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"Look, man, that open ceiling has to be a security issue," Sokka says. Ahead of them, Toph's already climbed onto the stage. "What is this place, anyway? Is it for, like, performances? Dancers? What does the Fire Nation do for entertainment other than burn stuff down?"
"It's an arena, actually," Zuko says. His voice feels distant from him, like it's speaking without his input. "It's used for Agni Kai."
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A few months after the war, the gang stumbles upon a room in the palace. Or, more accurately, the room.
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"What Bob did, during the battle, today,” Bucky said, still looking more sideways at Alexei than forwards at Yelena. “It was…”
“Stupid and vaguely suicidal and wildly irresponsible with his own life and kinda ours as well?”
“Yeah, that, thank you, Yelena,” Bucky answered. “And, the thing is,” he was way overusing that phrase, Yelena noted, “if you or any of the others had done that, you’d be over my knee or Alexei’s the second we got back to the tower.”
Yelena tilted her head a little.
“And if Winter Soldier had done it, he would be over my knee also as quickly,” Alexei added, while Bucky twitched.
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- Part 1 of The New Warren
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Made For You by actualalligator
Fandom Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
11 Oct 2023
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Sergeant Barnes and his Captain by actualalligator
Fandom Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe
09 Mar 2023
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Seventy-Seven to Zero by disasterzoneix
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Red Hood/Arsenal (Comics)
13 Mar 2026
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The pain is no longer sharp—just deep and consuming. It throbs with his heartbeat. Every pulse reminds him he’s still here.
Still breathing.
Still inconveniently alive.
Tim considers staying right where he is up against the tree.
The bleeding will do the hard part—eventually. Hypothermia would help. He’s already soaked from the river anyway and the night air is cold enough to bite. He could close his eyes—rest maybe—stop fighting for once.
The city lights blur and flicker in the distance.
No one would know exactly where he is. Maybe not for another few hours or so. They’d search for a while, then when they find Tim maybe he won’t be here anymore.
His good hand rests limp over his stomach.
I’m so tired...
He thinks bleakly the kind of tiredness that settles into your bones and not just your muscles.Tim’s eyes flutter shut against the night. Keeping them open requires too much effort.
His breathing slows, the sound of the water trickling by keeps him semi present, and for a moment—suspended between pain and sleep—Timothy Drake genuinely hopes he doesn’t wake up.
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Or: Tim gets into a motorcycle accident.