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    Dean sits vigil over Castiel and voices from his past are suddenly very, very loud.

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    A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy AU. Sam Winchester is living a happy, ordinary life on Earth. Except now his friend Castiel is saying he’s an alien, and the world is about to be demolished to make room for an intergalactic highway. Sam has no choice but to believe him, especially once Castiel promises to reunite him with his long lost brother: Dean.

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    Dean thinks he knows pretty much everything there is to know about his best friend Castiel Novak - he's a smart, gorgeous DA who probably lets Dean get away with more than he should to see the bad guy locked up - but it turns out Cas is hiding some dark family secrets.

    Cop Dean/Lawyer Cas AU.

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    When Darcy takes Clint home for the holidays as her fake boyfriend, he charms his way into the family, and into her pants heart.

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  5. Rec 21

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    When he listened to their former angel pronounce his new official human name over and over, first giddy, then reverent—“Cas Winchester, Cas Winchester”—Sam couldn’t shake the feeling that this was somehow going to come back and bite them in the ass.

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    17 Nov 2013

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    A Winchester Family Christmas, 2010. AKA, Best zombie Christmas ever!

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    17 Nov 2013

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    Christmas in the Milton household was difficult enough without the added complication of guests- and if Luke and Gabriel placing bets on who can get with Sam first wasn’t bad enough, then Cas developing a ridiculous crush on his sister’s boyfriend definitely is.

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    22 Aug 2013

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    It’s sad, because Cas can remember when Michael and Luke were best friends. It feels like a very, very long time ago, like if you asked a velociraptor for their opinion they’d go “well, that was a bit before my time”. Cas looked up to Michael, of course he did, but not like Luke had. Luke idolised Michael, and Michael doted on Luke. All had been well in the world.

    Castiel once watched some utterly unrealistic car chase, in some terrible cop movie shown at 2AM, where a car plunged through one side of a building and came out the other on fire, people screaming and running and bouncing off the bumper. He feels that the scene is an accurate summary of Luke’s journey through puberty.

    It probably all started when Luke was fourteen or so, and by the time he’d hit sixteen any notion of paradise was very much lost. There were more holes in Luke’s face than on most golf courses, more expletives on his t-shirts than in most rap songs, and more alcohol in his room than in most breweries. The main thing Cas remembers is Luke changing from a meek, unassuming boy who would do anything he was told, to a rebel whose sole purpose in life was to ignore anything and everything their father said.

    In time, Luke got over his teenage rebellion, but Michael never really got over Luke. With their father always taking Michael’s side and Gabriel always taking Luke’s, it was no wonder Cas and Anna had always found solace in each other’s company- hidden away in tree houses, in cupboards, reading out loud to each other and systematically eating their way through family-sized packs of Hershey’s products.

    Hearing his family fight always manages to reduce Cas back to a distressed thirteen year old boy, not understanding why they can’t all get along like they used to. Dean looks back at Cas and he must see that written all over his face, because he softens with a sad kind of understanding.

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    amazing, impeccable characterization of the angels family--the dynamic between Cas, Gabe, Anna, Luke and Michael is entertaining, to say the least--and the hilariously-phrased and downright creative analogies flow really well with the story without looking out of place.

    this fic employs a lot of tropes I would usually avoid on principle--a romantic relationship between Anna and Dean, for a start--and yet it manages to become one of my favorite fics of all time.

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    Abed writes what he knows. And some other stuff, which may or may not end well.

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    28 Jun 2013

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    Once upon a time, in a land very much like this one, there lived an invisible boy. His mother was a ghost and his father was made of gold, and the boy set out on his own, in search of a way to be seen.

    This is the story of how he found his family.

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    pitch-perfect characterization of everyone, but especially Abed, who is, for obvious reasons, very difficult to pull off. the humor is also quirky, reminiscent of the show itself, and there's a message, here, profound without being a slap-in-your-face narrative.

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    In which Eames writes (sometimes horrible) horoscopes to woo Arthur, much to the chagrin of everyone (read: Dom), and manages to even mess that up. Go figure.

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    24 Mar 2013

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    Arthurius — 20th January

    Darling, where are you?

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    “How is that a proper horoscope?” Dom asks, heaving a resigned sigh as he approves of the column.

