: like magnetssummary
: Steve dies, and argues with God.excerpt
“I’m dead, aren’t I?” Steve asks, tilting his head at the being again.
Not-Erskine nods again. “You really weren’t supposed to make it this long…” He -- It -- They -- flick a hand behind them, and suddenly Steve’s life begins to play, flashes of memories, of faces, of things he’d done. They go quick, just blinks, mere nanoseconds in time as flicker across the white.