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Time Gone By III

Pairing(s): Steve Roger x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: First off, I would like to apologize for how long this took to get out. I was feeling super unmotivated for a while there. Also the day that I finished this was the day before Chadwick Boseman’s tragic death and I just didn't feel right posting this immediately following that, so I made the decision to wait a couple of days though that is not enough time to properly mourn this legend that was gone too soon. So without further ado, here is part 3 of Time Gone By.

Steve was called to the Council Room at noon. He walked in to already find every available Avenger and fighter already crowded into the room. Various representatives from each battalion were scattered around the edges of the room while T’challa stood with you, Bucky, Sam, Rhodey, and Nat around a large table. Steve spotted his sister and mother sitting just behind T’challa. All of the chairs that usually adorned the room had been moved somewhere else in the palace to make room for everybody. The mood was somber and heavy. Almost everyone’s expression was stormy except you and Nat who were talking animatedly with one another. Bucky was caught in a serious looking conversation with T’challa. You looked up to see Steve walking towards you and immediately you shut up and your facial expression became just as gloomy as everybody else's. Bucky noticed as you tensed and cut off his conversation with T’challa to stand protectively behind you and placed a gentle arm around your waist possessively.

“Your Majesty, I’m sorry I didn’t realize that I was late.” Steve apologized as he approached T’challa.

“Nonsense Captain.You’re right on time. We were just finalizing the battle plans and we wanted to catch you up to speed.” T’challa said as warmly as he could muster given their current situation, but Steve could see the thinly veiled fear in his eyes.

“Oh?” Steve asked in a false disinterested tone barely masking his shock at having been left out of the planning.

“Yes, Steven. We’ve been planning this for weeks, but you wouldn’t know that, would you? You were too far off the grid to call or write so how could we have found you to help us make battle plans,” you said in a mock cheery tone, disguising all of the things that you really wanted to say to him.

“That was uncalled for,” he replied authoritatively.

“What did I say that wasn’t true?”

“Please, please. Can we resume discussing strategy?” T’challa cut in.

“Sorry, T’challa,” you said as you returned to your previous more focused stance, your eyes intent on the battle plans on the table before you.

“Thank you. So the Dora Milaje as well as the Jabari will follow the majority of the Avengers and I into battle. We will all advance in a line and hope to defend the border. If they break through, we will need to forma U and funnel them into our waiting arms. Y/N and Wanda will stay to defend the palace, my sister and Vision.”

“It’s too dangerous,” Steve protested.

“Who said that you got an opinion?” you muttered venomously.

“When I left-“

“A lot has changed since you left.”

“When I left,” Steve continued, attempting to pick up where he left off.

“When you left is irrelevant!”

“When I left, you were harmless. You wouldn’t be able to defend yourself, and for that matter, I have a hard time believing that you can now.”

“Asshole!”

“I’m just trying to protect you!” Steve shouted back.

“Well, stop it!” you said before storming out of the room.

…

A few hours later, Steve heard a knock at his door. He opened it up expecting to find Nat behind it, but was surprised to see Wanda there. She looked like a mess. Her hair looked as though it hadn’t been brushed in days, and she was wearing stained sweats.

“Hey. How have you been?” he greeted her.

“As well as can be expected, but really I should be asking you that question. I heard about your outburst today.”

“I just want to protect her.”

“But she’s not yours to protect anymore. Please tell me that you understand that. You have to stop living in this delusion that everything is the same as when you left three years ago,” Wanda said as she watched the light in Steve’s eyes dim as he stared at the floor. She could feel a piece of her heart breaking for him.

He was the one who had been there for her after she lost Pietro, and the only one who had provided her the slightest comfort. He had related. It reminded him of losing Bucky. He had always fought for her, even when she was responsible for all of those deaths in Lagos. He had been a father figure to her, but now he was just a shell of the man that she used to know.

“I know that I ruined everything when I left, but I thought that a part of her would still love me.”

“And a part of her does, but she had to move on. You weren’t there, but she was devastated. You were her everything and you dropped her like garbage.”

“I just need to know that she’s safe. What’s so wrong with that?”

“Possessive doesn’t look good on you Steve, especially not for another man’s girl.”

“She can’t have made up for a lifetime of training in 3 years.”

“You taught me in a couple of months.”

“But I never wanted this life for her,” Steve said as his voice broke.

“But it’s the one that she has, and you can’t take it away from her or turn back time. This is who she is now and you have to accept that. You know, I was so mad when you left. I’m even madder now.”

“I shouldn’t have left you like that. You were going through some terrible things, and I should’ve been there for you,” Steve said mournfully while still staring at his shoes.

“No. Do you realize that I might lose the only person that I have been able to bring myself to truly love since Pietro? I fell in love with him because he seemed so permanent, like he would never die, and now he might leave me too. You had a love like mine, you had everything, and you threw it all away. It seems so careless now more than ever when I am fighting for the very thing that you let die,” Wanda said, her voice breaking and her eyes glassy.

“I’m so sorry, Wanda. I didn’t th-“

“No you didn’t, but you should have. I’ll see you on the other side,” she cut him off as she reached for the door.

“Of the battle?”

“Or else” Wanda finished as she left.

Steve realized after his conversation where he had to go. He knocked on the door to find Bucky standing behind it.

“Hey man, what are you doing here?”

“Is Y/N here?” Steve asked tentatively.

“No.”

“Good because I’m here to see you. We need to talk,” Steve said as he walked past Bucky and into your room before taking a seat on the bed.

“Yeah, sure, come right in,” Bucky muttered under his breath.

“She thinks that I left her.”

“Yeah, buddy, because you did.”