    “What do you know?” Eames returns haughtily. “You are the Editor in Chief. I’m the God of Horoscopes.”

    “There is no such thing,” Dom says, shaking his head. “No God of Horoscopes business in my office.”

    “You are just afraid of the mystical powers I possess,” Eames says with a laugh as he backs out of Dom’s office. “But don’t worry, everyone starts out that way. You will learn to worship me and leave me offerings in my shrine.”

    Dom rolls his eyes.

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    a very unique AU with great dialogue and characterization. Eames' romantic nature and Cobb's exasperation at everyone in general is too entertaining to pass.

  10. Rec 66

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    SHIELD and the Avengers find out about their very active fandom, including fanfiction. Clint starts trying to manipulate the authors by getting a little snuggly in public with Coulson. And then Coulson gets a little snuggly right back.

    (Written for a prompt on avengerkink, details inside.)

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    16 Jan 2013

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    When he woke up the next morning, there was an email from Coulson.

    I can arrange for Jasper to hold your hand the next time you’re injured, if you can’t handle being alone. –Coulson

    You know the sight of Jasper holding my hand would make you jealous, sir. –Barton

    In your dreams, Agent. –Coulson

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    a somewhat meta fic that leans graciously on the Fourth Wall, referencing fandom-popular tropes under the sun without being obnoxious and degrading. also, Clint/Coulson. what more can you ask?

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    Michael and Lucifer are currently fighting over the peas.

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    8 Jan 2013

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    Gabriel keeps moving all the food away from Raphael in a way that's so perfectly timed it could be accidental. But Dean knows how much of an irritating little bastard Gabriel can be first hand.

    It turns out angels can be pretty damn petty when they're not allowed to openly war with each other.

    When Lucifer asks for the vegetables Dean thinks Raphael's actually going to stab him in the eye with a knife.

    "Hellspawn can acquire their own vegetables," Raphael says with a glare.

    "Raphael, be nice, or I'll send you to your room," Chuck tells him over the mashed potatoes.

    Raphael looks ashamed and obediently passes the vegetables to Lucifer.

    Anna is refilling Michael’s wine glass...but she's doing it very quietly, when he's not looking. Which Dean's going to take as a bad sign.

    It's freakin' surreal, and considering Dean's life to date, that's really saying something.

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    an angels family fic with accurate characterization? check. potentially hilarious dynamics between characters being explored? check. good podfic to accompany it? CHECK. all those, with a dash of deancas because that's practically a given, really.

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    There are so many different ways to save the world...and so many different ways to screw it all up.

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    1 Dec 2012

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    PETER: [whispering to Mohinder, as Sylar drones on in the background about peace and prosperity] "Look, at least it's not your sister that he's sleeping with."

    MOHINDER: "So you're saying I should just accept a world where Sylar and I are lovers?"

    PETER: "It's for the good of humanity. Besides, the universe seems determined to make you gay anyway."

    MOHINDER: "May I remind you, the universe also seems determined to make you dead?"

    PETER: "After reading Sylar's mind about the things he and you have done in bed, I'm frankly looking forward to death."

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    two caveats before you start reading the fic: don't be fooled by the lack of kudos (it's been really popular on lj for a very long time, winning a fandom award at one point) and don't let the script format stop you from reading. it's extremely tongue-in-cheek with its jokes and pokes fun of the series in a light-hearted way.

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    Clint and Coulson are in mutually unrequited love. Natasha has no patience for their drama. And if the world were a nicer place to live in, she wouldn't have to deal with it.

    Alas.

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    7 Oct 2012

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    Budapest is a distraction, and then some. Budapest is bad intel and a compromised safe house. Budapest is losing contact with SHIELD in the middle of a firefight. Budapest is playing dead for two days while they try to get access to a secure line. Budapest is Clint leaning heavily on her because he's got a bullet lodged in his hip and they didn't have the time to get it out.

    Budapest is also where Coulson falls in love with Clint.

    He's at the extraction point, waiting for them, and Natasha briefly wonders how many things went wrong behind the scenes that Coulson decided to organize their rescue himself. She doesn't have much time to waste on logistics, though. Clint is flagging fast and she herself is running on fumes.

