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  1. Rec 10

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    “Steven—”

    “Bucky—” said Steven, probably to irritate James.

    “Come on. You know—”

    “There are two thousand of them, you have to negotiate.” The court wizard had said at least two thousand, sweating nervously; the scrying glass wasn’t always reliable, but it sounded very likely.

    “The hell I do.” James slammed his fist onto the table, making the mugs of ale jump. “This isn’t Canterbury. He has no rights here.”

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    19 Jun 2018

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    “We captured—oh my God.” Bucky was starting to go pale. “We captured the king and you made a deal with a witch. Steven, you are more trouble than an oiled pig.”

    “I’m not taking it back. I like this body.” Steven flexed a bicep; after all those sword blows, he wasn’t even sore. “I’m going to say it was a miracle.”

    “Your immortal soul, Steven,” said Bucky, despairing.

  2. Rec 26

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    Taskmaster has lost his weapons, his mask, and an increasing amount of his memory. Good thing Deadpool's here to help. Wait, bad thing. I meant bad thing.

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    11 Jun 2018

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    As a supervillain supercriminal contract worker with a morality deficit, Clint Barton leads a glamorous life. You know, stolen cars, dangerous women, a really confusing relationship with a meddling do-gooder, the works. It's pretty awesome. Except for, uh, medical bills, the mob, and being on the run all the time. That part isn't all that awesome.

    (A supervillain AU where Clint shoots arrows at people and gets beat up a lot. So, not really that much of an AU.)

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    11 Jun 2018

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    08 Jun 2018

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    Bucky starts to believe in a vengeful god on May the twelfth, year of our Lord two thousand and fucking eighteen, because that’s the day he makes fun of Clint Barton for carrying around a dainty little packetful of tissues in his pocket and honking into them like a congested donkey every fifteen minutes. “Fucking polleb,” Clint swears, wiping at his watering eyes. “Fucking claritin. Fucking zyrtec. Fucking bastards, all of dem.”

    “What’s happened to your pokeymen now?” Bucky asks distractedly, not looking away from where Natasha is very slowly setting the last Joker on her vast, exquisitely balanced house of cards.

    “Dat’s not - dey’re not pokémon,” Clint says, aggrieved. “Dey’re drugs. And dey don’t work for me.”

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    12 May 2018

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    FUCKING HILARIOUS