“No I didn’t. I told you how to contact me before you went into the ice. You knew where I was. If she had wanted to find me, she could’ve asked you. Why doesn’t she know that? I never really left her. When were you going to tell her that?”

“When I went into the ice, I didn’t know what would happen, and then I came out and she was there and you weren’t. She was heartbroken, and I wasn’t at my best either, not that you cared. We had to help each other and then things just happened. No offense, but at that point, she didn’t really seem like she wanted to be in contact with you, and I didn’t want to upset her, so I didn’t tell her and risk upsetting her.”

“But I did care. I would’ve come back if I had known that she needed me!” Steve protested.

“She never stopped needing you, and you still left anyway. Now I think that it’s time that you leave.”

“And what about us Bucky?” Steve asked as he stood up angrily.

“What about us? You left me too!”

“No I didn’t. You could’ve come with me.”

“No I couldn’t. I was dangerous. I had to go into the ice. If it had been you, I would’ve been there.”

“I thought that we were past this.”

“Not as far past it as things seemed. Now I think it’s time that you go.”

Steve huffed as he stormed out the door. There was only one place that he wanted to go, one place that would make him feel better. He headed towards the gym, determined to punch his feelings out like a typical problematic white boy with anger issues. As he neared the gym, he could hear grunts and thuds coming from inside. Weird. He thought that he would be the only one at the gym the day before the fight. Everybody else should be resting, still the grunts persisted. He rounded the corner and peered inside of the gym to find you attacking a punching bag like your life depended on it, which it would tomorrow. Steve had to admit; you truly were talented and obviously a fast learner.

“Impressive form,” he commented as he walked through the doors.

“I don’t remember asking,” you panted as you stopped for just a second to grab a sip of your water.

“I want to apologize for what I said this morning. I was wrong. You can obviously hold your own, and I’m sorry for insinuating otherwise.” “Insinuating? Are you kidding me! You did everything but flat out call me incapable in a room full of people, whose respect I had to work so hard to earn. Do you know that when most of these people met me I was an emotional mess? They never thought that I could learn to fight because I was pathetic, and you made me that way, but you know what? I worked, and I trained, and I tried so hard, and I clawed my way to the top of the chain of command. I earned my spot at that table, and you came in there today and placed doubts in the mind of those people, my people! You called back all those memories of the weak little girl I was, and I hate you for that. You can leave me, and I’ll survive, but you cannot just come back into my life and call my accomplishments into question like you know me or the work I put in. You cannot base your opinion of me off of the mess you made me,” you finished in a dangerously even tone.

Steve stood there in shocked silence for a few moments. You would never have spoken to him like that 3 years ago. The maddest you ever got was when he argued that Coke was better than Pepsi or that Coach was the best roommate on New Girl. He didn’t recognize the strong, confident, and independent woman standing in front of him today. He finally found the strength to speak again and muttered out weakly, “I just came down here to hit a punching bag.”

“Really? And here I thought that you were more the punching holes in walls type of incel.”

“Y/N, please.” “Fine, you wanna spar?” “Sure,” Steve said as he headed over to the mat that covered a large expanse of the floor.

You took your place opposite of him, and out of nowhere, leapt at him like a tornado. You kicked at his stomach, but he blocked it at the last minute. He tried to punch you, but swung too far to the left, leaving his middle unguarded. You ran at him headfirst like a battering ram and knocked him onto his back. He tried to wrestle for control and flip you, but you clenched your thighs and remained squarely on top of him. You bent down slowly until your lips brushed against Steve’s ear and whispered in a low husky voice.

“You let me win.”

“What? No I didn’t!” Steve exclaimed as he tried to sit up.

“Do you wanna try this again?” “Y/N, you know it’ s not fair, no matter how good you are.” “Do you let Nat win?” “Well no, but she’s Nat. If I did, she would cut my balls off, and besides, she’s a former Soviet spy. She sneaks up on me.” “Ok, and she trained me. Honestly, of the two of us, I’m the more likely to cut off your balls. I have a motive and all.”

“Fine. Do you really want to do this?” “No, Steve. I asked you to spar, but I really wanted to sit down and have a tea party,” You said sarcastically as you stood up and let Steve up from the ground. “Was that sarcasm? I feel like that was sarcasm.” “No shit, Sherlock.” “You know I actually understood that!” Steve said excitedly.

“I would hope so because those stories were written in the 1800s. God, you expect people to applaud everything you do, don’t you?” “You used to.” “I was a fool back then. Like Daisy Buchanan said, ‘That’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”

“The Great Gatsby,” Steve said almost reverently.

“Wow! You got that one too!” you mock exclaimed even more sarcastically than before. “Now, fight me for real this time, and I mean it.”

You resumed your position and Steve came at you this time. He tried to sweep your legs out from under you, but you stepped back out of his range quickly. You aimed a blow to his side, but he blocked it easily.

“You know, I’m actually at a disadvantage without my shield.” “Shut it supersoldier!” you panted.

Steve kneed you in the stomach and you quickly had you on your back after that. You almost managed to wriggle out from under him, but he pressed his grip tighter. You managed to flip him on his back though, and pin him, but he pulled you off of him by your thighs and pushed you into the mat face first.

“Is this what you wanted, daisy?” he asked, using his old pet name for you.

Hearing it again sent you spiraling. It reminded you of the date that he had given it to you on. It was one of your first ones, and also your favorite. Before he had left, you considered it the best day of your life. After, it just served as a cruel reminder of everything that you had lost.