    She's so exhausted, she would have missed the moment entirely if it had happened more than a step away from her. Clint stumbles, falls, and she doesn't have the strength to keep him on his feet. Coulson catches him before they both go down, but when she looks up to thank him, the words wither in her throat.

    Coulson stands there, Clint hanging in his arms like... well, like a man who's mostly unconscious, and the expression on Coulson's face can only be described as shock. He looks down at Clint, swallows hard, and actually tightens his grip around Clint for a second when the medics try to tug him away.

    All Natasha can think is, oh, good.

    Because naturally, she assumes that Coulson will ask Clint to dinner because Coulson is a sensible man. Clint will be unbearably smug for a few days. There'll be a lot of eye-rolling in Natasha's future.

    She should have remembered that assuming is a foolish, foolish thing to do.

    ~~~

    She's not wrong about the eye-rolling, though.

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    Clint/Coulson pathetic, embarrassing, not-so-relationship from Natasha's point of view. it will give you the warmest of feelings and the worst of the frustrations and you'll find yourself shaking your head at the two together along with Natasha.

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    This is how Clint Barton came to be Hawkeye and how Hawkeye came to be a hero. Flashes back and forth between his childhood and his early days at SHIELD. With just a dash of Pinky and the Brain. Can be read as Clint/Coulson if you so choose. Cannot be read as Hawkeye/Deadpool, no matter how hard you try.

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    9 Sep 2012

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    "You mean what would Jefferson say if he was alive today?"

    The instructor nodded.

    "Probably, 'get me out of this coffin'." Barton shrugged, before adding, "Or maybe," he switched into a low, echoing voice, "BRAAAINS!"

    The other initiates laughed. The instructor gave a thin smile, then stared down Barton with the clear intention that he give a real answer.

    "I don't know," said Barton. "Probably, 'Get the cuffs off me! She told me she was eighteen! I don't know any Sally Hemmings! Don't taze me bro!'" Barton smirked. "And then if he saw SHIELD – 'cause that was the real question, right? Whether he would approve of the work y'all are doing? – he would probably say, 'Holy shit! They put a Negro in charge!'" The pencil finally stopped spinning. "My point is, who the hell cares what dead guys think? If something's wrong thing to do, it's still wrong even if they were for it, so why even bother with a bunch of ancient assholes?"

    Phil Coulson was smiling despite himself, mentally replaying Barton's little speech. It was like outsider art, in a way – the wisdom of the uneducated mind. They were just going to have to find a way to keep him.

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    probably one of the best retelling of Clint's backstory this fandom has ever produced. the characterization is pitch-perfect, and it's amazing how everything will come in full circle at the end. it's just so wonderfully-written, and I simply love the interpretation of why Clint decided to take in Natasha (I won't spoil anything, but just. read.), and the Clint/Coulson dynamic--regardless of whether you see it as platonic or something more--is just a wonderful bonus.

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    Five years before they meet as Hawkeye and the Black Widow, they meet as Clint and Natasha. There is a romance, a marriage, and then, predictably, everything goes absolutely to hell, and Clint still thinks they should be getting royalty money from the DVD sales of Mr. & Mrs. Smith. (Or: boy meets girl. Boy and girl fall in love. Boy and girl get married. Boy and girl neglect to do background checks.)

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    9 Sep 2012

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    This is true: Natasha does not remember her blood family. Sometimes there are snippets: a lullaby, a soft perfume, a piano just slightly out of tune.

    This is true: Natasha thinks that once, maybe, she did remember her family—that she had real memories, solid memories, memories she could reach out and touch. But she has been made and unmade and reconstructed so many times that any memories she might have had are gone, far away, there only in the faintest flickers of scent and sound.

    This is true: Clint remembers his family too well.

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    I don't ship Clint/Natasha, generally. at least not romantically. and this fic? TURNED ME INTO A PUDDLE OF EMOTIONS AND FEELS. it took the concept of the movie, presented it in a really fresh way (no, you thankfully don't have to suffer through the marriage counseling opening that is too similar to the actual movie to be entertaining), and how it handles the plot. the author has a way with their words and a firm grasp on the characters that it's simply an experience to read.

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    Arthur wakes up and realizes the last ten years of his life have been a dream. He is nineteen, and he can barely remember where he is. What he can remember is the ghost of Eames’ hands pressed down on his chest trying frantically to stop the blood flooding up around his fingers as Arthur died (as he woke up).

