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    “His name is Winter,” Bucky says quietly, enunciating every word very carefully. “He’s saved me more times than I can count - than I can recall. He’s protected me from the Soldier for years. Decades. Do not call him an it.”

    The Captain looks… chastised. “I’m sorry, I know-”

    “No, you don’t. You don’t know, and thank god, Stevie, I don't ever want you to know what it’s like.”

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    “What the fuck was I supposed to do?!” Pulling on his hair, he starts pacing around the room. “That's always been my part to play! Following you, following Steve Rogers into fights, making sure he makes it; then Captain America's sidekick, remember? The B-player, making sure that player A shines. I was always meant to be in the shadows, so what, again, I ask, was I supposed to fucking do? Ask you to stay? God, how selfish would that be of a sidekick, hey? Keeping the hero from getting the girl?"

    Bucky's life took on a life of its own - the last thing he really remembers is standing in the field, asking where the fight was. Now, after the fight is over, after Steve's decision, after discovering time travel is possible, he needs to find a way to move forward. Or backwards. Either way, he is not ready.

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    Bucky would turn to Steve and Steve somehow understands that what’s expected now is softly reeling Bucky in for a hug, careful, always infinitely careful, like Bucky’s a precious thing that’s going to break at the slightest touch.
    It’s hard to remember legendary, most feared assassin of the century when Steve holds Bucky gently, tucked between his open legs where he's sitting on the counter, Bucky’s face hidden in the crook of Steve’s neck.

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    "So we've got a few things to discuss, here." Tony gets out from behind the bar, where he's been playing with a tumbler of whiskey. "FRIDAY's scanned you guys on entry and confirmed that you're some versions of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, but you, kid? You're not Peter Parker."

    Bruce Snaps everybody back to life, but... some people appear in wrong realities.
    Or maybe they appear in exactly the reality they really belong in.


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    "Soulmates are made up," Hayley says. "Love is a choice, not a thing the universe magically gives you but only once. You didn't get your one and only shot at happiness at 19. You get as many chances as you want."
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    In which Sebastian, Chris, Hayley, and Anthony are professors at Yale University, are all outsiders running from their own baggage, and find a new family in each other.

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    25 Feb 2021

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    “Are you hungry?” he asks, as Dodger runs back inside and attacks his bowl.

    “Yeah,” Sebastian answers, with a lopsided grin and a dangerous flash of his eyes. “But. Later. After.”

    After, said so nonchalantly, as if he doesn’t understand how much he can unzip Chris with just a word, or a look, or a raised eyebrow. Chris is such a fumbling idiot around him sometimes, because Sebastian’s charm is effortless. One crook of his finger and Chris would be stumbling after him like a newborn colt who hasn’t quite learned to walk yet. This time, Sebastian just looks at him, the promise of something in his eyes, and Chris goes over to him. Sebastian’s hands go onto his hips, low enough to dip fingertips underneath his waistband, and blinks up at him, angelic and demonic all at once, and this man is going to be either his forever or his demise. Chris is ruined for anyone else. Already, after two months.

     

    “Has he imprinted on you yet?”

    “What?”

    “When we first became friends, he would always suggest I borrow his sweatshirts, or lend me soap or laundry detergent, or get me using the same shampoo as he did. I figured out after a while he liked when I smelled like him. He did it to Anthony, too, when we started getting serious, although that turned into more of him stealing Anthony’s clothes than the other way around.” Looking back up at Chris, she smiles too. “It’s a thing he does to people he loves. His way of claiming them.”

     

    Chris swears. “I should make sure I packed those.”

    “You did, sweetheart. I watched you do it.” Sebastian licks his lips and brushes Chris’s cheek. “But go check, if you need to.”

    Chris blows out another breath, frustrated this time.

    “Listen to me,” Sebastian says, kissing Chris on the lips before he continues. “Everybody has their shit. This is a thing that’s hard for you. That’s okay. Don’t make it worse by beating yourself up about it. If making sure you’ve got those sticks is gonna help you be a little less anxious, go do it.”

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    Sebastian, water getting in his eyes, curses his life and his poor decision-making skills. Not for the first time. Not for the last, either, probably.

    “Oh, shh, hold still, baby,” Chris Evans admonishes, and continues trying to get mud off of his paws.

    Or: the were-kitten!Sebastian and white witch!Chris story.

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    23 Feb 2021

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    Chris’s fingers’ve found a nipple. Sebastian’s nipples are sensitive even when he’s not recently shifted shapes. Chris pinches lightly, testing; Sebastian moans, back arching. Chris grins more. Flexes fingers. A tiny flare of magic.

    “Fuck—” Sebastian’s entire body snaps into one taut bowstring of ecstasy. “What the fuck, Chris—”

    “Magic hands,” Chris says smugly, holding them up; and Sebastian punches him weakly in the shoulder and demands, “More, come on, everywhere,” and ends up clinging to him, shuddering through wave after wave of bliss,

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    Sebastian's his father's son, with every family tie and keeping-the-mafia-partners-happy duty that entails. He shouldn't be looking at Chris. He shouldn't want to let Chris sketch his hands. He shouldn't, above all, let himself fall in love with Chris.

    He is looking, and he does want to, and he's falling in love.

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    20 Feb 2021

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    Sebastian’s beautiful because Sebastian’s always beautiful. But today Sebastian’s beautiful in a hopeless bruised uncomprehending sort of way, beautiful like the edge of despair or the glint of broken glass. His eyes are wide and desperate and not quite focused, and his skin is more pale than ever, and he moves as if even breathing hurts, as if being on his feet’s taking every last scrap of will but he can’t do anything else.

     

    “Are you crazy, the fall’ll probably kill ya,” Sebastian quotes lazily. “Sometime. Perhaps.” No commitment. He can’t. Chris can’t.

    The fall, that fall, the kind of fall involving hearts, that’ll probably kill them. Not cinema magic, either. Real bullets and real guns. And the knives in his jacket, in his boot.

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    Quarantine coping mechanisms. Or: Sebastian watches Chris's internet cooking videos, and falls in love. And posts a video of his own...

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    20 Feb 2021

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    Chris is a lot of human; big, noisy, unfettered emotions, sent out fearlessly and joyfully into the world, pulling everyone around him into the strength of his orbit. When he’s drunk, Anthony finds out relatively early into their working relationship, it’s about a thousand times worse.

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    20 Feb 2021

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    Chris cries, “Mackie’s here!” and without letting go of Kat, manages to drag Anthony into their little vertical semi-consensual snuggle.

    “Tellin’ everybody all about how much you love Seabass?” Anthony asks, and Chris nods against him.

    He isn’t slurring, so he isn’t completely gone, just drunk enough to be extra happy and extra concerned that everyone in the vicinity is kept up to date with whatever thoughts are currently running half-formed in his chemical-soaked brain. Chris giggles. “You call him Seabass.”

    “I certainly do,” Anthony agrees.

    Kat is squished between them, and is taking no effort to free herself from the embrace but Anthony is halfway worried she’ll be crushed if Chris decides he isn’t hugging tight enough.

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