He had taken you out to the middle of upstate New York, promising a surprise you wouldn’t forget. He pulled the truck over to a service road, and led you through the woods until you reached the edge of a meadow filled with daisies. You had a picnic and talked and just enjoyed each others’ company away from all of the pressures of the city and saving the world. Later, you had fallen asleep in the warm sunshine and when you had woken up, there was a daisy chain waiting on your chest. You sat up, grinning and placed it on your head, beaming from ear to ear. “You’re so beautiful, like my little daisy,” he had whispered awestruck. That was the moment that you knew you loved him. That was the moment that would remained burned into your heart forever and you hated Steve for souring it.

Coming back to the present, you roughly shoved Steve off of you, you face burning red. You rushed out of the room right as the tears started running down your cheeks.

“Y/N,” he called after you.

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And They Were Roommates Part 6

Pairing: Ransom x Reader

Warnings: Language

Tags: @dark-night-sky-99

A/N: Hey guys! I’m back. Sorry about the wait but Part 6 is finally here.

After Ransom had left, you pressed your back against your door to stabilize yourself as you exhaled shakily. You slowly sunk to the floor and pulled your knees up to your chest. You sat there as you felt your heart breaking.

Somehow the bastard had managed to worm his way back into your heart. You had sworn that you would never let Ransom Drysdale hurt you again, that you wouldn’t let yourself care about him. Your eyes began to tear up, and you could feel yourself struggling to hold it in as you wheezed agonally.

“No,” you thought to yourself as you resolved yourself to never cry over this boy again. You stood up and wrapped your arms around yourself as if you were holding the pieces that were once you together.

…

It had been two weeks since Ransom had left, or more accurately, you sent him away. You had sent him away because you were afraid. You could admit that to yourself now in the quiet after he was gone. You were afraid of getting hurt and of caring about anyone like that but especially him.

You missed him like you would miss a limb. You hadn’t realized how dependent you had become on him in the short few weeks that he had lived with you, not in the traditional sense though. It was little things, like getting you to take a break from you hours upon hours of studying. Sometimes it was making you watch a movie with him, others it was something small like sliding a bag of Cheez-Itz under your door. Now it felt like the most laborious task just to force yourself to get up and go to the kitchen. Some days you would get so caught up and forget to eat entirely. Ransom would’ve yelled at you for that.

It hurt to think about him, but he was all that you could think about. He was the first thing on your mind when you woke up and the last thing when you went to sleep. It was a little pathetic if you were being honest with yourself.

You missed all the things that had seemed so insignificant between the two of you, like when you would sit on the couch, watching a movie and you would curl up into his side because you were cold. Looking back on it, maybe some of the things that you did with him did blur the line, but some small part of you couldn’t help but want it.

You also missed wearing his sweaters. You loved the way that they hund off you, and the fact that the arms were too long so you could whack them around and smack him with them. He had left one of his sweaters at your place. It was the same one from the night of the bar. You had kept it in your room, swearing that you would give it back eventually, but you hadn’t, and now it was too late. You had moped around your apartment in the sweater for about a week, but it had lost the smell of Ransom that was the entire reason that you loved it. Now, it was just another sweater.

In the first few days after he had left, your phone was buzzing nonstop with messages, Snapchats, DMs, voicemails, emails, and more from Ransom. You hadn’t answered any of them. Your phone was neglected for three days. You didn’t want to hear what he had to say. Eventually, it had just stopped ringing. Your friends called too. They hadn’t heard from you and were worried. Even Meg called; Ransom had asked her too.

You hadn’t been out or left your apartment at all since he left. Some part of you irrationally feared that he would just be waiting outside to ambush you. You were running low on groceries though. You didn’t even have enough in your pantry to make a suitable breakfast. You didn’t remember unflavored Ramen and moldy strawberries as being part of a traditional Continental breakfast.

You grabbed your keys and headed out to your favorite coffee shop down the street. When you reached the street, you breathed in fresh air for the first time in a week. You checked over your shoulder hastily for the fear that Ransom would pop out of nowhere and kiss you again. Another part of you, deeper down, hoped that he would. You hurried down the street with your head ducked down into the collar of your coat, your cheeks flushed from the brisk air.

You stopped briefly outside of the coffee shop, about to head in, when you caught sight of an all too familiar face. Ransom stood behind the counter clumsily creating some whipped drink that was more cream than coffee. You never thought that you would see Ransom working and especially not in some shitty apron. You got caught up in staring at him for a couple minutes. You caught yourself and hurried away before he could catch sight of you.

…

A few days later, you were walking by the coffee shop again, the same way that you had everyday since you had found out that Ransom was working there. This time you just couldn’t stop yourself from walking in.

“Hi,” you said with mock cheeriness and thinly veiled anxiety to the tiny college girl working the register.

“What can I get for you?” she replied in a disinterested tone.

“Actually I was wondering when Ransom was working?”

“The himbo who radiates toxic masculinity?”

The very same.”

“What’s it to you?” she asked, making her intentions clear.

“5 bucks.”

“Twenty.”

“Fine,” you said as you dropped the money into her outstretched and expecting hand.

“He’s in the back. Want me to get him for you?” she asked, suddenly much more helpful than before.

“No that’s okay.”

“I want you to get your money’s worth. I’m gonna get him.”

“Thanks,” you said, resigned to your fate.

“Katie said that somebody was looking for me,” Ransom said as he stepped out from the back, his apron pulled taut across his broad chest.

“Yeah that would be me,” you chuckled nervously as you stepped into his line of sight.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you.”

“You know, I only got the job here in the hopes of seeing you.”

“I figured as much,” you laughed. You could always see right through Ransom. “How have you been?”

“Good. What about you?”

“Not great. I really missed you.”

“I missed you too, Y/N, and your apartment,” he said as he flashed the biggest smile at you and engulfed you in the tightest bear hug.

