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    '-Jesse smoked in silence, considering hard. It wasn’t just that he’d already used up his usual supply of personal trivia and ‘there I was-’ anecdotes with the archer, it was the way the real stories would crowd at his mind when Hanzo asked that.
    The radio.
    How he’d earned his favorite belt buckle.
    Joe Gay.
    Waking Deadeye.
    ‘Missy’.
    How he’d lost his arm, and whose arm he was wearing now.
    Why he’d killed for the first time.
    ...The lariat.
    Tales he didn’t tell, some of them still classified so hard that just knowing them could change Hanzo's bounty...'
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    Barnes is now glaring at him for some reason. It's somewhat terrifying but also, oddly, a little reassuring— because that's emotion right there, which means there's still somebody behind those eyes. Somebody who seems to think Sam is being a bit slow on the uptake. "Time parameters exceeded. Mission failed."

    "Wait." Sam narrows his eyes. "Is this some kind of... report? Debriefing?"

    "Mission report," confirms Barnes, looking pleased. Well, looking slightly less murderous than before.

    In which various people deal with things they never signed up for, but at the end of the day no one's particularly surprised.

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    19 Oct 2023

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    “Could you drop all that stoic shit and be my freaking-the-hell-out wingman for just like, five seconds here?”

    Steve wasn’t sure he could think of anything he wanted less to do than to freak out about his wounds just then though, so he reached across his chest and gingerly patted Sam’s clenched knuckles. “It’ll be fine,” he promised, believing it. “Serum’s handled worse.”

    “You know, I actually believe you,” Sam allowed after a long second of glaring. “Which is deeply alarming, considering how much of your connective tissue I’ve touched in the last 4 hours. Now you wanna tell me what Russoff’s men did to you that made it look like you got mauled by a bear?”

    Steve flinched, then breathed the memory down to size. “Not a bear,” he murmured. “Wolves.”

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    13 Sep 2023

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    Hands-down best Were fic in this fandom.

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    The difficulties of maintaining privacy in a small apartment.

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    21 Apr 2023

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    In 1989, Hob Gadling gets stood up. He waits.

    A story about meticulously constructing an inn with soft focus, 80's goths and Berlin, a folding chair, The Princess Bride, blondes, blood, fear, Fates, and what was always written. What will always be.

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    29 Oct 2022

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    “An Endless?” Hob asks, softly, because it feels like a question that needs to be soft.

    “That’s what we are,” Death responds, trying again for a small smile. “Me and D—”

    “Don’t,” Hob interrupts, far stronger than he meant to, and Death looks surprised for as long as it takes him to get out, “Don’t, please. I-I want to hear it from him.”

    Sympathy colors Death’s gaze even as Hob feels his face burn. Six hundred years, Hob thinks—he’ll be damned if he finds out his Stranger’s name from anyone but the odd man himself.

    It's 1989 and Hob Gadling thinks he's been stood up. Death herself is kind enough to inform him otherwise—and, well, now Hob's got to bloody do something about it, doesn't he?

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    24 Sep 2022

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