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Hartwin - chicken soup craving in the middle of an undercover mission.

“I’m sorry…what?” Eggsy found himself asking staring at Harry like he’d just said something more than a little idiotic. Merlin snorted in Eggsy’s audio feed from his glasses.

Harry didn’t look up from the binoculars he was peering through at their target through the rather dingy window. 

“I said I’m rather in the mood for chicken soup.”

By now Eggsy had learned that Harry fucking Hart could be as demanding and pouty as Daisy when he didn’t get his way. Not that he was thankless. On the contrary he tended to be very gracious when his whims where upheld. And Eggsy in particular was a victim of his demands.

Merlin had offered his sympathies on that one, quoting a list of past love affairs of Harry’s that had been subject to the same treatment. 

“Are you going to whine about it unless I get it?”

“I would never.” Which was Harry’s way of saying indirectly he’d drive Eggsy up the wall.

Eggsy considered it. “Fine. Merlin next time I need to come to Russia let it be with Percival. Please.”

Merlin laughed outright as Eggsy’s dilemma. Longer than he ought to have since Eggsy was not to the street by the time the man tailed off into soft snickers. 

“Harry will pout the entire while you’re gone.”

“If you make it so Percival and I have to pretend to be lovers on top of it I’ll get you another bottle of-”

“Oh lad you are certainly my new favorite.”

Eggsy found it a little easier to collect their late lunch with the plan to pay Harry back already tentatively laid.

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WinterIron & walking in on one of them naked?

Bucky comes to a full stop when he spots Tony in nothing in the workshop. A small, nagging part of his mind thinks that can’t be safe. The rest is eerily quiet while getting a good look at what Tony looks like outside of the underarmor. 

“…I’ve been caught doing worse. Don’t mind it Barnes nothing you haven’t seen before.”

Even in his army days weren’t enough to desensitize him enough to not think anything to see Tony in his birthday suit. Which was saying something as Bucky had adjusted to Steve in the buff, something he got more than a few drunk questions about. Jan and Caral were probably the first of that pack. 

Bucky thinks he can feel his neck overheating and his ears burning. 

“Right.” It sounds sharp and mean to Bucky’s ears so he’s only mortified when Tony looks at him warily. 

Rather than stick around for the questions Bucky turns tail and runs out of the workshop. He can lick his wounds in private that way and maybe ask Steve to explain what he was like when he was smooth. Because that display was more than just embarrassing. 

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Hartwin: Breathless green monster.

Harry glances up at the soft tap to his office door and foolishly he raises his head. Smiling faintly and leaning against the door jamb is Eggsy dressed quite exquisitely to the nines. The formal wear is of course bespoke and hugs the flattering lines of the figure the younger man cuts. The tuxedo is not the standard black and white, but the trousers and jacket are a cerulean with enough sheen to catch the light in a way matte black never could manage. His shirt front is perfectly pressed and his white tie is a subtle touch.

“How do I look?”

“A little overdressed just to come to me looking for compliments. Not gentlemanly of you, Eggsy.” Harry chides but he can feel his own smile. 

“I wanted to make sure I pass inspection before I show up and collect Merlin. Otherwise he’s gonna turn me out ‘n I’ve been looking forward to going to the show for weeks now.” Eggsy goes on his excitement growing increasingly obvious. He’s restless with energy and leaves his post in the doorway to wander up to Harry’s desk. “For real, I look okay?”

Harry could bite right through his tongue to say nothing to spite him. Jealousy never was a flattering trait on him. But fool that he is, greatest of them all, he cannot do something so unkind to Eggsy.

“You look marvelous. If Merlin turns you away from his door come back here and we’ll encroach on his tickets together instead.” Harry wishes Eggsy would ask it of him, because he would.

Instead Eggsy looks down at the tops of his oxfords, neatly polished. “Thanks. First time wearing it or going to anything like this.”

Carefully Harry swallows back his bitterness as it sours further on his tongue. “Have a wonderful time. Don’t make Merlin wait on you, he won’t take kindly to it.”

