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    “So talk to him,” Sam says.

    “I can’t,” Bucky groans. “I can’t, Sam, I. He just.” He fluffs his hair up and stares at Sam, distraught. “I want him to bench press me.”

    “Okay, so it’s serious,” Sam interprets. “Got it."

    (Or: The one where Sam is Bucky's long-suffering roommate, Bucky is a hot mess of a millennial, and Hot Steve spends far too much time on the Lat Pull-Down machine.)

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    16 Jun 2018

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    Hot Steve at the gym!

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    “You can be rougher,” Bucky says. “If you want.”

    They’re about four minutes post orgasm and Steve is still trying to figure out where his legs are. “Muh?”

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    09 Jun 2018

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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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    06 Jun 2018

  4. Public Bookmark 49

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    Glancing back up, Steve realizes that there’s something off about what he’s seeing. It takes him a moment to place it, overcome as he is with seeing his home—and it is his home, the Brooklyn he grew up in. But the longer he stares, the more the image starts to distort. His own memories layer over top, a perfect duplication, but it’s like a layer of paint. He scrubs a hand over his eyes, stares harder and—there! The colors flicker out like cheap lights, fading away into grayscale till the sky is off-white, the East River churning charcoal below him.

    It’s eerie, uncanny, the not-quite-rightness of it all. If he doesn’t focus on anything in particular, the image snaps back into place, right again. It unsettles him, making him nervous and flighty in place of the warm familiarity he’d felt only moments before.

    Then he remembers: Hadn’t Bucky called to him from just this spot?

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    29 May 2018

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    14 May 2018