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    5 Aug 2012

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    “I am…surprised,” Ramirez said. “Really. I guess, I should say it’s very nice to meet you, Arthur. Fucking hell, you can put up a fight, huh? I mean, the bit where you flipped the trees upside down – that was something.”

    Arthur smiled thin lipped and with a tiny thrill of pleased satisfaction. He’d forgotten how good it felt to work in a dream. Two and half months was a long time without it. He dropped the gun he was holding and it melted into water as it touched the ground. He accepted Ramirez’s hand for a shake.

    “I have to ask,” Ramirez said, “why make yourself so much older in the dream? It’s only a simulation, and only me after all.”

    “What?” Arthur said.

    “You look about thirty,” Ramirez explained. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you looked like a teenager before, either.”

    Arthur looked down at his hands. The scars on his hands were back. He recognized the marks on his left hand from the time he was tortured by the Russian Mafia and also the almost invisible glass cut from when Eames set Arthur on the kitchen counter and Arthur stuck his hand through a wine glass when Eames unzipped Arthur’s trousers with his teeth.

    “Oh,” Arthur murmured, surprised. “Well,” he said, seeing no reason to lie completely. “Have you ever met someone who fell into limbo?” he asked.

    “Jesus Christ,” Ramirez whispered at the implication. “Are you saying you’ve been stuck down there?”

    “No,” Arthur replied, hand in his pocket and slipping the black poker chip through his fingers, feeling for the place where the ‘E’ carved into the surface wasn’t. “I’m saying what happened to me was worse.”

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    flawless world-building. this is an essential and satisfying read, a believable take on 'Mal-was-right' scenario, and a very good buildup on Arthur and Eames' relationship.

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    These humans have their uses, Loki thinks.

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    21 Jul 2012

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    “Tell me,” Loki says, watching his fingers as he strokes, ever so slowly and gently, all the way in, then out until only the tip of his middle finger remains inside. Barton makes a strangled sound as Loki adds another finger and slides them in deep. “What do you want? Beg for it, like a good little whore.”

    “Please,” Barton says, voice shaking so much his words are slurred. “Please let me. Let me come.”

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    orgasm denial and clint's perfect body appreciation story. If you only want to read one clint/loki PWP, this is it--because I appreciate a good porn when I see one.

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    Tony is tired of Steve treating him like he's breakable just because he's not a demigod or a super soldier; he's Tony Fucking Stark. He calls it quits and finds an unexpected connection with another teammate. (Humans ought to stick together, after all.)

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    21 May 2012

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    It’s easy to be friends, because Clint’s an asshole - which Tony rather likes, and because they’re the only fully-human members on the team. (Natasha comes pretty close, but she’s a cyborg and is therefore ineligible for membership in their little club, despite her many fine qualities). And while neither of them is looking, that implicit understanding anchors somewhere deep inside, forging an imperceptible bond between them. They gravitate to one another - bickering and arguing, sure, but everyone else is just grateful they’re focusing their energy on insulting each other.

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    finally. a very well-written clint/tony that shows why their relationship can work so well--how they understand one another, how clint accepts instead of tolerates and tony, for once, can give instead of just receiving. Just. READ. please. and consider this pairing an option.

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    This time there are shitty dogeared paperbacks Arthur wouldn't be caught dead reading piled on the coffee table, and half-finished crosswords tucked into the bookshelves, and the far wall is hung with that tapestry they'd bought in a shit part of London on a whim. This time they've spent all day fixing their sink and there's a mug of yesterday's tea sitting on top of the television and it's not just Arthur's living room at all.

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    1 May 2012

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    Eames is standing in the middle of the living room. The news is on, playing low, and there must have been a story on that he wanted to watch; he's staring at the television, his head slightly cocked. He's still in the stupid soccer shorts, but he's put on a cleaner tank top, and there's an eight inch santoku knife hanging almost idly from his hand. He's dirty--his hair is sticking up everywhere and there's a streak of grease across his cheek, right above the scar he'd brought home with him from Poland.