“I’m sorry for kicking you out. I was wrong. The kiss was actually really nice.”

“No shit, it was me kissing you.”

“Look, asshole,”you joked. “You’re ruining my apology.”

“Fine, fine. I promise I’ll shut up now.”

“Ransom, the truth is, I l-“

“Hey baby!” A blonde blur screamed as she launched herself into his arms.

“Brianna?” Ransom asked, taken aback. “What are you doing here.”

“Well you left me money for the cab fare on the nightstand, and I figured instead, I would come down here and buy us both breakfast with it!’

“Bye Ransom,” you said, heartbroken as you raced for the door.

“Y/N! Wait!” he called out as he trailed after you.

“What the hell, Ransom?”

“She’s nothing. She doesn’t mean anything to me!”

“Right! So she’s like all women! Tell me, does anybody mean anything to you? I should’ve known that you would have moved on immediately and gone back to your man whoring ways!”

“I don’t want to have this out on the street.”

“Good neither do I!” you said as you spun around and started walking as quickly as possible back to your apartment. “Goodbye, Ransom!” you shouted over your shoulder.

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Time Gone By II

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader

“You lied to me,” Steve huffed out as he stormed up to the bar.

“What?” Natasha asked, taken off guard by Steve's question and his sudden appearance. His face was red and puffy, and his eyes were glassy.

“She’s with him.”

“It wasn’t my place to tell you.”

“No, you just didn’t want to tell me!”

“Steve, calm down!” Nat said as she reached what was meant to be a soothing hand across the bar to rest it on his shoulder, but he just shook it off.

The party was in full bloom around them. People were streaming around them decked out in all their finery. It was like a perverted kind of last rights. They all knew of what was to come, but at least they could cover it up with makeup and pretty clothes for the night in an attempt to forget themselves.

Steve started to cry softly, a tear or two racing down his cheeks at a time. Natasha took notice, and poured him a drink before sliding it across the bar to him. He drank the entire thing in one swig without even wincing. He wasn’t even focused enough to feel it.

“You’ll be okay.”

“And what if I won’t? She was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I left her. Now, I have to watch her gallivanting around with my best friend!”

“They hardly gallivant.” Natasha joked.

“Nat!”

“What? You said it yourself; you left her. Now, get over it.”

“Shouldn’t you be a little more sympathetic?”

“I’m Russian. And you’re a soldier. Hell, you’re not even that. You’re a super soldier, and now you’re crying into your glass over a woman. You’ve seen some of life’s worst atrocities. You saw firsthand what Nazis did to people. You’ve fought the worst of the worst. You’ve seen and committed war crimes. You’ve been through a hell of a lot worse than a bad breakup, and you’re acting like a child. It’s pathetic, especially considering that you did this to yourself.”

“So you hate me now too?”

“I said that I had forgiven you, not that I wasn’t still mad.”

“Really, Nat? We’re gonna be fighting on the same team the day after next,” Steve said in his old team leader voice he used to order his fellow teammates around. He could see a slight shift in Natasha when she heard it. She froze and her eyes grew impossibly colder.

“I can bench my feelings. The question is can you?”

“I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.”

“That’s probably for the best.”

“See you tomorrow, Nat.”

When he reached his room, he sat on the bed for a while. Steve didn’t have the energy to take his suit off, so he just sat there, shoes still on and everything. He hadn’t even loosened his tie. He just stared out the window with unseeing eyes.

Everything that you had said was true. He had left, and he couldn’t change that, but he thought that you might have waited for him. It was a stupid notion, and he knew that, but somewhere along the way he got so wrapped up in being Captain America that he forgot to be Steve Rogers. He thought that you would wait around the way that his adoring public always did. Looking back on it, he had been neglectful, and not just when he left. Maybe you were better off with Bucky, but he couldn’t believe that. The two of you were soulmates. Maybe he didn’t treat you like it, but you were his everything.

He should just leave again after the battle. It was obvious that nobody around here needed or wanted him there. Hell, not even Sharon wanted him around anymore. He had no place to go.

He finally had the strength to ask the AI in his room to look up your file. Your smiling face showed up, projected on the window, so different than the one that he had seen tonight. It was the picture from your first day working at SHIELD. You were the handler for the Avengers. Prior to that you had done the same for the Navy SEALS. You had also graduated from Stanford, top of your class, with a degree in International Relations. Needless to say, you were qualified for the job. When Steve scrolled further down on your career achievements, he was confused. When had you become an official member of the Avengers? Training records were linked underneath, and he clicked on them. It read Combat Agent- trained by Natasha Romanoff. He scrolled down further and clicked on one of your training videos. You were sparring with Bucky, and it was clear that he wasn’t pulling his punches. Steve was surprised at how hard he was attacking you, and winced, terrified that you would be hurt. To be fair, you were getting in some good hits of your own. Suddenly, Bucky’s legs were undefended, forgotten in his efforts to defend himself from you, and you swept them out from under him. You pinned him to the floor, the two of you giggling madly in the video. You captured his lips in a passionate kiss right before the video cut off.

That image would be burned into his brain forever. He couldn’t describe the way that it hurt him to see that. If he could take it all back he would. Sometimes he wished that he was just a kid in Brooklyn again, before the serum, and the ice, and the Avengers.

Hell, even that seemed like so long ago. How many more wormholes had torn open the sky since that first one in New York so long ago. Back then it was just the six of them. Now, it seemed like the Avengers were no longer a team, but an army. You were just the latest.

He figured that although the party had ended, Nat would still be awake. She could never sleep easily. Although he was probably the last person she wanted to see right now, he needed to speak to her.

He walked down the hallway, after getting directions to her room, and knocked on her door quietly, in case she was asleep.

