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quiet americans by magdaliny
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
22 Mar 2018
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there must have been a moment where we could have said no and the associated post-credits fic.
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31 Oct 2021
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Someone is building machines that look and act like people.
Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier tries to be Bucky Barnes.
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25 Jul 2021
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sam deserves better than these assholes by lazulisong, reena_jenkins, verity
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Hawkeye (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
26 Nov 2020
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This Sunlit Land by eyres for odetteandodile
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)
13 Dec 2020
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In a different timeline, Bucky and Steve have the opportunity to take a quieter path, with some bumps along the way. Featuring: an idyllic farm, dogs named after Disney characters, the Soul Stone, a smattering of plot, and a fairytale ending.
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“Here’s how I see it,” the psychiatrist says. “In 2014, you discovered your employer was the old Nazi organization you died to stop. You found out your best friend, who had died in front of you, was actually a POW who had been brainwashed and tortured. Said best friend vanishes after trying to kill you. Two weeks later, you disappear as well. That sounds like someone vulnerable to radicalization.”
Steve closes his eyes, tries to visualize Bucky sitting among the flowers, outside their home. The dogs are playing around him. “I want a lawyer.”
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13 Dec 2020
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The sweater itself was like a cocoon, pale flecked wool twisted in textured cables, huge and enveloping. Instead of fitted sleeves it had... Bucky wasn't sure what to even call them, wide drapey folds of fabric with cuffs at the ends. He could put his hands through them so they were outside where he could use them, or he could pull them inside like he has no hands at all. If he wanted, he could pull his head through the collar and his feet up through the hem and tuck himself right into the sweater like a tortoise in its shell.