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    This is just to have all my translations at one place.

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    Steve runs away after SHIELD defrosts him... 20 years earlier than in canon. He thinks he's alone, except he isn't, not at all.

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    31 Jan 2019

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    However, as he got closer, making his way down Ocean Parkway, Steve began to feel some tingles of positivity. There was a shabbiness to the place, just as he remembered, but it was a lived-in, not a dangerous, shabbiness. Grey’s remained just as odoriferous as ever. The popcorn guys heckled with the same tired phrases. Peeping over the buildings in front of him, Steve could see the top of the Wonder Wheel, which he had assumed had been knocked down years ago.

    As he strolled along the boardwalk, memories washed over him, in time with the lapping waves brought in by heavy winds. Evenings spent with friends, with Bucky. Evenings when it had been just the two of them. Evenings when they’d gone on awful double dates. Evenings where they’d come with other friends, and run into one another anyway.

    Steve had never had the strength nor the eyesight for the carnival games at which Bucky—sure shot, even as a kid—had always excelled. But today he stopped, threw a few balls, won a bear. He imagined what Bucky would have said when Steve would have handed it to him. He didn’t need to imagine how his heart would have hurt, how his own looping irony would have choked him as he pretended to give Bucky the bear as a joke, because, of course, Bucky wasn’t his sweetheart.

    But Bucky wasn’t here. Wasn’t anywhere. Was dead.

    Steve sat the bear, along with himself, on the edge of the boardwalk. He took his shoes and socks off, and let the breeze blow between his toes. He pretended he was young again (he felt old, so old), as the familiar music, tinny now after having played the same recording for decades, played behind him.

    If he had the feeling he was being watched, he chalked it up to the ghosts who floated by him in his memories. He didn’t seriously think anyone had found him, was watching him.

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    M’Baku fought for T’Challa. But should he keep fighting for T’Challa’s vision? The king is professing change, such deep change, while the Jabari are supposed to be the guardians of tradition.

    It’s a complex problem, which demands a cool head. So M’Baku could really do without an old love coming back to haunt him, an obnoxious royal teenager, and T’Challa’s secret one-armed guest.

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    18 Jun 2018

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    She sighed. “I know Shuri likes him. I know T’Challa respects him.” Then she looked up. “I know he is a test for M’Baku.”

    He narrowed his eyes.

    “Make no mistake, it was not my king’s intention,” she went on. “You are testing yourself, hayi-hayi lord. Can you accept this man’s presence? If so, then maybe there is hope for Jabari and Wakanda together. Hope for Wakanda and the world together.”

    M’Baku felt suddenly tired by his sleepless night. Ingcuka, a test? He had almost died in the jungle—and so what? What did it symbolize, what was the lesson? The incident in the forest had not shed any light upon M’Baku’s internal conflict, on the contrary. And Okoye’s presence did not help him think.

    “Hope,” he said slowly. “I don’t know if there’s hope.”

    “You are on the Council, M’Baku,” she said, “because you are the one tasked with answering this question.”

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    Six months earlier, Bucky would have said the prospect of dying back home in Brooklyn sounded like a dream. Now, faced with his own imminent demise in a Brooklyn that is almost unrecognizable, it’s decidedly less appealing.

    Honestly, it’s just sort of bizarre. Survive Afghanistan and come home to die in the pseudo-zombie apocalypse. Can’t make this stuff up.

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    01 Jun 2018

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    Stucky + weight gain+belly kink

    They’d been taking fire all the way out of the village, and Steve had ordered Bucky to the back of the vehicle, commanding him to take as many shots as he could, armed insurgents only. The village was full of women and children, none of whom seemed particularly inclined to stay the fuck inside during the firefight, so it was a dicey proposition. Bucky had looked at him with those big eyes, blinked once, and nodded. Then he’d hung out the back of the vehicle and systematically picked off every fighter they passed. It was a beautiful thing, watching Bucky work. Beautiful and terrible, to see him transform, in a matter of seconds, from the charming and affable man who played cards and ribbed his teammates, always quick to make a joke or sling his arm over the shoulders of a buddy, to a killer, cold and mechanical.

    Steve had felt guilty for weeks about how much he’d wanted Bucky in that moment. He wanted both sides of him—the killer and the soldier, the sharpshooter and the subordinate. When they’d gotten back into camp that night, Bucky had smiled at Steve, the gray of his eyes still cloudy and remote. “Thanks for getting us out of there, Cap,” he’d said quietly, as if his own shooting hadn’t had anything to do with it. Steve had to fist his hands, stick them in his pockets, to keep from reaching out and touching him as he spoke.

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    It had been a long time since he'd thought of himself as an idealist, but if anyone was still bound to call him one, it was Bucky.

    ( INFINITY WAR SPOILERS )

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    27 Apr 2018

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    IW aftermath

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    Podfic of...
    The thing is, when an agent reaches clearance level five, it’s because they’re valuable, capable of something an exponentially diminishing few can offer in the ranks of SHIELD. Clint Barton, his personal issues notwithstanding, is unstoppable behind a scope. Jim Woo is an analyst and extractor par excellence. Melinda May has infiltrated half the presidential offices of Asia, and Phil Coulson has an instinct for the unusual that could be the basis of an entire TV show.

    Jasper’s less certain what he brings to the party

    Original story found here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/2219814/chapters/4868184
    Cover art by Reena_Jenkins!

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