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Dark Matter by mysterycyclone
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe
19 Jun 2024
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The last thing Peter sees is Tony's horrified, heartbroken expression leaning over him. The guilt in his eyes is almost worse than the burning pain that's taking Peter apart piece by piece. The world starts to go dark.
There's a flash of gold and green. For one moment, he finds himself standing amongst the Guardians and others. And then darkness again. It feels like blinking; an extended period of nothingness that ends as abruptly as it begins. One moment there’s nothing, the next there’s light.
“Easy,” a woman says. Her words are gentle, and carry a slight accent that he can’t place. "I'm called Wonder Woman. What's your name?"
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- Part 1 of Dark Matter Multiverse
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#HeySpiderMan by Jenetica
Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Deadpool - All Media Types
06 Sep 2022
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The #HeySpiderMan hashtag is supposed to be a low stakes, friendly way for the people of New York to communicate with Peter. Not (to repeat: not) so people can proposition him by tweeting gratuitous nudes at him. Annoyed and impatient, Peter tries to solve the problem the best (re: worst) way possible: By telling the world, on live television, that he and his boyfriend would like the propositions to stop.
Just one problem: Peter doesn't actually have a boyfriend. Like, at all. He doesn't even get laid, he's so busy.
Wade aims to fix that.
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Road Trip by dr_girlfriend
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics), Hawkeye (Comics)
31 May 2019
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“Jarvis?”
“Yes, sir. I have a notification for you. Sergeant Barnes is accessing the armory. He has also obtained keys to a vehicle.”
Clint rubs a hand over his face. “Why do I care?” He’s got 99 problems, but the goddamn Winter Soldier ain’t, to his knowledge, one of them.
“You are the ranking Avenger on site, sir.”
Clint considers this horrifying prospect. Although…
“Jarvis, am I the only Avenger on site?”
“Yes, sir.”
Well. Some things never change.
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Sign Your Name (Across My Heart) by dr_girlfriend for Kangofu_CB
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics), Hawkeye (Comics)
14 Oct 2019
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Bucky doesn’t even realize he’s stopped walking until Steve bumps into him from behind, almost falling over as his slight frame bounces off of Bucky’s bulky one.
“Buck? You okay?”
“Yeah,” Bucky says absently, unable to look away for a moment even as he reaches out and steadies Steve with a hand on his slim shoulder.
The man is fuck-off tall, with bright blue eyes. He’s wearing a purple t-shirt with a target on it that hugs his broad shoulders and lean waist. Dark jeans, gone a little frayed at the seams, stretch down and down and down his endless legs.
“Who’s that?” he asks, as Steve shakes off his grip and comes around to take a look.
“Who? Him?” Steve lifts his hand to point and Bucky slaps it out of the air.
“Jesus, Steve, don’t be so obvious. Yeah, him. Purple shirt,” Bucky says. Biceps that I want to bite. Abs to die for. Scruff that I’d like to feel between my thighs, he doesn’t say.
“Barton. One ‘a the archery guys.”
“He’s deaf?” Bucky asks, and maybe it’s rude to ask Steve, but he wants to know more about this guy. He wants to know a helluva lot more about this guy.
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I Dreamed I Held You in My Arms by dr_girlfriend for FadedSepia
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Hawkeye (Comics), Captain America (Movies)
25 Jun 2020
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He’s just about managed to focus on the mission, mentally reviewing the details of the target, when Clint strolls out of the bathroom, long and lean and —
“You’re wearing that?” James finds himself saying.
Clint stops short as he loops the purple aid around his ear and presses the earmold in, sky-blue eyes wide and startled. “Yeah? Why — is there something wrong with it?”
James can’t help himself, his eyes wandering the slow course from head to toe. The dress shirt is mustard-yellow, linen so fine that it’s practically transparent. The collar is unbuttoned almost midway, showing the sharp jut of Clint’s collarbone and a slice of freckled chest below. The residual steam from the shower is already making the fabric cling to Clint’s incredible musculature. It’s fucking obscene.