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    Napoleon taps him on the shoulder in Istanbul and Illya almost punches him.

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    25 Jun 2017

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    Napoleon slides over very slowly until he is crouching down next to Illya’s chair. He wants to touch, but he’s afraid to. Always afraid to. He settles for placing a hand on each armrest and even this feels dangerous.

    “Illya.” It comes out softer than he had intended.

    (Featuring pining Napoleon, protective/jealous Illya and motherly Gaby)

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    25 Jun 2017

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    Here is the truth about Captain America and the Howling Commandos that every World War II historian must come to accept at one point or another: we will never know everything. We won’t even come close.

    So much was lost with the untimely death of Captain America. While the man beneath the uniform sunk to the bottom of the North Atlantic, the myth lived on, only to grow bigger and more unwieldy as the years went by. Now, it is near impossible to tell fact from fiction, to separate out truth from propaganda.


    In 1943, the Howling Commandos wrote goodbye letters to be given to their loved ones in the event of their deaths.

    In 2014, Sharon Carter finds those letters in a tin can in an abandoned HYDRA base.

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    16 Jun 2017

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    Ten minutes to go to ground zero and Artyom was still desperately trying to escape. “I have never attended little girl’s birthday party,” he pointed out repeatedly, and actually pouted, big blue eyes wide and pleading.

    “Always a first time,” Napoleon said mercilessly, pulling on a charcoal Tom Ford blazer over his loose gray knit. “Mrs Siegfried invited us weeks ago, Artyom, don’t be a baby. You’ve had quite a while to gird your loins. We’re going to a party, not some sort of trench warfare. Smile.”

    Artyom scowled, which was admittedly normally an adorable look even for a tall, blonde Russian giant of a man. “I do not like Mrs Siegfried,” Artyom declared, clearly intent on being as recalcitrant as possible.

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    24 May 2017

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    It was a Thursday afternoon at the end of March, and Bruce Wayne met Clark Kent in the way enterprising billionaires tended to meet investigative reporters: Through an interview.
    Kent had posture like cooked spaghetti and wore his plaid like the strangest camouflage in history.

    Bruce was less than impressed.

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    21 Mar 2017