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Clint, come back t'bed

"I've got stuff I gotta do, Buck. And everyone's gonna be awake soon, what do you think they're gonna think if they find us sleepin' together in the same bed?"

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brooklynbuck replied to your post:@brooklynbuck said: [booming cackle echoes in the...

remember that thread where they’re gonna end up in a hydra base with the chair?

...I like where this is going.

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@brooklynbuck said: [booming cackle echoes in the distance]

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"Why thank you, James." A smirk grew on her face as Jemma reached up to touch the flower gently. "Dare I ask if there's a reason?"

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"Well, this is unexpected." Clint said with a small smile, one hand coming up to touch the flower in his hair, but not remove it. "Am I pretty now, Bucko?"

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"Buck. Hey, Bucko. D'you know why cemeteries have fences around them?"

"Because people are dying to get in!"

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brooklynbuck replied to your post “Dean or Buck?”

I win

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Dean or Buck?

Send me two names and I'll tell you which one my muse will save from certain death.

"What?"  No.  Choosing was impossible.  She glanced down, attempted to collect her thoughts.  The idea of having to choose either of them was unfair, and she... she couldn't.  Not now, not ever.

She shook her head.  "I can't."  How could she?  Two men she cared so damn much about. Choose. She had to. Regardless of how much it hurt, how much she felt like she was betraying the other, she had to choose one.

Except she couldn't. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stand the thought of being without either of them, of allowing either of them to die. She couldn't do it.

"Both of them. Dean and James. I'd save them both, regardless of the cost."