“Steve?” Natasha asked as she opened her door.

“When did you start training Y/N?”

“What?”

“I saw that she’s a ‘combat agent’ now,” he said, placing air quotes around the words.

“She is, and she earned that position,”Nat replied coldly.

“When?”

“Right after you left. She was upset, and she wanted to learn. Who was I to turn her down? Every woman has a right to learn to protect herself.”

“Why?”

“She didn’t have you to protect her anymore.”

“Is she going to be fighting the day after next?” Steve asked with increasing concern.

“She’ll stay in the palace and protect Shuri and the labs.”

“It’s too dangerous.”

“Her safety isn’t your concern, is it?”

“Dammit, Nat, of course I care about her safety!”

“So you cared about protecting her from halfway across the world?”

“Why does everybody have to keep bringing that up?”

“Because it showed your true priorities Steve, and they sure as hell aren’t us. Her safety is no longer your job. It’s Barnes’, and he’s more than up to the task because unlike some people he won’t just leave her,” Nat spat at him coldly.

“Can we just talk, Nat?”

“Come inside. I’ll pour us both a drink.”

Steve walked into Nat’s room and sat on her bed as she poured them both heaping glasses of vodka. Her movements were reserved and sharp, not the relaxed way they used to be when Natasha trusted him. She handed him the glass and folded herself tightly into the armchair across from the bed. Steve took a sip of his drink and gagged.

“You drink this swill straight?”

“I’m Russian,” she said, her explanation for everything. “What did you want to talk about?”

“You understand why I did it right?”

“I don’t know. I know you loved Peggy, but I couldn’t imagine leaving the only family I’ve known to chase after some figment of the past. So I’ll give you the chance to explain it to me.”

“When things were tough or I felt lost, I turned to her. She was my rock, the only thing that made sense to me in these uncertain times. She was the only thing that felt real anymore, so to think that I knew nothing about her, that I didn’t even know Sharon was her niece… it broke me.”

“That sucks, but you could’ve stayed. You could’ve talked to us. Why did you have to follow her?”

“I needed answers,” he said simply in response.

“Did you get any?”

“More questions than answers. You know, she discovered the Red Room. Peggy was the first to put it on SHIELD’s radar.”

“I know.”

“She knew a girl like you, but she was a little harder to reform, Dorothy Underwood.”

“Known as one of the program’s failures. Although, I suppose, so am I. Only the least skilled would ever be caught by SHIELD.”

“Did you ever get the chance to meet her?”

“Once. Fury didn’t like that Clint had brought back a stray until Peggy Carter stormed into the room. She was the one who demanded that I have a position at SHIELD. Without her, I wouldn’t have this family or this life.”

“Just another thing that I never knew about her.”

“There will always be some mystery about her. If there wasn’t she wouldn’t really be Peggy, would she, if that even was her real name?”

“Do you think that everybody will forgive me?” Steve asked as he looked up from his lap with fear etched in his eyes.

“I don’t know. You were fighting with Tony when you dropped everything, and then you just left your only remaining friends.”

“I can’t get her back, can I?” Steve asked, staring down at the glass in his hands.

“I honestly don’t know, but I don’t think you’d be right to try.”

“What are they like together? Y/N and Bucky?”

“He’s good to her, treats her the way she ought to be treated. She was shattered when you left, wouldn't talk, wouldn’t eat, nothing. He really picked up the pieces, put her back together. She’s his everything, now. I mean, you should see the way that he looks at her, like she hung the moon or something, and she’s good for him too. You know, he rarely has panic attacks anymore.”

“I’m happy for them,” Steve said with tears in his eyes.

“Steve-“

“No, I am really. It’s fine. They’re better off without me,” he said before racing out of the room.

He ran back into his own apartment, and collapsed onto his bed before sobbing into his pillow like a little boy. He fell asleep like that.

…

Steve woke up early the next morning, his face stiff with dried tears. Breakfast was already waiting outside his door. It was meager, just a bagel and some sausage, but it was to be expected. Today would be spent preparing for the battle tomorrow. Steve ate his breakfast quickly, and went for a brief run around the palace.

He stopped after a while and found a low wall to sit on. He watched the sun rise over the citadel. He thought back to last night and all that Nat had said. Bucky was better for you, and you two would be happy together. He had to give up. Resigned to his decision, he started to jog back towards the entrance to the palace. He knew that he had to apologize for his actions last night, and he was too impatient to wait until after he showered, so he jogged up to your room and knocked on the door hesitantly.

Hey,” he said nervously as the door swung open to see you standing behind it, still wearing your pajamas and a tired expression on your face. The one thing that hadn’t changed evidently was your reliance on coffee.

“What are you doing here, Steve?”

“I wanted to apologize for last night.”

“Ok.”

“I heard that you're an official part of the Avengers now. Congratulations.”

“Hey doll, who’s at the door?” Bucky called out as he entered the room, having just showered and wearing nothing but a towel. “Oh, hey Steve.”

“Oh, so you and Bucky are living together? That’s uh… that’s… you know, that’s just really great. Good for you two.”

“I don’t remember asking for your approval. What do you really want?”

“I told you,” he stammered quietly as Bucky came to stand beside you at the door, his features contorted with interest. “I wanted to apologize.”

“Well, you’ve done that,” you said before closing the door in his face.

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Time Gone By I

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Warnings: angst

Summary: Steve left, and when he comes back, things have changed. (Not canon compliant)

A/N: Hey y’all. This is my new series. I hope y’all enjoy it. Also I know that I should start a new paragraph eveytime that sombody new speaks but I hit the 250 text block limit. So yes, I know I am not following basic grammar rules, and yes, it makes me cringe too. Next, I know it looks like Time Gone By I, but the name is Time Gone By. The I is just a Roman numeral. I know that I should have put a colon there, but when I did, it kind of irritated me so I deleted it.

