She's standing next to you at the bar.
A wave of men's fragrance washes your senses - cypress and bergamot, and leather - and something you don't recognise for now, but in time you will learn is the propellant produced by high-powered firearms. It's in her hair; it's on her skin.
[Original Female Character (Kit Medlock)/Female Reader]
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19 Jan 2018
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Companion piece to Excultus
05 May 2017
“Oh, hell no, don’t call him that, man,” Sam warned.
“Captain Fuck Off!” Barnes shouted over him. “Fight me!”
Steve didn’t know whether to laugh or just slink away. He managed to combine the two by pacing two steps and snorting instead. Like a bull.
“I’m gonna need you to calm your ass, Barnes,” Sam said as he went limp again, obstructing Barnes’s struggling under him. “This is so undignified. That is Captain goddamn America.”
“Captain goddamn America!” Barnes repeated, louder. And angrier.
Steve cleared his throat again. “I’ve been looking for you,” he told Barnes.
“I hope you brought lube this time!” Barnes shouted.
- Part 1 of Dishonor
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14 Jan 2018
“Get back!” Steve called over the roar of battle and blood in his ears. He couldn’t just stand there and watch some stupid civvie get himself blown up, but he was almost too stunned to move as he watched the man.
“Listen, pal,” the guy called over his shoulder, like he was walking in the goddamn park. The goddamn park was twenty blocks east, okay. “This is my city, too.” He walked with a hint of a swagger, or maybe it was a limp. Steve thought he was probably almost the same size as Steve was, but he looked bigger, what with the body armor he was covered in. Body armor. Novel idea, SHIELD, let’s give that a try next time, huh?
The man planted himself in the middle of the street and hefted the long, evil-looking rifle to his shoulder. He was calm and collected as the Chitauri’s shots rattled ever closer to his feet. Steve gaped. “What the hell are you?” he breathed out loud.
He cleared his throat. “Barnes?”
“Fuck off,” Barnes grunted, his voice muffled as he adjusted the mask he’d snatched from Fury’s dam bunker.
“After this I’d like to explain myself a little better. And offer you a job.”
“Fuck off,” Barnes said more emphatically, then followed Hill down the embankment.
Steve eyed Sam with narrowed eyes.
“He’s a kitten,” Sam told him reassuringly. “A fluffy, angry, kind of psychotic kitten.”
“I can hear you, assholes,” Barnes said over the comms.
“What if I told you I knew the world’s only consulting detective?” Eames asks.
“I’d ask what the fuck that is,” Arthur says, and Eames only answers with a huff of laughter.
- Part 1 of The Case of Arthur and the Nemesis
Heists, experiments, dreams and lies.
He feels Eames’ gaze sink into him. If they kissed now, Arthur thinks, he’d be giving him exactly what he wanted.
He thinks about doing it anyway and then hates himself. “I didn’t really think therapy sex was your style,” he says.
Eames’ lip curls up. “Oh, but I bet you’re used to being the exception, aren’t you, sweetheart?”