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  1. Public Bookmark 3

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    Items I'm collecting to help authors enrich their work.

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  2. Public Bookmark 71

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    This is a timeline for anyone focusing on Steve, Bucky, and the Howling Commandos specifically within the MCU canon.

    March 10, 1917 - James Buchanan Barnes is born, and we were all officially fucked.

    July 4, 1918 - Steven Grant Rogers is born, and somewhere in Brooklyn Bucky's mother wept . . .

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    Sure it’s not my fault, Steve. I know I was brainwashed.
    Sure I’ll keep fighting, Steve. You’re still too dumb to run away from a fight.
    Sure I’ll join the Avengers, Steve. Bad guys don’t take a day off.

    …Sure, Steve. I’ll dog sit Hawkeye’s dog with you.

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    27 May 2017

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    “Of course not, Steve,” Kate says with remarkable patience, then directs a sharp look at Clint that says he should have known better than to kick Captain America’s confidence in the nuts. Apparently, she finished examining the scrape along her jaw and put her aviators back on, only this time she also pulled her keys out of her purse. “His vet info is on the fridge, leash is in the drawer under the cutting board, and he can have a treat after dinner but do not let him eat garbage…” She trails off when Steve’s eyebrows raise about a centimeter too high as he looks at Clint. “And I mean Lucky.”

    “He knows that!” Clint blurts out, then immediately turns to Steve. “You knew that! Okay, fine. I get it. We’re leaving. Thank you so much for doing this.”

    Clint marches to his front door, flings it open, and makes a face when he comes face to face with some homeless guy, standing there in his way. “Oh, speak of the devil.” Kate doesn’t sound so surprised, so Clint squints over the guy one more time only to realize it one beat too late that he had been looking at the Winter Soldier himself.

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    Bucky straightened and took another bite of the apple, then grinned at Steve as he chewed and swallowed. It was one of his artful ones, the kind he'd used on teachers and parents and the girls he wanted to impress before the War. The kind he didn't mean. "You tryin' to make me into an angel, Stevie?"

    "Now why would I do that?" Steve smiled at Bucky's laugh, then very carefully turned back to the drawing. He didn't hold the pencil too tightly and snap it, or press too hard and rip the paper.

    He very carefully didn't say, you used to be one.

    (Or, the eleventy-billionth "Bucky is a Guardian Angel" fic that nobody asked for.)

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    25 May 2017

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    Guardian Angel!Bucky AU. +art

    He was only peripherally aware that the deck broke and dropped him into the Potomac like another piece of debris. But he was almost certain that the last thing he saw before he hit the water was Bucky diving after him, his wings wide and bright and red.

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    Karpov makes it four days before curiosity gets the better of him. The Soldier blinks up at him, seemingly oblivious that the source of today’s torture is any different from one before. Ready to comply, he says, and Karpov licks his dry, chapped lips nervously.

    “Who are you?”

    For a moment, he thinks the Soldier does not – cannot? – comprehend the question. “I am no one,” he says at last with another slow blink. “Ready to comply.”

    Karpov orders him back into cryo and puts the book back in its resting spot quickly, carefully, as if to erase any evidence of his indiscretion.

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    03 Mar 2017

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    “That right there,” he turns again and finds shockingly pale eyes staring at him from underneath a curtain of tangled hair, “that’s why. I don’t think I knew it at the time. Don’t think I could. But after existing so long like a thing… you kept trying to dredge some amount of humanity out of me. Like you were digging around in there for any hint of a personality, knowing you’d only have to zap it out of me the next time.” Karpov supposes that’s true, though he never really thought through it that way. “You take out a weapon, you fire the weapon, you put the weapon away; you don’t thank the weapon. You don’t ask the weapon what it was before it was forged.”

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