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  1. Public Bookmark 31

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    This is the 4 Minute Window Advent calendar for 2018! As always, my goal is to tell a little bit of story each day (knock wood) between the Immaculate Conception and Christmas. Explicit eventually, the rest as it comes. This year's story features letters written, in world, to Captain America. If you want to write a letter to Cap, drop it in the comments or email me and I might use it (but no promises, because this is a terrifying tightwire act as it is.) Also feel free to request things you want to see and I'll see what I can do. Hope you enjoy: buckle up!

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    11 Dec 2018

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    "So what d’ya think?” Tony asked Bucky, as a pleasant, conversational opener, and Steve waited to hear Bucky’s impression of Stark Tower and it’s billion dollar views. But Bucky didn’t answer the question that Steve thought Tony was asking him. He answered a different one.

    “I think you should get a dog,” Bucky told Tony. “A big dog.”

    Tony stared at him for a second, but he was a smart guy and it didn’t take his brain long to jump onto the right track. “Uh-huh. That’s your solution, is it? 'Get a dog?' Golly gee, how about we make soap box racecars and go down to the fishing hole on Sundays.” Tony was hitting operatic heights of sarcasm. “Pepperidge Farm doesn’t remember a fucking thing, buddy. This isn’t an episode of Leave It To Beaver—I don’t have a split level ranch with a yard for Spot to run around in. I’ve got ten floors over Grand Central filled with glass and technical equipment and dangerous chemicals. Half of them have open floor plans,” and Tony waved a hand around the enormous room, which was full of steel and marble and glass and gold filigree and white brocade and the huge, open fireplace, and had only a thin steel railing to stop you falling three stories to the party space below. “A big dog would wreak havoc in here.”

    “Exactly,” Bucky said. “Big dog’ll make a mess, break everything, get into things—then you’ll know what you need to fix up. He’ll get into trouble, but at least it’ll be him instead of the kid. Meanwhile your kid’ll love him and it will force you to take them outside twice a day.”

    Tony stared at Bucky for what seemed like a very long time. Then: “Huh,” Tony said.

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    1. Attached: Bucky is an engineer at Stark Industries.
    2. Back in the Day (Before the Potted Plants): Steve insists that when they were younger, Bucky was ridiculously good at flirting.
    3. Bad Latin: Bucky's a teacher at SHIELD High for the Gifted. If he'd been more careful when he googled Tony, he could have saved himself some trouble.

    NEW 4. I Tried for Fluff and Killed a Flamingo: Tony's having a bad week. Bucky's the only one to notice. (No graphic bird death! Just a passing mention.)

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    08 Dec 2018

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    From: James Buchanan Barnes
    Date: Wed, Oct 11, 2017 at 3:18 AM
    Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Resonance in FTL Magnetometer from Fused Zirconium Connected by Indium Solder
    To: Tony Stark

    Dr. Stark,

    This attachment is a jpg of a piglet wearing rain boots. Is this some kind of continued employment test? I thought they only did that at Google.

    James Barnes
    Engineer Class III
    Research and Development
    Stark Industries

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    From: Tony Stark
    Date: Wed, Oct 11, 2017 at 3:38 AM
    Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Resonance in FTL Magnetometer from Fused Zirconium Connected by Indium Solder
    To: James Buchanan Barnes

    Yes. The pig was a test. You passed. The attachment was not at all the result of me being up for 44 hours straight working on this piece of shit government oversight paperwork to get it out in time. Or me forgetting what I named the piglet file when I saved it to send it to the guy I’d been seeing but who was really after my money or the spotlight or something. I don’t know. He was fucking someone else so he couldn’t have been that into me, right?

    Anyway, Jarrod had about the same reaction as you to the pig. Unimpressed.

    It was an employment test like you said. Got it in one. Excellent work. I’ll pass your Piglet Identification Exam score along to HR.

    Numbers and notes should be attached. For reals this time.

    Tony

    Attachment: You-have-got-to-see-this

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    From: James Buchanan Barnes
    Date: Wed, Oct 11, 2017 at 3:46 AM
    Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Resonance in FTL Magnetometer from Fused Zirconium Connected by Indium Solder
    To: Tony Stark

    Dr. Stark,

    The numbers came through. I’ll look at them now.

    James Barnes
    Engineer Class III
    Research and Development
    Stark Industries

    P.S. I was not unimpressed by Porkchop. What kind of soulless jerk is unimpressed by a smol pig in rainboots? Pig’s just doing his thing, trying to keep his feet dry. I AM unimpressed by your ex. You can do better.