As Steve walked through the gates of the Wakandan palace, he couldn’t hold in his admiration. His head was on a swivel as he took in the view of the city. It was a sight that he never thought he would see. In the 40s, Wakanda had been seen as a primitive third world country. By the 2010s, it seemed that not much had changed. The world still had yet to see this side of Wakanda, although it seemed that they wanted it that way. In fact, Steve, himself, had only ever really thought about it as the place his shield was made up until now. Walking through the palace gates, the first person that he saw was Bucky. He was excited to see his best friend for the first time in so many years. It was like a pattern for them- the world ripping them apart only to put them back together again. Only, Bucky didn’t look quite as happy to see Steve. He actually looked nervous.

“Hey, Buck. It’s been a while,” he called out as he ran towards Bucky and engulfed him in a tight hug that wasn’t returned nearly as enthusiastically. Then, he remembered where he was, disentangled himself from his friend, and bowed to the king. “I’m sorry, your majesty. That was disrespectful. I forgot myself. I apologize.”

“Please don’t apologize, and call me T’challa,” he replied in his lightly accented English that sounded so posh.

“Thank you, T’challa, and thank you for your hospitality. Now, Buck, how have you been? Tell me everything. It’s been so long.”

“Uh… Things have been different without you. I missed you,” he stammered, not quite meeting Steve’s eyes,

“I missed you too, bud. Now, where is she?”

“Who?”

“C’mon Buck. Don’t play stupid. You know who I’m talking about. Where’s Y/N?”

“Um, Steve. Things have changed since you’ve been gone. There’s a lot to talk about, you know?”

“No, I really don’t. What are you saying here, Buck?”

“I think now would be a good time to excuse myself,” T’challa said before turning and walking back into the palace. He signaled for the guard and everybody else to follow him.

‘C’mon, Buck. Just tell me what’s going on. I didn’t think that we kept things from each other.”

“No, you’re right. We don’t. It’s just that you left. You ran off and you followed Peggy’s niece around Europe for three years. Look, I get it. Peggy died and you were in a bad place, but was it really worth it? Was it worth it to leave the best thing that ever happened to your sorry ass to follow some remnant of Peggy like a dog chasing a stick?”

“Bucky, if you have something to say to me, just tell me, and stop beating around the bush!”

“I just don’t think that it’s a very good idea for you to see her right now,” Bucky said quietly, staring at his feet.

“Really? Who died and made you king?”

“Very mature, Steve.”

“If I want to see my girlfriend, I damn well will!”

“She’s not your girlfriend anymore!”

“What?” Steve asked, uncomprehending.

“You left to chase tail in Europe, and you think that you can just come back, and everything will be the same. You act like you were gone for a week or two, but it was three fucking years. You left us, all of us! Things have changed! You left her for another woman! She’s moved on! She doesn’t want to see you, Steve!”

“Moved on? Who has she moved on with?”

“Nobody. She’s just moved on,” Bucky said, sounding exasperated. “Look, I don’t want to talk about this anymore. There’s a room for you in the palace. You can set your stuff there.”

“Thanks,” Steve replied, before storming off into the palace.

When he reached his room, he marveled at it. The technology in there put that of the Compound or Tower to shame. The window stretched from floor to ceiling, and the view was incredible. It was a stark contrast to the view he was used to from his crappy flat in 40s Brooklyn, or the view of New York from the Tower. It even weirded him out not to see Thor and Nat wailing on each other in a field outside. Instead, he saw wide open spaces unlike New York and beautiful architecture unlike the Compound. It was all mixed together to create the most beautiful citadel that Steve had ever seen. He thought about asking whatever virtual assistant that was undoubtedly hooked up in his room about you, but he had only barely mastered JARVIS. He didn’t even know the name of this one, so he just sat on the bed and thought about what Bucky had said for a while. It wasn’t all true, was it? Had he really been gone that long? It hadn’t felt like three years when he had been with Sharon. Despite what everybody thought, and despite that ill timed kiss, he hadn’t been with Sharon for sex or a relationship or whatever. It was just that he had realized at the funeral when Sharon spoke as Peggy’s niece, how little he knew about Peggy’s life other than when he knew her. He needed to piece it together. He needed to know more. He wasn’t ready to let go yet, so yeah, he followed a woman around Europe just to find out more about her dead aunt. He hadn’t really seen himself as leaving you. He had meant to keep in touch with you. Really, he had. He had meant to come back, but two weeks turned to four, then eight, then three whole years. When had he let that happen? Suddenly, he heard a knock at his door. Steve opened it to find T’challa standing behind it.

“Prince T’challa, what can I do for you?”

“I thought I told you that just T’challa is fine” he teased Steve lightly.

“I’m sorry? What did you come to talk about?”

“I thought I should come and welcome you properly. It didn’t seem like things were good between you and your friend.”

“No, they weren’t, but it’s none of our concern. I wouldn’t want to bother you with my problems when you’re already showing me so much hospitality.”

“If a king cannot listen to the difficulties of his people, he has no business being king.”

“Very wise.”

“My father told me that.”

“He was a good man.”

“I know, but I am not here to talk about him. I thought I would tell you that we are having a party tomorrow night. I wanted to welcome all of the fighters and give them a chance to destress before the fight.”

“It sounds like a great idea. Will everybody in the palace be there?”

“I hope so. I’ll have a suit sent up to your room. According to our calculations, Thanos should be here in two days.”

“And those are accurate?”

