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Date: 2023-05-16 06:59 pm (UTC)He frowns at it for a second or two before realization strikes. Steve turns around in a slow circle, searching the ground near the bike, near the sidewalk, near Sam's front door -- there. He walks over and picks up the brick that's resting on the grass, nestled against the side of the house, and retrieves his bike's keys from beneath it. Steve looks down at them as those he's never seen them before, an aching pang of mixed hope and sorrow slicing through him.