  3. Public Bookmark 7

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    When Fury says, “I know a renegade soldier when I see one,” Carol remembers her life in flashes. She remembers a man spitting out the words in spiteful distaste: “I know a renegade soldier when I see one.” She remembers a girl with swaggering confidence, a best friend with a crooked smile: “I know a renegade soldier when I see one.” She remembers a boy with chocolate skin and an impish grin trying to hide the flush on his face after a kiss: “I know a renegade soldier when I see one.”

    And when she picks up a lanky boy with long hair and an overgrown beard on the side of the highway, she takes one look at the bow strapped across his back, leans forward in the driver’s seat as she slows to a stop, and invites him in.

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    08 Dec 2018

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    He gives her a wary look as he opens the door and slides in next to her.

    “Why are you doing this?”

    “Well, no offense,” says Carol, glancing over at him, “but I didn’t know if you were walking the highway just for kicks or because you needed to find a shower.”

    “Yeah, that’s the whole story,” the boy says sardonically, adjusting his worn trucker hat that says BARNEY’S PAWN SHOP across the front. “What’s your deal, anyway?”

    “My deal?” Carol raises an eyebrow at the road. “What makes you think I have some sort of deal?”

    “I dunno,” the boys says with a careless shrug. He rolls down the window, letting cold breeze snake through the stale, musty air. “But I know a renegade soldier when I see one.”

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    Coulson, for his part, stares up at Bucky with such a betrayed look of frozen horror that Natasha actually goes the extra step and presses another button, capturing the moment and airdropping the photograph to her phone for posterity. When he speaks, his voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “Why…?” He swallows and starts again, trying for some semblance of normality. “...Why would you tweet something like that?!”

    “If you must know, sir,” and somehow he manages to make ‘sir’ come out with the same inflection most people reserve for ‘motherfucking son of a bitch’, “it’s because I have a difficult time doing my job when my job involves monitoring the man with the best fucking ass in the United States of America.” He slowly lowers himself back into his seat until he’s at eye level, making extreme eye contact with Coulson until Coulson turns away to make mortified eye contact in Natasha’s general direction through the one-way glass. Natasha would take another picture, if she weren’t too busy catching Steve’s red-faced sputtering. “Sometimes, I vent to my Twitter followers. Sometimes, it’s about hot men with washboard abs. Can I go now, or do you need a graphic description of how I pleasure myself at night?”

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    08 Dec 2018

  5. Public Bookmark 36

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    “I told you,” Steve wheezes, as he tries to catch his breath. “Didn’t I fucking tell you we'd fall if you didn't quit pushing?”

    He’d laugh if he had any air left in his lungs. Instead, all he can do is stare up at Bucky as the sound of his carefree laugh winds its way around Steve’s heart. He barely even registers the cold seeping in through his jacket and jeans as he lies in the snow, attention catching instead on the snowflake clinging to Bucky’s lashes. Were Bucky’s eyes always that luminous? The crinkles around his eyes so endearing? Were his lips always that pink?

    Bucky’s laugh dies away at Steve’s continued silence. A strange expression settles on his face, like he’s looking into the face of a stranger for the first time, studying and cataloging Steve’s features one by one—eyes, nose, mouth.


    Based on this tweet, which has, sadly, been deleted: FUFJFJ ITS SNOWING A LOT IN NY RN AND IM WALKING HOME AND THESE GUYS ARE LIKE PUSHING EACH OTHER IN THE STREET AND ONE GUY GOES “YOU ASSHOLE STOP PUSHING ME IM GONNA FALL” AND THE OTHER GUY WAS LIKE “.... For Me?” and the other guy was like bro... no fuck you” AND THEY BOTH FELL

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    06 Dec 2018

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    Bucky is uncharacteristically quiet as they continue their walk through the park. Steve’s trying to think of something to say to break the silence when Bucky suddenly bends down. At Steve’s curious look, Bucky waves him on.

    “I’ll catch up,” Bucky says. “Gotta tie my shoelaces.”

    Since he doesn’t particularly want to stand around losing heat while the wind slices through his damp jeans, Steve keeps walking. He’s gone five paces when it hits him: Bucky's wearing his biker boots—he has no shoelaces to tie.

    Before Steve can duck and scatter, a snowball explodes against the back of his head. “Fuck you, Barnes!” He turns around and gets a snowball in the face. Fuck Bucky and his fucking good aim. Steve scrapes up snow and starts packing it good and tight as Bucky cackles like a loon and runs for the trees.

    “Yeah, you better run!” Steve yells. Bucky might have the better aim, but Steve can pack his snowballs hard enough to leave a mark.