“Shuri doesn’t make mistakes,” T’challa said in a tone that left no room for further questions on the matter. Steve wanted to ask who Shuri was but decided to leave it alone. “I’m having some of our scientists make a suit for you. It’ll be a little more high tech and more appropriate for the occasion than the stars and stripes.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll have dinner sent up tonight. Most of your fellow teammates have opted to eat dinner in their rooms.”

“What information can you give me on Y/N?”

“I’m afraid it’s not my place.”

“Please,” Steve begged, employing his best puppy eyes.

“I should be going,” T’challa said, before leaving the room abruptly.

Dinner was sent up shortly after. It was a cheeseburger and fries, and probably the best that Steve had ever had. It reminded him of going out for lunch with Bucky after some of his less damaging fights, or going to Coney Island with girls that he only met two hours prior, but swore that he was going to marry. Steve missed back when things were simpler. After a while, the sky outside got dark, and Steve figured he should turn in early. The next couple of days were going to be rough, and he had better prepare the best that he could.

…

The next morning, Steve was woken up by blinding sunlight streaming through his window. He sat up in his bed and heard a voice coming from some hidden corner of his room.

“Good morning, Captain Rogers. The king would like to see you in the training lab at your earliest convenience,” a kind sounding female voice said in a stiff British accent that let him know it was some AI talking.

“Uh… good morning. Can you please tell the kind that I’ll be there soon, and could I also get directions to the training lab, please?”

“Just take the elevator to the lowest level.”

“Thank you.”

Steve dressed himself quickly in joggers and one of the T-shirts in the drawers of the dresser in his room. Evidently, whoever had stocked that dresser knew of his fondness for tight fitting shirts. He hustled down the hall to the elevator, still marveling at how modern the palace was. When he stepped into the lab though, he was in a whole other world. There were a plethora of machines whizzing over his head. There were different projects scattered everywhere in various states of completion. Holograms were projected around the room, showing the blueprints for multiple machines. It was like Stark Labs but bigger and even more high tech. He could hear a loud whirring coming from one corner of the room. He followed his ear in the direction of the noise to find T’challa watching a young woman hunched over a piece of metal that she was soldering.

“Hello,” Steve said as he walked up,not wanting to startle the girl wielding a glorified cauterizing knife.

“Ah, Captain Rogers, it is good to see you. This is my sister Shuri. She has been working on the suit for you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess,” Steve bowed his head in respect.

“Shuri is fine,” she replied, finally looking up from her work.

“As long as you call me Steve.”

“Deal.”

“So what’s the deal on this new suit?”

“It’s over here. Follow me,” Shuri said as she started walking to the opposite side of the lab. “Your new suit will harness kinetic energy, same as my brother’s. It’s also a little darker and more appropriate for the solemnity of what’s to come, but heat reflective so that you won’t be burning up inside of it. It’ll be great if you ever decide to use it for stealth missions. The new suit will also be able to read and relay your vitals to the rest of your team, and of course, your new shields will be attached to the suit so you don’t have to worry about them getting lost on such a hectic battle field.

“That all sounds very impressive.”

“Shuri is the best we have, even better than your Stark,” T’challa cut in.

“I’m excited to see it, then.”

“Well, I’ll also need you to try it on. I used your measurements from the media about you, Dorito Man.”

“Is that what they call me?” Steve asked with a small chuckle “Yes, and it’s what your friend Natasha told me to call you when she helped me out with the guesstimating.”

“Of course she did.”

“She actually offered to help you test the suit out,” Shuri said as she stopped in front of a glass display case, containing a dark navy suit. Natasha stepped out from behind it with an impish grin on her face. “Hey, Cap.”

“Nat!” Steve exclaimed as he wrapped her in a tight hug. “I’ve missed you! Hey, I’ve been meaning to come find you and ask, how’s Y/N?”

“No, Steve.”

“C’mon Nat! Please!”

“Just put on the damn suit. Let’s get this over with,” Nat said, her voice laced with disdain. Shuri directed Steve behind a changing partition he requested, all the while insisting that it was nothing they hadn’t seen before. He emerged a few minutes later with his new suit on. It felt great and fit like a glove. “Stand on the line,” Natasha directed him, pointing to a tapeline on the floor. “I’m gonna hit you now,” and she did. She punched Steve as hard as he had ever seen her hit anyone, even their enemies, even HYDRA’s goonies.

“Jesus, Nat!”

“I said that I was going to hit you.”

“Not that hard!”

“Whatever. Now, run into that wall.”

“Why is Shuri recording?” Steve asked suspiciously. “Research purposes,” she answered simply, as she adjusted her tablet for a better angle. Steve did what he was told and ran into the wall. Immediately, he was blown back by some unseen force and knocked 20 feet onto his back. “That is so going viral!”

“What the hell was that?” he mustered out weakly over the sounds of everybody laughing with Nat being the loudest. “The kinetic energy in the suit,” Shuri answered. “I thought I warned you.”

“We all get revenge in different ways. I asked Shuri to help you test your suit. You forget, you left me too. Tell Sharon I say hi,” Nat said before walking out of the room proudly, still chuckling. “I think that I had better head back to my room now,” Steve said as he managed to rise to his feet. “See you tonight, Captain,” T’challa said as he attempted to stifle his laughs.

…

That night, Steve dressed himself in the suit that had been left at his door. It was a deep navy color that brought out the blue in his eyes. It was paired with a simple white shirt. Everything fit him perfectly like it had been tailor made for him, although he supposed it had been. He looked at himself anxiously in the mirror. He was afraid and excited. It was the first time that he would see you in 3 years. He didn’t know if he was ready. He started to walk downstairs, and he had to stop himself from running all the way to the main hall. He fiddled nervously with his cufflinks the entire way down in the elevator. When he reached the main hall, he realized how early he was. Only Natasha was there, standing behind the bar in a tailored white button down and black vest, fixing herself a drink.

