a speedster, and there was no deny that he would never be able to keep up with her, not in this.

"I'm not expected to be here," Bucky said, with a shrug, and then and only then did he glance over at her, "But how could I miss the anniversary of the day I met my best friend?"


Grinning, she shook her head, her long blonde ponytail bobbing behind her with the movement. “You know, sometimes I’m convinced Tommy likes it,” but the joke was short lived as it was at the expense of someone not there, which made it far less fun. They kept pace until he spoke again and her cheeks turned red.

“Best friend? You met Steve out here?” it was an even poorer joke than her last one, but she wasn’t fishing by any means and she quickly went into a slight diversion instead. “Just as long as we don’t get a callout…” possibly not in the best humour considering what had happened last year.


"Steve's my brother," Bucky said, with a shrug of his shoulders, "My friendship with him... it's complicated, but it's not like our friendship, Jac. Steve and I will always and forever dance around what we have become thanks to science good and bad, and it's changed who we are to each other, to ourselves... You're the first one to look at what I am now and not see me as broken or damaged, probably because you understand what it's like to be undone and remade. Whatever happens between you and me at the hands of monsters like Exodus or Hyde, I'll never forget that, partner. You believed that I could find what I thought I lost forever."


For another moment she was silent, but the smile on her face was hard to ignore. “Seriously though, if I couldn’t accept you, how could I ever get better myself?” another few paces and she’d gone red again. “And that sounds worse than I meant it. I just...I dunno. I just knew. When I met you. Call it instinct.”


Bucky stepped in front of her quickly, so that she'd stop and he put his hands on her shoulders, "I'm not used to this, Jac, not anymore. Friends are a liability and relationships are a death sentence. People you care about can be used against you by your enemies." He glanced up at the shadows that were cast by the towers and eaves of the intricately designed Helicarrier, "I'm comfortable being the boogeyman, a ghost to fire a shot in the darkness, an unstoppable monster to rip my way through a city and leave a trail of death and destruction behind me. You helped me remember I am a human, a man, and showed me I could still be a good one. Thank you." He looked her in the eyes and said, "Don't shrug this off now. I mean it."


Skidding to a halt, she reached up and put her hands over his as he stopped her in her tracks. “I’m not shrugging it - okay maybe I am. But maybe its because I’m just scared. You’ve been inside my head. I’ve got the terrible habit of losing friends and I don’t want to lose you, ever...it’d just weird and complicated,” he’d been inside her head; he knew what she meant. Jac held hold of his hands a little tighter, then smiled faintly. “I always wanted to be a soldier when I was a kid, but I wanted to do it to help people and protect them. That got messed up along the way, but I’m on the track I always wanted to be now. I guess that makes you my guinea pig?” Spitfire’s grin grew bigger and she swayed from side to side, wanting to move again. “That’s a compliment, by the way. I think…Sorry. I’m not great at being held still...”


Bucky leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead, gently, "Not going to lose me, Partner. Never. Till the end of the line, remember? Not just a bit of poetry. True facts. You're stuck with me, like it or not."

He released her, and said, "Besides, you're the only one who knows about my addiction to Freddos."


Jac closed her eyes as he kissed her and would have been quite happy to stand there forever, but after he made his promise, he let her go and teased her instead. Embarrassed, she took a step away herself and a hand quickly snuck into a pocket and pulled out one of the purple wrappers. “Oh. I know. It’s the real key to keeping you happy after all.”


He took the candy and slipped it into his pocket, before he reached out and took her hand, "So, can I invite my partner out for a celebratory cup of sugar that passes for coffee these days?"


Taking hold of his hand, she gripped it firmly and rewarded him with a smile. “I guess so. Just as long as we don’t go anywhere near Russia, okay?”


"Sounds like a date to me," Bucky said, "This time, though, let's leave the helicarrier through the door. Jumping off the rail is so melodramatic, don't you think?"


“Fine, but you need to teach me the vent trick next time. I’ll hold you to it,” she poked him with her free hand, wishing he’d not used the word ‘date’ but not about to bring it up either. This was going to be a much better day than it had been last year, so the last thing she wanted was to make it awkward.


"It's a deal," Bucky smiled, "It's a deal."
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Letting go of Jac's hand, Bucky said, "Come on, I have something else in mind for us, so we'll take my bike. I parked it on the loading dock." He looked at her with mischievousness in his eyes, "And, none of this 'I can run faster than you can drive,' silliness from you, young lady."

