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    Steve feels like he’s in some wild fever dream as he walks closer and says, “Hey, you all right?”

    107 looks up. He looks even prettier up close, even (or especially, Steve’s mind supplies unhelpfully) with his cheeks flushed with the exercise and sweat beading on his forehead. He does look a little crazy, though.

    “Huh,” 107 says, looks down Steve’s body, then up again. “I know we just met, but your dick looks like it’s getting strangled.”

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    16 Jun 2018

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    I’m pretty low on funds and need to make ends meet this month, Barnes types slowly into a new post three days later. I’m taking commissions for hits in the New York City area.

    Will Not Kill: Captain America or other Avengers.
    Will partially refund payment if target turns out to be HYDRA.
    Will not go to Jersey. No dismemberment or killing children.
    Message for negotiations and payment details.

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    16 Jun 2018

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    “Wade, I’m a psychopomp now.”

    “That’s wonderful!” Wade squealed and pressed his hands to his face. “We have matching diagnoses! Can we get our certificates framed?”

    “No, not psychopath, psychopomp. I’m a Death.”

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    In which Deadpool follows his comics counterpart and falls in love with Death. Sort of. She's a part-timer.

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    13 Jun 2018

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    “It’s a dark, stormy night, so I kinda thought my past would show up to bite me,” Wade said, slouching against the counter and taking a long drag of his joint.

    The ‘past’ in question rolled her eyes as she sat down at the counter beside him. “It’s mid-afternoon and cloudy outside, Wilson. Jesus.”

    “She’s right,” Dopinder said, from where he was polishing the countertop industriously. Under Dopinder’s care, Sister Margaret’s had become depressingly clean. Wade could even see the knobbly outline of his reflection in the countertop. “It’s getting warm too. It’d probably be sunny tomorrow.”

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    12 Jun 2018

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    They don’t kill each other at the end. Erik was better with his hands, T’Challa better with his claws. That was the problem. They brawled in the dark until the war above them resolved itself, and then what were they meant to do? Erik had started it, the ceasefire. He hadn’t meant to. He’d laughed, because all the bitterness and hatred and frustration in him had boiled to a point where there was nothing left to do but laugh.

    “Now what?” Erik asked, days after and not for the first time. They were miles from Wakanda, walking.

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    07 Jun 2018