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    Natasha stops by on a Tuesday, early enough in the morning that it would have been late by Steve’s old standards. Now, though, it takes him nearly three minutes just to limp to the door, yawning, and when he opens it he has to lean heavily on the doorframe.

    “Hi,” Natasha says, over the beginnings of birdsong. She’s not alone. “Can we come in?”

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    09 Sep 2019

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    Soldier’s glare has upgraded to Defcon Fuck.

    Captain. That’s right. It sounds right. Commander’s wrong and Fucking Steve is also. Commanders don’t partake in hazing, but Soldier’s met plenty of captains with the gravitas of a bored two year old in church. The lackadaisical irreverence and the - the cow touching are definitely captain behavior.

    Soldier is not afraid of spiders. And he has a metal arm specifically to handle dangerous or toxic substances. Like spiders.
    He decides it is not necessary to open the box at this point in time.

    “Go sit on a cock,” Soldier snaps in Russian.
    “Well, I would, but around here there’s a serious shortage,” Captain says in the same language. “At least for recreational purposes. But let me know if you find any,” he adds, and waves amiably as he goes back inside.

    “Chickens are terrorists,” Steve protests. “I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”
    “Each of them weighs like five pounds max,” Natasha points out.
    “You weigh five pounds max,” Steve mutters.
    Natasha preens, then seems to remember she decided she doesn’t want other people knowing she experiences human emotions. She sits up in the basin. “Their brains are the size of wasabi peas,” she tells him. “Just eat the meanest ones and make the others watch.”
    “They’d just be jealous they don’t get a piece,” Steve says grimly. “They’re cannibals. They eat chicken nuggets.”

    Then the itsy bitsy spider found out that this cohabitation situation had consequences.”
    Steve drops his head back on the swing and rubs his face with one hand. “Making you eat breakfast and stop doing horse tranquilizers is not consequences.”
    “Hah!”

    “Gnrgrhh,” Soldier says, the sound of ire distilled, and whaps the book open.

    Steve manfully resists saying the thoughts in his head, which range from so you like it extra large? to kid, you look like you’re wearing a plaid muumuu.

    “Sure,” Steve says. “But we don’t kill people in parking lots just because they’re idiots. Otherwise we just wouldn’t have enough hours in the day.”

    “You look like you went down on a dead hedgehog,” Steve says frankly. “If you want a beard, you’re gonna have to regrow a new one from scratch.”

    “Okay, what the fuck were y'all doing out here,” Sam says.
    “Suffering,” Bucky says emphatically.

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    Bored with the default page dividers? This is a tutorial/live example on how customize your page dividers with no images needed (though I do show you how you could use images if you wanted to do such a thing).

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    29 Aug 2019

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    Crowley loves taking Aziraphale out to eat almost as much as Aziraphale loves eating, but it's always a bit of a one-sided affair. Aziraphale has never understood why. Crowley planned on keeping it that way, but best laid plans...

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    15 Jul 2019

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    ' They were still luscious and luxurious and worth an entire greenhouse at Kew (or at least the florist’s concession at Liberty’s). But, since Aziraphale, they’d started to flower.
    Whether or not it's readily visible, behind his sunglasses, Crowley finds himself side-eyeing that metaphor very hard. '

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    'Contrary to popular belief, the wings of demons are the same as the wings of angels, although they’re often better groomed.' For Aziraphale, it's about kindness. For Crowley, it's about temptation.

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    14 Jul 2019

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    ‘We really must do this again sometime,’ Aziraphale murmurs.
    ‘Ngk,’ Crowley responds.

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    More than anything, Mike Taylor wanted to be ordinary. Being a genius, he learned early in life, meant people expected too much. A career at the MI6 Help Desk seemed the perfect way to guarantee a lifetime of obscurity, until he got a very unusual tech support call.

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    09 Jul 2019

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    The sound of splashing went silent. Then Alec let out a loud, booming laugh. “You — you shot James?” he gasped out. “With a bloody robot?”
    “Twice. Maybe three times. I’m not really sure how many times, actually,” Q replied wryly. “And I wasn’t trying to. The bot just went homicidal on me.”
    “He’s never going to live this down,” Alec said, still laughing.