Letting a smirk play across his lips for just a moment, he lead her on through the hatch into the helicarrier, heading down to the loading dock, a jutting platform at the bottom of the carrier, a couple hundred feet above the surface of the blue ocean, waves white tipped with the blowing of the autumn wind.


Her hand lingered for a moment before she dropped it, making a small face. “First you promise me coffee, then you call me silly for a statistical fact?” it was a joke though, and she didn’t mean anything badly by it. Jac herself didn’t drive, although she figured she’d be able to pick up the skill pretty quickly. She had just never needed to. Although, she could fly thanks to several years in the RAF cadets.

Following after him, she was curious though, the sensation increasing as she saw the motorcycle. “Wait. How did you get that up here?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest. It was no doubt asking a very obvious question but he seemed pleased with himself, so she was going to indulge him.


"I drove it," Bucky said, throwing a leg over the bike, and passing her his helmet. "Put that on," he said, "There's about half a dozen superpowered fellas who'll set on me if I so much as bruise you, and I am just not in the mood to have to fight today." He patted the seat behind him, "Up you go."


Taking the helmet, she opened her mouth to protest, then shook her head. “You know I’m not really dressed for going anywhere,” in fact, the speedster was still in her plain SHIELD uniform, so if nothing else she was good for going on the back of the bike. Jac was no stranger to riding pillion either; Joey had had a bike since he’d barely been old enough to and she’d been clinging to the back of it since she wasn’t even old enough to.

Strapping on the helmet, she stepped in closer and swung her leg over the back, settling in. Oh. Right… “Uh…” her automatic instinct was to hook her arms around Bucky, but would that be weird? “You’re going to be alright without a helmet?” she asked, busying herself with adjusting the strap so that she didn’t have to do anything else with her hands yet.


"You're dressed fine for where we're going," Bucky said, "It's not formal." She settled onto the bike and it barely moved with her weight, she was so slight of build. She asked about him and he knocked his metal fist on his skull, lightly, "Hard as a rock," he said, "I'll be ok." He glanced over his shoulder, and if he knew that she was feeling awkward about putting her arms around him, he didn't let on, "You're going to want to hold on," he said, "The first step is a doozy."

Then, he gunned the engines and the bike shot off the edge of the ramp, instantly plummeting towards the water below.


For a moment, Jac thought that she might be able to get away with clinging on to the seat and she was prepared to do so when Bucky kicked the bike into life and they shot forwards, towards the edge of the platform and right over the edge. Letting out a surprised shriek, she flung her arms out around him and clung on tightly, turning her head to the side so her cheek was pressed against the back of his shoulder and she could see out to the side.

“I swear if you drench me for a laugh…!” she yelled, trailing off as her voice was snatched by the rushing wind.


As her arms snapped around him, quick enough and hard enough that if he had been anyone else, he might've gotten a cracked rib for his prank, Bucky laughed, and flipped a switch on the bike's dash. Instantly, the wheels extended on long bars, and then rotated sideways, to become hovercraft propellers, and their fall stopped, mere feet from the water. He looked over his shoulder at her and said, "I would never."

He turned the bike and they screamed through the air, far far faster than on land, though probably much slower than Jac was used to. He snapped his goggles over his eyes and headed for the city, though their destination was the opposite direction from it in Richmond on Staten Island. He circled around the Statue of Liberty, low enough for the wind from the propellers to make a wake in the choppy water of the bay, but high enough to not endanger the tourists who clustered around the railings of Liberty Island to snap their pictures with their cell phones.

"Give a wave, Jac," Bucky urged, "We're spooks but we're far enough that they can't tell us from Adam."


“You so would,” she growled the response, although she was trying not to laugh which prevented her from being too fierce. The sensation of now flying left her almost breathless. “When the heck did you get this anyway?” Coulson’s flying car Lola was well known; you didn’t touch Lola. Apparently someone had left tootsie roll wrappers in the glove compartment once. They were still out in the Arctic station or so the story went.

Leaning back a little, Jac kept hold with one hand clinging tightly to the front of his jacket and waved with the other as they circled the Statue. “Show off!” they circled again, allowing the tourists to get in a few good snaps of them. “You’re so enjoying this, aren’t you?” she had to yell to be heard over the blades, but secretly she was enjoying it too.

“So where are we going?”


"I've got secrets not even the Psi-Corps can get out of me," Bucky crowed, when she asked how he got the bike, "Seriously though, there's a liberation in being both a ghost and a living legend. If you're smart you know which side to play and when to play it."

