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we all go the same way home by eleanor_lavish for greenet
The Avengers (2012), Bourne Legacy (2012)
21 Dec 2012
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When Aaron Cross gets a message from his past, he's not prepared for what it means for his future.
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25 Dec 2012
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doesn't matter if I bleed by t_fic (topaz), topaz, topaz119 (topaz)
The Avengers (2012), Marvel (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
9 Dec 2012
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Clint's never pretended to be deep. He's just the guy who sits back and watches, the guy who makes the shot when he needs to. He's seen a lot of crap in his time, sat through a lot of fucked-up scenes to get to where he needs to be, but this, now--he can't stand another second of it.
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12 Dec 2012
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When Phil Coulson's life model decoy is attacked on the Helicarrier, the World Security Council seizes the opportunity to send him deep undercover in Russia.
Meanwhile, back in New York, Clint Barton struggles to come to terms with the loss of his handler and unexpectedly finding himself part of the Avengers, a group of people who can't quite call themselves a team. Yet.
(Warnings in the notes section.)
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10 Nov 2012
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Phillipa Jane Coulson is not an android, a genetically engineered former Soviet Olympic athlete, or married to her paperwork. But she just might be Captain America when she grows up.
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6 Nov 2012
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Phil Coulson had spent the better part of his life trying to convince himself that he wasn't bored with it, that he wasn't lonely and that everything had turned out the way he'd always imagined it would. But when one night a stranger suddenly appears in his bedroom - armed with a bow and arrows no less - Phil is forced to revise his assessment of his life. He's drawn into Agent Barton's orbit and ends up following him across the globe as both Barton's agency and some other 'bad guys' try to hunt them down.
“Who are you?” Phil asked, his mind still reeling from the unexpected appearance. “And how did you get in here?”
The stranger’s sharp eyes shifted away and it felt as though an invisible weight had been lifted from Phil’s shoulders as his focus was diverted.
“The window,” his voice was smooth and low, as if he was used to acting invisible and wanted to draw as little attention to himself as possible. “You shouldn’t leave it open.”
Phil’s eyebrows shot up involuntarily. “On the off chance that someone will climb through it?” he asked incredulously. “We are on the twenty-third floor.”
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4 Nov 2012