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    Clint's after-Grindr mornings don't usually go like this, but he's not complaining.

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    31 Mar 2021

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    Clint frowns harder, blinking awake to see the face of… James. His name is James. Grindr James. Absurdly handsome James with the tattoos and the beautiful ass. That James.

  2. Public Bookmark 14

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    “This is the last time,” Clint said as soon as he wrestled free of his thermal shirt.

    “Yeah,” Bucky agreed from below, on his knees, hands gripping Clint’s bare ass cheeks and mouth pressed to that spot on Clint’s hip that made his shiver and moan and try to decide if he wanted more or less sensation there.

    “Last time. Absolutely.” Bucky ran his teeth over the hickey he’d left there yesterday, still so fresh and tender that Clint made a sound he hoped the apartment across the hall wrote off as like… the television or something.

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    28 Dec 2020

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    “Nope. I just like to make people feel good.” He stressed the last word, turned his face so it was breathed against Clint’s neck. “I like it when they’re good for me.”

    That-

    It-

    He couldn’t just-

    “You wanna be good for me, Clint?” Bucky asked, breath so fucking hot he was probably scorching the skin on Clint’s neck. “You wanna be my good boy?”

    Clint’s hand slipped.

    The world was suddenly crashing into motion again, and the sink was-

    Filled with bubbles and the scent of citrus and pine, and the bubbles were turning pink? What the fuck?

    “Jesus,” Bucky snarled. He grabbed Clint’s hands, pulled them out of the water and-

    Oh.

    Shit.

    That was a big ass cut across his left index finger.

    That-

    That was a cut that ran the entire length of his index finger.

    It started as a thin line, just a red trail, but as Bucky held Clint’s hand above the water, away from the heat and the wet of it, blood welled up from the cut and-

    Wow.

    That was-

    That was a lot of blood.

  3. Public Bookmark 16

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    Sometimes, you lean against a brick wall outside a coffee shop to take a selfie with your coffee, and nothing happens. It’s highly unlikely, after all, for a wall to be anything other than what it appears to be.

    However. Were you to be in, say, Bedford-Stuyvesant, you might find a wall less committed to that state of being. Having been graffitied with the outlines of a door some weeks prior, this particular stretch of wall is having an identity crisis. Which wouldn’t matter, except that this is the patch of wall Clint Barton leans against for a coffee break.

    More accurately, this is the patch of wall Clint Barton falls through.

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    25 Dec 2020

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    Perhaps this is just a slightly different New York where the only difference is that Reagan lost his election or the US bought Nova Scotia instead of Alaska. Maybe this is a world where every important life event takes place in a coffee shop. Maybe—

    “How can I help you today?” Clint looks up and finds the register manned by a squid-faced monstrosity, countless tentacles making tea and heating pastries and drawing elegant latte-foam squids. “Sir?” says the cthulhu, directly into his mind. “We have a buy one, get one pastry special today. Are you interested?”

  4. Public Bookmark 9

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    Clint’s done worse things than let Natasha know that she's hot and turns him on via emojis. Like agreeing to the rule 'no romantic feelings' when they started sleeping together, which is the dumbest thing Clint has ever done in his life.

    Except he sends the message to Bucky by mistake.

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    25 Dec 2020

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    “Wait, isn't that your hoodie?"

    "Yeah," Clint says. He takes another drink of coffee to hide his expression while he composes a straight face. "I mean, I told my girlfriend that I think she’s hot and I got nice things?"

    Kate stares at him for a minute.

    She looks back at the stage and it’s silent for a while longer as they both contemplate the dancers and sip their coffee.

    “I can honestly say this is not how I saw this going,” Kate says eventually. “But I’ll take it.”

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    “I know I spent a while frozen in the arctic,” Steve said as he slowly reshut the driver’s side door and stepped back to take in the view. “So I guess I haven’t had a chance to see everything here in the future. But I was not expecting a Bavarian-themed Taco Bell with the KFC guy standing out front wearing lederhosen.”

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    18 Dec 2020

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    “So what are the odds,” he asked, listening to the jolly voice sing about bullying animals, “that we didn’t pull a bunch of secret Hydra files out of that base? How likely is it we just found someone’s holiday vacation plans?”

    Natasha was still scowling at the treacherous musical doormat, grim-faced. “Getting more and more likely by the second,” she admitted.

    Steve nodded. “If it turns out you have been giving me shit for three weeks about accidentally blowing up a bunch of Bavarian getaway flyers, I am never going to let you forget it.”

    “If it turns out we’ve spent a week in this town staying at a place with a waist-high wooden shoe on display because we thought an advertisement for fudge in Michigan was actionable Hydra intel,” Natasha replied, viciously cheerful, “I’m going to kill us both anyway to put us out of our misery, so I guess I won’t have to put up with you for long.”