The showboating finished, he returned the bike to their proper course and headed to Staten Island, not far off, actually, the whole of New York state sometimes seemingly like nothing more than a group of densely packed islands. Before going to war, Bucky Barnes hadn't really explored much of the state he considered himself from despite being born in Indiana, and after the war... well, he'd seen more of the world than he could remember, but American soil had had a bad effect on him, causing his programming to break. His tracking Steve Rogers home to the US of A had been the first time in nearly fifty years he had set foot on his forgotten homeland.

"We're going to see a friend," Bucky told her, "I think it's good for us both to remember where we came from... and well, I think this friend will help with that." He brought the bike in for a landing, the wheels rotating back into position, on one of the piers that jutted out of the North Shore, slowing their speed to something far less attention drawing, as he did. "We have to stop off and grab him a coffee though. He likes that sugary crap the same as you."


He wasn’t going to give up the game about the bike that easily and Jac knew she’d not be getting anything out of him, so she left it be. It was worth the trip though and she carried on waving for the crowds as they went on by. “So who do you think we’re going to get mistaken for? Anyone cool? If I had a twitter account I’d check if we were trending,” okay, so it hadn’t taken much at all to soften her up at all. Typical.

The mention of going to see a friend perked up her interest as they changed direction. It wasn’t Steve, or at least she didn’t think it was. If they’d been seeing him, there would be no real secrecy act, right? They weren’t in the air for long before they were coming down. “We’re getting coffee? Won’t it make a mess in flight?” Unless they got a flask, but she was probably overthinking things.

Hopping off the back of the bike, she took the helmet on. “Do you want a cup of non sugary crap then?”


"We're not going to fly with the coffee," Bucky said, as he brought the bike to a halt in front of one of about a dozen Starbucks on the island, "He's meeting us over at the park," he said, with a nod towards the nearby patch of grass and trees. "There's a little memorial there for WWII vets, he likes to sit there and let the pretty young ladies come over and pay him tribute. Calls it a perk of being old and cute." Bucky rolled his eyes, theatrically, "Old soldiers."

As they entered the Starbucks, he casually pulled on a pair of gloves, to hide the differing composition of his hands, and he said, "Hopefully they'll just assume we're some sort of superhero, and they can make their own guesses for which ones."

He looked dourly at the menu of caramel and froth and said, "Just black coffee."


Opening her mouth a little, a shocked look at where they were and a hint at who they might be meeting. She had never been to the park, although she knew about the memorial. Call it a guilty conscience. But she hadn’t felt right going there while serving the Brotherhood and since then things had been complicated to say the least. The ‘old soldiers’ comment made her smile. Her Grandfather had always enjoyed making the most of his status at times, though he was mostly dignified about it. Unless the pretty young ladies wanted to hear about Captain America of course.

Hanging back a little as they headed into the Starbucks, she felt a little exposed. Right now she had about as much chance of being recognised as ever, but she suddenly felt under scrutiny. “I guess if I was taller I could pass for Agent Morse. Kinda…” Mockingbird was way better...rounded...than she was though, but her eyes were already on the menu.

“I think…” scanning the cake counter too, she gave the barista a smile. “Can I have a large black coffee, a large vanilla macchiato, but with extra vanilla and one of those cinnamon swirl cakes?” Glancing over her shoulder at Bucky, Jac chewed her lip. “What else should I get?”


"One of those pumpkin spice froup de dos, with whip cream, sprinkles and a drop of coffee," Bucky said, waving a hand at the menu, "Largest size, you got."

"Venti?" asked the coffee slinger, a pierced and purple haired creature with indeterminate sex and a bored demeanor.

“Is that the large?" Bucky asked.

"Yes."

"Then that's what I asked for, isn't it?"

The kid sighed and punched the buttons and asked, "What's your name?"

Bucky didn't understand what the hell his name had to do with anything but he said, "Jim." It was close enough, after all.

They paid and were instructed to wait with the other caffiene junkies in the corner and Bucky crossed his arms over his chest, mumbling, "I really hate this place."


Trying not to laugh at him, she patted his arm as they waited, holding the brown paper bag with her cake in. “Next time we can go to a nice quiet little tea shop some place. Preferably some place I don’t have to explain what I want when I want tea. They never get it right in these places; I’ve about given up.”

A line of other people came first; a skinny decaf latte for Anna, a grande mocha for Kristie, a soy chai latte for Eric… Jac was vaguely wondering if there was any correlation between names and orders when theirs came, Jim decorating each cup in sharpie along with a no doubt sarcastically drawn smiley face, and they could get out of the place. Stopping to put sugar in hers, she pushed a couple of sachets in her pocket along with a stirring stick, just in case. Now she was getting nervous.


