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    Clint is only a couple of sips into his cardboard cup of coffee, his brain barely out of neutral, which is probably why it takes him so long to realize that some damn psycho is trying to kidnap his dog.

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    “I’m not some charity case,” Bucky says pugnaciously.

    “I didn’t think you were,” Clint answers back readily enough. “I mean, I can tell you’re fucked up for sure, but of the two of us, I’m probably the bigger disaster. My sleep schedule is shit, and I drink coffee straight from the pot. I sing in the shower even though I’m deaf as fuck. I have arrows everywhere because I’m an archer — did I tell you that? And I was raised in a literal circus, so I’m not exactly domestic. Let’s see, what else?” He squints down at the ground, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, yeah, I won the building in a poker game with the Russian mafia and every once in awhile they show up and try to take it back, but usually I handle it, no problem. Uh...”

    Clint happens to looks up and Bucky’s eyes are wide, his mouth hanging open. Clint’s hand freezes where he’s rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly embarrassed. Yeah, when you put it all out there at once, it doesn’t sound so good.

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    21 Sep 2026

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    sept 21 2026 4:53 am

    absolutely fucking perfect
    they were meant for each other

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    The first two things that come into Clint's mind when he sees his husband-to-be are both shit. First: Shit, he's hot. Then: Shit, he does not look happy to see me.

    This is the part the experts can't predict. He knew that going in. They ask for preferences and everything, but there's no magic algorithm that can guarantee attraction. If this guy isn't into him physically, the marriage is pretty much doomed.

    He tries a smile as he approaches the end of the aisle, and gets absolutely nothing back. Shit.

    "Hi," he says, holding out a hand. "I'm Clint."

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    21 Sep 2026

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    sept 20 2026 7:08 pm

  3. Public Bookmark 76

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    It took Barton less than a week to find him.

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    21 Sep 2026

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  4. Public Bookmark 52

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    A collection of stories from the universe! Will probably be primarily focusing on Clint/Bucky, but feel free to leave suggestions of what you would want to see!

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    15 Sep 2026

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    blank passivity (i'm hiding my shit-eating grin) 12:30 pm
    the cold creeps in: strangling, suffocating, silent 12:56 pm
    the encoding specificity principle (please, i am not your science project) 4:21 pm
    between "now" and "eventually" 4:39 pm
    portmanteaus 6:08 pm

    absolutely perfect story
    beautifully written
    so much deep-rooted emotion
    this was them and i love them
    i actually could connect with the themes
    and the themes
    again, perfect

  5. Public Bookmark 27

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    Tony Stark was not a man one simply ignored.

    He was charm wrapped in arrogance, brilliance dipped in audacity—a man who could flirt with a statue and still walk away convinced it had blushed. Billionaire. Genius. Avenger. Men and women wanted his attention, and most people were happy with just a glance.

    Most people.

    But not this man.

    Stephen Strange was, quite literally and nomenclaturally, strange. The Sorcerer Supreme. A walking paradox of ego and restraint, sharp wit and sharper cheekbones—cheekbones privately admitted were, irritatingly, better than his own.

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    14 Sep 2026

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    sept 8 2026 3:31 am