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  1. Public Bookmark 55

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    Bucky is walking out of Starbucks when he sees a Captain America signal hanging in the sky.

    "Uh," Bucky says, stopping dead on the sidewalk. "Huh."

    For one thing, he doesn't have a Captain America signal.

    So… that seems like kind of a bad sign.

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    (Bucky!Cap, doing his best.)

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    22 May 2018

    Bookmarker's Notes

    No matter what Steve had to say about the fact that Bucky seemed to be regressing through time into the ape from whence he evolved, Bucky had not—unlike Steve—dyed every single goddamn hair on his face.

    "Are you a chimney sweep?" Bucky asked. "Did the ghost of Patrick past take you over and change your appearance? What is this?"

  2. Public Bookmark 43

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    A conversation between Sam and Bucky as they wait for Thanos. Short, sweet, and utterly uncaring for the doom ahead. Or--Bucky shoots his shot.

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    06 May 2018

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    Sam shifts. “No! Well. I dunno. You’ve been cooped up with goats for awhile. I’d get it if you were just bored. Or lookin’ to blow off steam.”

    Bucky gives Sam an even stare. “There was this one goat that kept headbutting me and screaming at me unless I gave it attention. Sometimes it would run away and pick fights with other goats. I called it Steve.”

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    Batman needs a Robin.

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    13 Apr 2018

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    "It just says 'Mr. Wayne I have never made a game before and I am very tired', with no punctuation."

    "We should send him an edible arrangement. He has a company to run and instead he's letting you waste his time with kale games."

    "I have a company to run, and he's wasting my time with bad kale games."

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    Bucky's just having a little trouble...finishing. Completing the mission. He can squeeze the trigger but he can't make the shot is what he's saying.

    Which is why he's here, loitering outside a nice brownstone in Park Slope, trying to find the courage to knock on Captain Come Control dot com's door for his three o'clock appointment.

    You know, just normal Thursday things.

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    01 Apr 2018

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    He's going to ruin it and be stuck living out this ridiculous sisyphean parody for the rest of his life. His only choice will be to become a eunuch and move to Borneo, become the dickless god of basket weaving and transcend this fucking hellscape.

  5. Public Bookmark 19

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    Jeeves stiffened. He trembled. He quivered like a ukulele string that had just been plucked by Lolly Lucas, the Ukulele Queen of the music hall.

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    20 Mar 2018

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    I don’t know if you remember the first time you tried an oyster, but I recall the occasion distinctly. There it was, all grey and wet and slippery and horrid-looking, and common sense would appear to caution against anything as ridiculous as shoving it in one’s mouth, but somehow I did it anyway because it seemed the done thing and now I am as keen an oyster-shoveller as you’ll ever meet walking down Jermyn Street.

    This struck me as rather an oyster-y sort of situation.