"I'd rather go get a beer," Bucky said, taking the coffee cups, "Let's go before I punch someone." They exited and headed across the parking lot towards the park, stepping through the ring of trees. Ahead of them was a small but tasteful memorial, depicting a soldier on one knee, head bowed in prayer, or reflection. Above his marble head a pair of flags waved in the wind, the red, white and blue of Old Glory, and a smaller, less colorful banner, black and white, adorned with the silhouette of a man. The words "POW*MIA You are not forgotten" written across it.

Bucky, technically, had been considered MIA, considering his body had never been recovered, his KIA status only assumed due to the manner of his death. He felt for those guys still lost, still out there somewhere, and wondered if any of them had been like him, taken, transformed...

"There he is," he said, nodding to the little man sitting in the sunlight on one of the ornate benches that surrounded the memorial. "Recognize him?"


“Yeah but I don’t like beer,” she muttered, believing that he probably would punch someone if he spent too long in there. “Fine. Just as long as I don’t have to drink it…” Jac followed him, keeping pace despite the fact her feet itched to run around as always. The weather was being kind, despite the very slight chill in the air that came with late September. The next thing they knew, it would probably be snowing.

Stopping as they came up to the memorial, she stared up at it and almost didn’t hear Bucky. “What? Oh. Oh...” her cheeks burned red and she quickly turned away. “I’m not sure I can do this...I was a terrorist. And I knew what I was doing so don’t start that line on me,” her heart started to thud uncomfortably in her chest and her hands shook slightly as they held the coffee. What the hell was she even doing here with Bucky in the first place?


Bucky caught her arm with his free hand, and said, "Jac... it's ok. It's ok. He knows, already, and he doesn't care. Well, he cares... but not about that. I promise. If he can forgive me, he can forgive you." He glanced back and then said, "Besides, he's seen us, and is waving. You can't disappoint him by running off, can you? Look at his happy face."

Slipping his hand down her arm to catch her hand, "Come on. He's waiting, and you should never leave a Howling Commando waiting."
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Pulling Jac, gently, which was no easy task when a speedster, even one who weighed half his weight soaking wet, was hestitating, Bucky lead her down the bath to where his old friend was waiting. Jim Morita, out of Fresno, California, ranger with the Nisei Squadron, last of the non-enhanced Howling Commandos. One of the youngest members of the elite group, he was now a man well into his nineties, and though he was stooped and shriveled as a raisin, there was no tremor in his hands, still a twinkle in his dark eyes, and a full head of hair, though it was now as silver as a nickle. "Hmph," he greeted, his voice still strong, though with that slight bit of old age reediness to it, "took you long enough to get here, Barnes. I think you forget that sometimes that not all of us got a healthy dose of super soldier serum to keep us young and pretty."

"Sorry, old man," Bucky smiled, knowing that Jim wasn't really angry with him, "You're the one who insisted on this mug of sugar syrup with a drop of coffee in it."

Jim took the offered drink and said, "Maybe I'll put a shot of vodka in it, and you'll drink it, you red bastard."

Bucky's smile widened, despite what should have been anger at the surface-cruel taunt. "Don't you mean saki, Hirohito?"

Flicking his dark eyes to the super soldier, Jim was silent for a moment and then he broke into genuinely delighted laughter, "You're getting a sense of humor back, Barnes. I don't know if I like it."

Bucky joined the laughter and then said, "Behave. You're scaring my partner."

Jim turned to look at Jac, and he took a long, though not lascivious look. "Hmmm, last time I saw you, you were about four or five. Good to see that you didn't grow up to look like your grandpa." He extended a hand, soft now, but with an underlayer of roughness, a man who had worked and earned his keep in the world, but was now afforded the luxury of rest. "Jim Morita, such a pleasure, my dear. Barnes here can't stop singing your praises."


Clinging to the coffee with one hand, she allowed Bucky to pull her along by the other, still not really sure about this whole thing. Wide eyed, Jac stopped just behind her partner and listened to the exchange, feeling a little nervous and a little lost, but as soon as Jim started to laugh about the joke, she lost some of the tension in her limbs and relaxed, her lips twisting into a smirk as Bucky admonished the other man for ‘scaring her’. Yeah, right. He just didn’t want to fess up.

Reaching out, she took the hand and shook it back. “I remember, sort of. It was the V.E. day anniversary, wasn’t it?” she blushed a little as he said it was good she didn’t look like her Grandfather and she took a seat beside him. “No, I just wound up small and stringy instead. Sometimes I think they must have found me in the vegetable patch.” Jac didn’t give him her name; he knew it, but she went redder as Morita said how Bucky had been ‘singing praises’.