Eggsy nods and smooths his hands over his jacket front.

“And gloves on. May as well go for the full effect.” Harry says and fixes his eyes back onto the documents he’d been busy with when Eggsy entered. He’ll get no more work done and Harry barely even hears Eggsy’s parting goodbye. He can still hear the tap of his heels when he digs out the bottle from his desk o try and chase the image of his best friend and the younger man Harry had the poor luck to be bewitched by. 

The bottle offers him little solace. 

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Hartwin: why are you so bloody afraid of commitment?

The shouted question startles Harry into stillness. Eggsy might be rash at times and prone to temper but few outbursts with anyone he considers himself close to. Harry knows he is on that list of persons. All the same Eggsy is staring him down, chest rising and falling a little too quickly in his suit, rumpled as it is form its time on the floor. 

“Beg pardon?” Harry asks even if he heard him perfectly well.

“Why are you so bloody afraid of commitment, Harry?”

They have been seeing one another a few months now and the question isn’t without serious merits. Harry never asks Eggsy to spend the night, but he does on occasion. Mostly in the spare room but sometimes they both fall asleep in Harry’s bed after sex. Harry doesn’t tote Eggsy around and show him off, parading around for all to see his good fortune. Instead he’s kept a careful distance between them that Eggsy had been trying to bridge. 

Harry wishes he has a lie that sounds better than the truth - fear. Nothing had ever filled him with the terror he found himself facing looking down at Eggsy’s slumbering face to think he could lose him. The night Harry had had the revelation that his attraction and gravitation to Eggsy ran deeper. Love was not something Harry Hart was familiar with. 

So he’d pulled back.

Tying the sash of his robe Harry considers what answer to give. Measuring words carefully before speaking. 

“What makes you think I was ever the sort of man to commit?”

Eggsy’s expression flushes with a bit more blood at Harry’s cheek. Lips pressing together and clenching his hands into fists. “Don’t fuck about Harry. Give me an honest answer or I ain’t gonna be around to hear it when you suddenly stop feeling like pushing me off.”

It does hurt Harry to cause Eggsy to doubt him so, to distrust him with his well-being. But Harry knows it is not unfounded no matter his heart’s say in matters.

Surprisingly Eggsy waits. 

“Do you recall what you told me when I offered you the opportunity to become a Kingsman agent?” 

The question appears to throw Eggys off but he nods slowly. “Think so.”

Rather than make him repeat it Harry does so instead. “You told me that you didn’t have anything to lose, which was not exactly true. You had your mother and your sister to lose. You life. Your friends. Despite what you might have thought of your prospects you had a life to leave behind and people to miss you.”

Some of Eggsy’s anger is beginning to ebb. Expression more thoughtful and cautious.

“Do you ever wonder why I was such an efficient agent, Eggsy?”

He snorts. “Don’t look for me to say anything nice about you right now I’m pissed at you, Harry.”

“Very well,” Not that Harry had been fishing for compliments, “I was so capable because I had nothing to lose so I was well afforded the risks. I didn’t have a family to question my disappearances for lengths of time, nor to wonder why I might show up half-dead at ghastly hours. I had no friends but the vague, conditional sort you acquire through exposure and time. I had nothing tethering me in place.

“Until I met you Eggsy.”

Somehow Eggsy looks surprised at the statement. How the admission is a shock Harry has no clue. He’s been embarrassingly in orbit of Eggsy since their reintroduction.

“I could go on in a world without nearly anything, because I know the world doesn’t stop for us. But a world without you, my boy, is not a world I find worth living in any longer.”

Eggsy stares, gaping at him in a very ungentlemanly fashion. Mouth moving but no words coming and adams apple bobbing. 

“And nothing has ever terrified me more than someone having so much power over me and my urge to give them more with each moment I spend with them.”

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"When were you going to tell me?" Tony/Bucky please?

