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After Siberia, it all comes back to Stark. It always comes back to Stark. Maybe the universe is trying to tell Bucky something.
Tony isn't taking the universe's calls, but when he gets stranded in the past of WWII with the Winter Soldier, it's time to face his demons and the music. It's just... did the music have to be some kind of Whitney Houston ballad? Seriously.
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19 May 2018
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Napoleon was used to seeing all sorts in his shop: harried office types who knocked back their espressos before grabbing a long black to go, bored housewife types who took their lattes heavy on the syrups and low on the fat, tourists who ordered their coffees topped with whipped cream as they embraced a certain vacation-based joie de vie, college kids simply looking for a cheap caffeine fix while they took advantage of his free Wi-Fi.
Six foot five, blond and leanly muscled, on the other hand, at seven in the morning and with the most delicious jawline Napoleon had seen in days, was certainly a first.
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Or: The modern day coffee shop AU in which Napoleon makes Illya all kinds of coffee except for Illya's actual order, and things aren't all quite what they seem to be.
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01 Jan 2016
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Ten minutes to go to ground zero and Artyom was still desperately trying to escape. “I have never attended little girl’s birthday party,” he pointed out repeatedly, and actually pouted, big blue eyes wide and pleading.
“Always a first time,” Napoleon said mercilessly, pulling on a charcoal Tom Ford blazer over his loose gray knit. “Mrs Siegfried invited us weeks ago, Artyom, don’t be a baby. You’ve had quite a while to gird your loins. We’re going to a party, not some sort of trench warfare. Smile.”
Artyom scowled, which was admittedly normally an adorable look even for a tall, blonde Russian giant of a man. “I do not like Mrs Siegfried,” Artyom declared, clearly intent on being as recalcitrant as possible.
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29 Dec 2015
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"There is something you should know before making a final decision.”
“I’m already aware he’s Russian, sir,” Napoleon said. “And he’s still on good terms with them, so he must at least technically be a Communist.”
Waverly brushed that aside. “All of the Russian agents are. Kuryakin, however, is also an admitted homosexual.”
(An original-recipe Man from U.N.C.L.E. fic.)
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23 Dec 2015
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A set of stairs, five minutes and one picked lock later has him in the room, facing the safe. Napoleon has dealt with safes like this one before, and his methods are not exactly what the agency teaches -- nor, indeed those taught by the KGB, Illya had told him, scorn for Napoleon's previous vocation clear in his voice, their methods usually involve drilling -- but Napoleon can crack into a safe in half the time they can, the only issue is the delicacy required. He's good at delicacy, when the situation calls. He's good at most things -- Illya had scoffed, said "I'm better", walked away.
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23 Dec 2015