“Oh god, what has he been saying? I promise you, it wasn’t true. Like it wasn’t me who made off with the cake when I was five. Hand on heart.” Spitfire turned her head and looked up at Bucky fondly. “Really, call me a sap, but after everything...he’s the one who deserves praise.” Oh. She was so glad no one else was there to hear that. Mortified with herself, she stuck her nose in her coffee and slurped.


Jim listened to Jac's babble wide eyed, and as she began to slurp nervously at her coffee, he began to laugh. "Oh, she's definitely Monty's girl. Sentimental and embarassed about it."

"She's something else, isn't she," Bucky said, warmly, "and, no, Jac, I don't deserve praise. I almost let my past break me. You're letting yours make you stronger. There's a difference."

"Get a room, you two," Morita chirped, "I thought you were here to see me, not fawn all over each other."

Bucky nodded, "You're right. I thought she'd enjoy visiting with you, Old Man, hear some stories from the days of old."

Jim smiled, "Yeah? I think some of the best stories might scorch her ears."

"She's tougher than she looks." Bucky said, "Aren't you, Jac?"


“I’m Monty’s girl, aren’t I?” she grinned, still a little embarrassed by the ‘fawning’ but it was easier to roll with it. “But yeah...I’m tough as old boots, me. I’d like to hear a few stories that I haven’t heard. My Grandfather used to tell me plenty, and get into plenty of trouble with my mother for it too. Especially the time he taught me and my brother that drinking song before we went to cadet camp. I was only just fourteen so I suppose I can understand my mother’s horror but…” she shrugged and looked down at her cup, picking at the white plastic lid.

“Anyway, I’ve got plenty of stories of my own,” she looked up at the two men, a sly smirk on her face that softened a little, although she was still a little nervous. “I would like to hear them though, really.”


Jim and Bucky shared a glance and Jim said, "You were right about her."

"I told you," Bucky said, "Fury knew something, I guess."

"I guess he did," Jim said, his voice a little nostalgic, "Ok, how's about this, little Miss? For every story I tell, I expect you to tell me one back. Don't fret about the context of the story, or what side you were on. I've heard enough of Mr. Red Scare here's stories by now to have long gotten over any how dare you's or how could yous. War is hell, Jackie, and we end up doing a lot of things we aren't proud of afterwards." He took his seat back on the bench and patted next to him, "You sit next to me. Last time Bucky and I were sat together, someone thought he was goldbricking me out of my pension."

Bucky put his face in his hands, "That was not amusing, Morita."

"Like hell it wasn't," Jim laughed, "I should have been insulted that someone thought I would settle for just another pretty face." He winked at Jac, and said, in a loud whisper, "He's good looking, but dumb as a doorstop. Noticed that have you?"


Jac wasn’t sure what Bucky was ‘right’ about or what Fury was supposed to have known, so she shifted across to take the seat beside him, sipping her coffee some more, ready to listen. “Thanks…” It was a simple, slightly awkwardly spoken word, but she was glad for the lack of judgement. The speedster knew she’d had it pretty damn lucky in that department anyway, but it was still a weight from her shoulders to be reassured that she would not face any. “Although I hope you say that when I tell you what I did on top of a police car this one time,” okay, maybe that was totally unsuitable in its entirety, but handcuffing the one cop to the hobo lady’s cart had been pretty hilarious.

Her blue eyes slid sideways as Jim made a joke about Bucky. Wonderful. Trying not to blush, it was worth a laugh at any rate as it was pretty funny, along with the image of Bucky supposedly trying to goldbrick his fellow Howling Commando. “Aw, when you get to know him he’s alright. I just use small words. So, you don’t mind if someone thinks I’m swindling you then?” she glanced back at Jim and whispered loudly back. “Just don’t tell Bucky, he might get jealous on us.”


Bucky hiked a thumb over his shoulder, "Should I just go take a nap on the grass over there, or are you two done picking on me?" he said, not as upset about it as his words may have sounded, "Probably not the best idea to poke the former mindless merciless assassin, you know."

Jim smirked, "All right, all right, soldier, don't get your dainties in a bunch. We'll be good, right, Jackie?" he winked at the girl, mischievously, "It's too nice a day to quarrel anyhow."

So, they took their seats and they shared their stories, and things were not like the good old days, maybe, but this was a good new day, and that's what was important.
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