The question makes Bucky flail embarrassingly before he presses himself back against his bedroom door. To be fair Tony is sitting on his bed  and had been waiting for him, in the dark like a complete creep. 

“Jesus christ..” Bucky exhaled and stares at Tony a moment. “The hell Stark!”

Tony just shrugs. “If I hadn’t learned you were being all evasive lately intentionally I wouldn’t have had to do this so, you had it coming. So when were you going to tell me?”

Picking himself up off of his door Bucky works on taking off his shoes and turns his back to Tony. “Tell you what?” His heart is still racing from the surprise but it doesn’t last long.

“That you want to date me.”

Bucky’s heart stops. 

“…never.” He mutters when he hears Tony shifting around on his bed. Mostly for fear of Tony getting up and coming over to try and convince him to answer. 

“What I figured.” 

Bucky takes a measured breath and closes his eyes, trying to find the ability to tell Tony to leave. Because this is a conversation he’s been avoiding having for months. Buck isn’t any more keen on having it than he was a month ago.

“Listen Tony-”

“Wanna go dancing handsome?”

Bucky’s head whips around and he stares. “What?”

“You, me. Dancing. Steve said you liked it back in the day. Wanna teach me a few things?”

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"you knew he was responsible for my parents' death and you didn't tell me" tony/natasha?

Natasha is drinking from her water bottle when Tony made his dramatic entrance into the gym. She was still sitting on the weight bench and looked him over, taking in the honest hurt in his expression.

“Barnes, you knew all about it.” It wasn’t a question.

Setting her bottle down first Natasha then swung her leg over to set her feet side by side. “Yes, I knew.” 

“Did the other know?” Because Tony has to know who hasn’t been being honest with him. Tony has to manage this to avoid as much damage as possible because Tony knows what betrayal feels like all too well.

“Steve knows. Sam knows something happened but not the details. Other than that I don’t think anyone else knows besides Fury and Hill.” Natasha is being up front and letting herself look as weary as she feels to have this conversation. “It wasn’t about deceiving you, Tony.”

Tony frowns. “Then explain it to me.”

Natasha favors him with a frown. “You trust me more than that.”

“I do, just this…I’ve gone down this road before and I don’t want to with any of you.” Tony doesn’t say that he can’t handle it from them, not again from people he trusts and likes. Nat hears anyhow, as she always does.

“He wanted to tell you himself and we thought that was the best choice. He hasn’t worked up the nerve to do it yet. Or I imagine he hasn’t unless he told you and that’s why you came in here.”

Tony rubs ah and over his face. “Is that why he keeps acting like I’m going to put on the suit and take him out of orbit?”

“Might have something to do with it.”

Spreading his fingers Tony peaks at her and rolls his eyes. “Funny. Why didn’t you all just say something sooner? Did you all expect I was going to just take it out on him?”

Natasha hadn’t expected him to. Steve had been too emotionally invested in Bucky’s well being to be logical about it and thus worried regardless of any assurances Nat had offered. Sam didn’t know Tony as well as they did but he said he seemed the forgiving type. 

“Was it Barnes or the Soldier that killed my parents?”

“Soldier.” Natasha answered without missing a beat.

“Then there’s nothing to forgive. The kid didn’t do it far as I’m concerned.”

It was reasons like that that Natasha admired Tony, that he could separate, recognize, and even forgive something most would have held grudges for. She took one of his hands and squeezed it, relaxing some when he squeezed back.

“Not everyone is as forgiving as you, Antony.”

Tony snorted softly. “I can’t exactly cast stones. Should I…bring it up instead?”

“Can you manage to be patient to wait for him to?”

“Probably but I’d really like it if he stopped looking like I was going to do something horrible to him every time I was in the same room as him. Can’t be good for the kid.” Tony bit at his lip while he thought.

“Then leave it for him to come to you. He needs to be ready for it or he won’t be able to accept the forgiveness. Might insist on -”

“Redeeming himself?” Tony asked, but the half-smirk on his face was a good sign. “I get it. I really do. Think we both do and if it’ll work out best I’ll…be patient. Might need to remind me though.”

