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Scents and Sensibility: The Working Assassin's Guide to Supersoldier Seduction by galwednesday, silentwalrus, skellerbvvt
31 Oct 2018
Captain America wakes up from the ice in 2013. The Winter Soldier wakes up in 2009, or rather defects from HYDRA, for a value of defect that’s closer to decimate. He ends up working for SHIELD. In April 2014, he’s assigned to Captain America’s mission as a sniper.
Steve’s just trying to get some kind of life together. Bucky is too, or at least he was until tall, blond and Captain shows up and starts just - being there, all the time. It’s terrible. It’s the worst. He has to do something about it.
30 Jul 2018
“So,” Sam said.
“I’m not afraid of trains,” Steve said preemptively. “Bad things happen to me everywhere, if I was afraid every time something reminded me I’d be a nervous wreck just going out to get groceries.”
Sam stopped next to the dining car and gave Steve a long, considering look. “I was gonna ask if we should get coffee, but yeah, let’s talk about this.”
Steve ducked his head to avoid eye contact. “Bucky’s the one who fell off, and he picked the train. Go intuit feelings about him,” he muttered, pretending to search for their tickets.
Another relic of a comment fic, which was written on the fly comment-by-comment and has not be edited since. Saved from the void by the very good @castillon02 so we can now all enjoy the adventures of Cigar, the world's smallest dog, and his love affair with Shoe. Also, Baker Eames and Steampunk Bistro Waiter Arthur as they pitch woo in any given direction.
Bucky almost started looking at their boots. Being a Howler guaranteed you the top grade. They even got the original pork shoulder SPAM to choke on, instead of off-brand. The first few cans had been a relief. The next hundred, less so.
Next to Bucky’s feet was a breathing fella, eyes cracked open and watering. Head caved in around a rock. He smelled a few more agonizing hours from death unless it got cold enough. No fear stench. The fear stench was good, in its own way. Like somebody swallowing wrong and then getting enough air to cough. It was when you had the wet, airless choke a fella had cause to worry.
No boots. To the victor'd already gone the spoils.
- Part 4 of Gasoline Family
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For those that don't know what Rule Ten is, see the end notes. Treat this as Enlightenment period found literature and roll with it. If there are tags I forget send me a line and I'll fix it.
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Reese tries to tail Finch over and over but never sees his home. Eventually, his imagination starts to run away with him.
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14 Jul 2016