    And, see, this isn't the first time Arthur has been stopped dead by the sight of Eames standing in the middle of the living room. He does actually remember coming home soaking wet and staring at him like this, tracing the contours of his arms as he stared down at an M-24. But the thing is, that had been years ago, and…

    And it had been Arthur's living room then, Arthur's house that Eames had quietly moved into while neither of them was paying much attention. It had been Eames in the middle of Arthur's things, Eames in the middle of Arthur's life, and the staring had been as much about realizing how much he fucking wanted that as anything else. But this time--this time there are shitty dogeared paperbacks Arthur wouldn't be caught dead reading piled on the coffee table, and half-finished crosswords tucked into the bookshelves, and the far wall is hung with that tapestry they'd bought in a shit part of London on a whim. This time they've spent all day fixing their sink and there's a mug of yesterday's tea sitting on top of the television and it's not just Arthur's living room at all.

    Eames hasn't seen Arthur, possibly because Arthur is standing stock-still in the doorframe. He taps the knife against his leg absently and mutters "Bloody Americans," under his breath, and Arthur can't even move. He knows the pattern of every tattoo and he knows every fucking line of Eames' body, still thinner than it should be, and he never, ever wants to be anywhere else.

    Eames shakes his head at the television and wanders back into the kitchen. Arthur follows, transfixed, dropping the towel to the floor, and arrives just in time to see Eames toss a lemon up in the air. He follows the trajectory of it with his eyes, and in the process he catches sight of Arthur, and smiles.

    "Hello, love," he says, grabbing the lemon as it falls and driving the knife into the rind, "that was fast. I didn't even hear the shower go off."

    "Eames," Arthur chokes out, "Eames, Jesus Christ, I am so fucking in love with you."

    Eames' jaw drops, and he slices his damn hand open.

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    If you're an arthur/eames shipper, your life will never be complete before reading this.

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    “He’s not telling us everything,” Fury reached out and shut the projection off, “I’m not comfortable with this.” Coulson didn’t respond, didn’t need to. “Let Rogers know I want Barton watched; he doesn’t go anywhere alone until we understand exactly what’s going on. I’m not losing him to some egotistical mind-f***ing blade-dancer who has mentor issues and wants to take it out on our asset.”

    Phil nodded efficiently. He couldn’t agree more.

    *Now accompanied with a PODFIC by the wonderful crinklysolutions!!! link found in Notes*

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    18 Apr 2012

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    "All I'm saying," the voice continued smartly, "is that he has to miss sometimes, he just never admits it."

    Barton's blue gaze turned grey, not noticing (or ignoring) that many of the agents in the room had stopped talking at this point and were instead watching Steve's group of three intensely. Of course before Steve had a chance to even think about saying anything Barton had already made his move. Sometimes Steve forgot how quick the man could be, especially considering that during many missions Hawkeye was out of sight. Between one moment and the next Barton 'twitched' and there was a startled yelp on the far end of the room. Steve looked across to find the loudmouth agent looking in shock at the wall he was sat beside, the remains of the sandwich he had been taking a bite out of now pinned in place.

    When the tomato slipped out from between the bread and landed with a squelch on the floor Barton moved. The unknown agent looked up, took in the number of people the knife must have slipped past on the way to his lunch, the way Barton was steadily getting closer, and visibly swallowed down his nerves. Steve wondered if he should do something. Natasha's hand gently touching his own in warning kept him in place.

    Barton walked behind the agent and plucked his deeply imbedded knife from the drywall, letting the sandwich fall to the ground, before turning to loom behind the agent.

    "Something you might want to consider remembering," Barton announced with a wide smile that, for once, nobody saw any humour in. "I," he picked up the agents napkin and with an efficient wipe cleaned his blade, "never," he slipped the blade somewhere on his leg Steve couldn't see from across the room, "miss." He leaned over and stared hard at the agent, loosing the smile, and waited until he saw something in the junior's gaze before stepping back and smacking him good-naturedly on his shoulder. "Got that?"

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    "Jesus Christ! Do you not even care?" Tony still wasn't used having people so willingly put his life before their own, and he took it out on Coulson

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    Team Fic with focus on clint, with best characterization of clint, fury, natasha, TONY OH TONY DEAR LORD, and pretty much everyone, really. a lot of tony/clint/steve bromances and natasha/clint/phil bromances, it's pretty much BROVENGERS all around.

    must. read.

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