“I can do that.” 

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Sentence: "I thought I could trust you," said Tony, betrayal shining in his eyes (Steve/Tony)

Even as Steve feels a contradiction to the accusation on his tongue he halts when he sees familiar notebook in Tony’s hand. Contents of it no less damning when Tony tosses it at his feet.

Tony’s expression is pinched and tension so coiled that he shakes off and on from how his muscles strain. Emotions reflected in his eyes - betrayal, hurt, and resignation.

“All this time Rogers you’ve just been trying to keep a closer eye on me. Congratulations you out smarted me.” Tony laughs, losing his breath quickly. “I should have known better when Fury came talking about second chances.”

“Tony..” Steve attempts and actually wishes someone else was around to back up any claims he might make. But Bucky isn’t around and neither is Sam. Only the two of them are in the common area of the dorms for the academy. 

“Save it Rogers. You made it clear, at least you were honest - once.” 

The notebook faces open where it rests on the floor with details of Tony Stark’s personal file on display. A few short theories Steve had had early on when Tony had been on the wrong side of SHIELD. When Steve had still had suspicions about Stark’s motivations to have accepted the offer into Avengers Academy. 

“Once a villain, always a villain, right Steve?” 

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@brandnewfashion this is for you because you’ve been on the Star Wars train lately. But be warned I have little actual Star Wars fandom knowledge and I am also drunk writing.

The shop is open faced like most of them in the marketplace so Steve wanders in for lack of better option. There’s only a small droid manning the counter that beeps at Steve in a way that is less than welcoming.

“I need a flight back-” Steve stops when the droid, more a mechanical arm than anything else just snaps at his face and beeps frantically. Were he not in a hurry or dire straights Steve wouldn’t be quite so annoyed as he is. “Is there anyone with a voice box anywhere in this shop or shall I take my business elsewhere?” Steve asks irritably.

“Don’t get snippy with the droids, pal.” A man says as he walks up goggles still covering his eyes and tugging a pair of work gloves off his hands. “You can’t mind your manners with them I’m not much interested in doing business with you.” 

“I’m looking for someone by the name of Rhodes.”

The man is looking more sharply at him now. His face is sand burned and half covered in dark stubble. Shoving his goggles up he eyes him. “Rhodes? No one by that name around here in...five or so years now. Hate to break it to you.”

Steve doesn’t doubt his sources and he doesn’t have better options. “I know he’s here.”

“I told you he’s not.” 

Bucky and Sam are collecting the supplies they’ll need. Natasha is waiting for them and won’t linger around for them longer than is safe. This is their best opening to reconnect but needing to illegally travel is slowing Steve and Bucky down considerably. Sam can separate and go alone legally, Steve been trying to convince him to do as much.

“Major Danvers sent me.”

“Tell you when that starts meaning something to me.” The man says and drops into a seat beside the droid giving it a pat. “I don’t know what you’re after but you aren’t going to get anywhere with you current approach. Strangers aren't well liked around here unless they have something you want.” 

Desperation makes frustration come easier for Steve so he finds himself doing something he normally frowns upon. “You will give my friends and I safe passage to the nearest freighter convoy.” Steve keeps his tone steady and command, eyes focused on the man.

The stranger blinks at Steve and frowns slowly. “I will...give you safe passage?” He repeats like it’s a question.

“Yes, you will.” Steve says and slips further into the small shop front assured his mind trick has worked. And he’s confident of that up until a wrench connects with his head, forcibly.

The man looks at the droid and huffs, eyes the fallen man, clearly able to see the saber on his belt as he lays on his floor. “Dummy he just tried to mind trick me...” 

The droid beeps at its master and clicks its claw at Steven where he lays.

“I hate the force. Jedis too.” Tony gripes as he pulls off his goggles and reaches to drag the now unconscious body inside to talk to Rhodey about who Carol is volunteering their services to now. “Close up the shop front buddy.”