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Name: Steve Rogers
Age: 34
Occupation: Farmer, single dad
Name: Peter Rogers
Age: 9
Occupation: student
Name: James Buchanan Barnes (Bucky)
Age: 20
Occupation: President’s son
Steve stepped out onto the porch, enjoying the silence than was there as the sun rose on the horizon. He’d have to get his kid up in a bit, but for now he was sipping his coffee. He heard his cows starting to move around, he let out a yawn before finishing his coffee, heading back inside. “Peter!” he called out “come on, you’ll miss the bus and I don’t have time to drive you to school today.” He heard a groan before the creak of his son’s bed. Peter came out yawning and went into the bathroom. Steve put his cup in the dishwasher before putting on his wellies. “If you need anything, I’ll be milking the cows.” Peter comes out of the bathroom, “mhm, morning dad” Peter shuffles into the kitchen, when he gets a bowl of cereal and starts eating. “Dodger” Steve calls, leaving the house. The dog chases after Steve.
Steve goes to the cattle shed and let them out, herding them to the milking parlour. He sees Peter heading down the road to wait for the school bus. He starts up the machine. Steve let the first row of cattle in, wiping their udders before attaching the milking equipment. He repeats this process until all the cows have been milked, he turns off the machine before hunting the cattle to pastor with the help of his cattle dog Dodger. Steve locked the gate when all the cattle went into the field. He saw the school bus passing waving to his son as it did.
Steve walked back up to the farm and feed the sheep, calves and pigs. He cleaned out their pins before moving on to laying down bedding for them. He washed the parlour floor before cleaning and liming the cattle shed. He heads into his house for cattle documents as he was selling a few calves to his neighbours Clint and Natasha. Their son Nate was friends with his son. He hears a car pulling up.
Steve walked outside the house, spotting Nat in the drivers seat and Clint in the passenger seat, a cattle trailer attached to their truck. “Clint’s been upgraded to Passenger Princess I see” Steve jokes. Nat laughs along. “Ha ha ha, fuck you Rogers” Clint replied. “So which cattle are ye planning on taking?” Steve asked “I have the cards here” Steve said holding up the blue documents. “We were thinking 584, 554, 562, 519, and 588” Nat said. “Steve flicked through the organised cards, picking out the cards that correspond to the last 3 digits from the 8 digits on the tags. “Here. Will we say €1750 for all 5?” Steve asked the couple. “That seems fair” Clint replied. Clint paid Steve via check while Steve and Nat got the calves into the trailer. “Did you hear that the president might be coming to our town ?” Nat asked Steve. “No, I didn’t. I didn’t think he’d come to this small town.” Steve responded. “You gonna go?” Nat asked. Steve ran his hand through his long slick back hair, “I don’t know. Maybe. Depends. How’s Nate? Flu gone yet? I didn’t see him on the bus this morning?” “Yeah, still down with it I’m afraid, but at least their not getting each other into any trouble.” Nat replied. “Yeah, right pair of trouble makers those two are” Steve laughed. They got the last calf into the trailer before closing it up. “you two want a cuppa?” Steve asked. “Nah, we better head back” Clint replied. “Alright see ya” Steve waved them off before going back into the shed and stacking the bales that had fallen. Suddenly his phone rang.
”Hello?” Steve said as he picked up. “Hello is this Steve Rogers?” asked the voice on the other side. “Yes this is him” Steve replied. “This is Sharron from Peter’s school. Unfortunately he had a small accident when he fell from the monkey bars, he said he heard a snap. We were wondering if it was possible for you to collect him?” “Yes of course, I’ll be there right away.” Steve hung up, shoved his phone in his pocket. He quickly made sure that all the calf pins were shut and the cattle were wired into the field before hopping in his truck, and driving to his son’s school.
Steve rushed into the school to see Peter sitting on a chair in the office, clutching his left arm, his bottom lip slightly spilt, a drop of blood on the edge of it. His eyes overflowing with the tears he refused to let fall. Steve rushed to his side, kneeling so he’s at eye level with his son. “Hey buddy, you ok” Steve asked softly, gently wiping the blood from his son’s split lip. “Hurts daddy” Peter said, his lip wobbling, a single tear slipping down his face. Steve kissed Peter’s forehead. “Let’s get you to the hospital, huh?” Peter nodded. Steve went to the receptionist “can I sign my son out please? Peter Rogers.” “Certainly” Linda replied.
Steve quickly signed Peter out, sat him into his booster seat and took him to the hospital.
At the reception Steve asked the lady at the front desk “Hi, excuse me, where’s your A&E?” The lady looked up at Steve, her Hazel eyes staring at him and the 9 year old silently sobbing in his arms. “Down the corridor, 4th door on your right” she replied deadpan. Steve headed down the corridor before bumping into a brunette man at a junction.
“Sorry” Steve said quickly, not looking at the man, focusing on re-adjusting his son in his arms. “You better be!” A rough voice replied “and it’s rude to not look at someone while fucking apologising!” The man snapped. Steve looked at him, his eyes cold. “I’m sorry, but right now I’m more concerned about my injured son than your fucking feelings, you self absorbed prick!” Steve brushed past the younger man, unaware this would not be the last he’d see or hear of him or of who this man actually was.