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  1. Public Bookmark 9

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    The thought of telling anyone his monster’s name - of that incredible intimacy, that pang of truth, the knowledge that another human being knows the name of your soul - it’s horrible to contemplate. It’s like standing at the edge of a precipice and deciding to jump.

    People, as a rule, tend not to jump.

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    10 Sep 2016

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    Every man has three names.

    There’s the name he tells when he meets people - Alex, Aaron, John. Simple names. Identity in a handful of syllables.

    There’s the name he gives his soul - Prowl, Hush, Aedan. Secrecy, the guarding of his heart.

    And then there’s the true name of his soul - Hunger. Hunger. Recklessness. Something unchangeable and undeniable, something at his very core that cannot be pushed away or altered.

    Every man has three names, and often one dies with him.

    Not always.

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    Clint's a regular effing Robin Hood, who moonlights as being a pain in SHIELD's side. Phil's the Agent tasked with catching him. Why do things never go like they're supposed to?

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    4 Sep 2016

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    Chicken tandoori?”

    “No I do not want your chicken tandoori,” Coulson grumbled, before heading into his kitchen. He took one long look at the contents of his fridge, and then sighed. “Yes I want your chicken tandoori.”

    “Good,” Clint said, and grinned. He may have cleaned out the leftovers from Coulson’s fridge before ordering in. He wanted to make sure Coulson would eat with him, is all. Also the ‘food’ in there seemed to be teetering on the verge of spontaneous evolution.

    “I should arrest you,” Coulson said as his fingers brushed Clint’s when Clint handed over the box. “In fact, you’re under arrest.” He made no move to reach for his cuffs, though, so Clint just grinned wider.

    “Aw, you like me, Coulson.”

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    Steve is a small trans florist who knows his way around a baseball bat. Bucky is a fugitive from the men that have hurt him for seventy years. Their paths cross one night when, panicked and alone, Bucky decides to hide in Steve's shop.

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    31 Aug 2016

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    There's a curse mark on the back of Sidney's neck.

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    15 Aug 2016

  5. Public Bookmark 38

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    Dropping his bag to the couch, Foggy turned toward the half closed bedroom door. To the left the bathroom light was still nonexistent, but there were to his eyes no dead vigilantes inside. His eyes flicked instead toward the bed, which was empty, naturally, the silk sheets twisted and draping off to the far side by the window. Light streamed, as it always did at all hours of the day and night, and Foggy noticed with a start five pale toes peeking out from under the cascade of sheets. In two quick strides he was at the far side of the bed, standing over a very tangled, very pathetic Matthew Murdock.

    “What the actual fuck, Matt.”

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    31 Jul 2016

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    Matt worked his jaw a moment. “Things are just getting... I- I'm having a hard time.” His head shook slightly, frowning at his own words. He removed his hand and reached back to the feel for the bit of wall behind him to lean against. There was a small thump as he tilted his head back against it. “There,” he said gesturing with his hand as though he had just bared his soul in a ten minute monologue on the intricacies of his declining mental health. From Matt, a broken, vague statement of vulnerability might as well have been exactly that.

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