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  1. Public Bookmark 5

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    A day in the life of Bucky Barnes.

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    13 Sep 2020

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    If you only met him a handful of times you’d probably think Clint is basically a loveable idiot – something even Bucky was inclined to think at first; an incredibly hot, loveable idiot – but it doesn’t take long to realise Clint is frighteningly socially competent. He just prefers that no one knows it; perhaps because it lets him be just a bartender, rather than someone who is wasting their potential.

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    For the prompt: You’re the neighbor that keeps their curtains open, even when changing, and I can’t talk to you without blushing.

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    07 Sep 2020

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    Natasha’s only human, much as she likes to pretend she isn’t. She keeps making herself turn away, but her neighbour keeps walking around half naked—or more than half, sometimes. And she can’t possibly be blamed for staring when her neighbour stomps around his living room, yelling at someone on the phone, dripping wet and stark naked. Presumably yelling at the plumber.

  3. Public Bookmark 21

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    It’s been a very long time, if ever, that she has looked at a man other than through a targeting scope. It feels strange and oddly liberating.

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    07 Sep 2020

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    This is what she learns, in no particular order:

    - Clint Barton seems to be naturally a bit of a slob, but he does keep kitchen surfaces clean.
    - Lately, he has started to work at tidying his place up. The reasons for this change are unclear.
    - He drinks more coffee than she does. Often from a pot, but only when Kate is not there.
    - Lucky eats pizza. A lot of pizza. Sometimes Clint buys one just for his dog, while he gets Chinese instead.
    - Clint and Kate hold archery practice on the roof, often for hours at a time, except when one of the tenants is barbecuing, in which case everyone eats hamburgers (instead of pizza).
    Natasha never knew that arrows could be that accurate, and strike a target with such consistency.
    - He disappears for hours at a time, taking his bow; once he is gone for two days during which time Kate comes in to feed Lucky and watch TV.
    - Under his sweatpants, he goes commando.
    - His abs are as solid as they look, based on what happens when Kate pokes them.

  4. Public Bookmark 15

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    Clint Barton sees the future, Natasha Romanoff makes pie, and prophecies always come true.

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    07 Sep 2020

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    There’s a diner at the end of the block, and that’s what it’s called. It’s open 24 hours a day, 364 days a year (closed only, for some reason, on Groundhog Day). The seats are upholstered in kelly green vinyl, the tables are a speckled pink Formica, and the black-and-white tiled floors never stick to your shoes. The neon DINER sign on the roof never flickers. It is not listed in the Yellow Pages, nor will it show up on any Yelp search, but if you’re in Brooklyn and find yourself hungry, there’s a chance your stomach will walk you to the right street corner.

    People visit The Diner at the End of the Block for two reasons: to lose something, or to find something. Most visitors are unaware of this fact. Were you to poll the regular patrons of The Diner at the End of the Block, they’d perhaps mention the perfect Rueben, the jukebox, or maybe the waitress who knows exactly what you want even when you don’t know it yourself. All of them, every single one, will mention the pie.

    (The pie is, in fact, very good, but we’ll get to that later.)

    This isn’t a diner story, mind you; no waitresses will be tripping endearingly over handsome men who need saving from themselves, and there will be absolutely no writing of phone numbers on takeout cups of coffee. It’s just important that you know there’s a place like this, somewhere in Brooklyn, because this is where our story starts.

  5. Public Bookmark 3

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    “But three threes?” the Witch says. “Oh, three threes is how the world turns. There are the Witches, and we are Life and we remember. And there are the Fates, and they are Death and they are eternal. And then there’s you and you are Balance. And you forget but oh, you live.”

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    07 Sep 2020

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    It’s difficult to look at her but almost impossible to look away.

    She’s – there are so many of her, layered over each other at various levels of transparency, all the same girl. The main one, the one that seems the most solid and real and tangible, looks about thirteen. She wears a vest top, loose shorts, and a feral expression, and carries a bloody knife. But there is another, perhaps fifteen, in a pale pink tutu. Then one who looks perhaps sixteen or seventeen, closer to a woman, which Clint can tell because she’s naked. Then there’s one older again, perhaps aged twenty, in a carefully seductive blouse and pencil skirt, and again, this one perhaps older still, in bloody combat gear. All versions of her look hard and unforgiving, all versions look dangerous, and they move with the little girl, mirroring her actions, but imprecisely; some lagging behind, some apparently anticipating her movements. The effect is nauseating, like motion sickness though he’s standing still. His eyes can’t settle, can’t focus, but he also can’t pull his gaze away, either. Not from her or from the strangely insubstantial man.