“Hey,” Steve called out as he approached the bar. “Are we good after this morning?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to humiliate you.”

“I probably deserved it.”

“No, you definitely did. What are you drinking?”

“Do you have any of that Asgardian stuff from the last time that Thor was on Earth?”

“Ooh, starting off the night strong are we?”

“Well, I’m gonna see Y/N tonight.”

“Steve, are you sure that it’s a good idea to talk to her? She was messed up after you left, and now, she’s finally in a good place.”

“Why is everybody saying that? I love her! What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing,” Nat said, sounding tired, as she placed Steve’s drink in front of him. More people had filtered in at this point including Bucky. “Do you think that I should even try to talk to him?” Steve asked as he stared miserably at the bottom of his glass. “You’re best friends. It couldn’t hurt.”

“You didn’t see how mad he was yesterday.”

“I know how mad he got, and he had every right to do so, but Steve you’ve already lost him so many times. Don’t let it happen again.”

“I hate it when you’re right,” Steve said as he pushed away from the bar. “How are you doing?” he asked as he walked up to Bucky. “Worse, now that you’re here.”

“Are you kidding me? Why can’t we just be adults about this?”

“Last I checked, you haven’t acted like an adult in 3 years, if you ever did.”

“Are you really still this mad at me?”

“Are you really still a punk?” Bucky joked with a wink. “I missed you bud,” Steve said into Bucky’s hair as he enveloped him in a bruising hug, one that was returned with equal love this time. “I missed you too.”

Suddenly, Steve froze in Bucky’s arms. Bucky turned to see what had caused his friend’s sudden change, and saw you. You were making your way down the stairs into the ballroom, and you looked like a princess. Your hair had gotten longer since the last time Steve had seen you. It cascaded past your shoulders in soft curls. The dress you were wearing was champagne colored with a magnificent tulle skirt that belled out at your waist. The entire dress shimmered, giving you the illusion of having been showered in sparkles. You had reached the main floor and Steve saw your face light up when you caught sight of him.

“Hey!” you trilled as you completely overlooked Steve and flung yourself into Bucky’s arms. “Hey, Y/N. You look stunning,” Bucky stammered when he regained the ability to speak. “What the hell is going on here?” Steve asked incredulously. You whirled around and recognition flashed in your eyes as you backed father into Bucky’s chest and he wrapped his arms around you protectively. “Steve,” you gasped, the name falling from your lips like a forgotten prayer. “You- you can’t be here.”

“Really? Because the king personally reached out and asked for my help. Now does one of you care to explain?”

“You left,” you said defensively. “What are the two of you doing?”

“I thought you were gonna tell him,” you said to Bucky. “I needed more time. It’s not exactly something that you rush into when you see somebody for the first time in three years.”

“Tell me what?”

“Steve, let’s not. I mean, c’mon, we’re on good terms and besi-“ Bucky said, trying to soothe the situation, before Steve cut him off. “Screwing my girlfriend doesn’t exactly scream buddies!”

“That’s not fair,” you mumbled into Bucky’s chest, where you had turned and hidden your head. “What?” Steve asked, growing angrier by the minute. “That’s not fair, and you know it. You left me. I was devastated. Bucky was there for me, so excuse me for moving on!” you shouted as you whirled back around.” “I didn’t…”

“Didn’t what? Leave me? So then what do you call running off to Europe for three years without a word?”

“You don’t understand. I had to,” Steve said quietly with his head hung low like a puppy with his tail tucked between his legs. “Oh, so you were held at gunpoint? Were you forced to leave without saying goodbye?”

“Well, no, but-“

“Because the way I heard it,” you continued overtop of Steve’s protests. “Sharon wanted nothing to do with you after that crappy kiss, so she hopped around Europe for three years, trying to escape you, while you attempted to interrogate her about her dead aunt.”

“She kissed me.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses Steve!”

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Steve asked Bucky who now was standing a couple of steps behind you. “I think she’s got it covered.”

“You have no right to have any opinion about Bucky and I’s relationship. You shouldn’t even be here.”

“Y/N…”

“You can’t claim me as your property, Steve, not when you threw me away like a piece of trash.”

“Please.”

“I hope she was worth it,” you spat, before walking away and taking Bucky with you.

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Hey y’all. So lately, I’ve been writing a Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader fic. Do y’all want me to post that or finish And They Were Roommates first?

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And They Were Roommates Pt. 5

Pairing: Ransom x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: angst

Tags: @dark-night-sky-99

A/N: Hey y’all. I’m sorry that it’s been so long. Finals week was hell. In reference to the story, sorry if y’all are mad.

The next morning, you woke up, and the bed felt cold. You reached out for Ransom’s warm body, but you grasped at nothing. You sat up, startled, and looked around for Ransom, but he was nowhere to be found. You could smell something cooking in the kitchen and followed your nose with heightened interest. You walked into the kitchen to find Ransom with his back turned to you, hunched over the oven.

“Need any help with that?,” you asked sweetly as you leaned over the counter eagerly to see what Ransom was doing. He practically jumped halfway across the room at the sound of your voice.

“Jesus, Y/N! You scared me half to death! How about a little warning next time?”

“What’re you doing?”

“I was trying to make you breakfast as a thank you for last night and for letting me stay with you.”

“I hate to say it, but it looks like your bacon is burning,” you said as you pointed to a pan of what you really hoped was bacon, but was borderline unrecognizable at this point.

“Dammit!” he exclaimed as he removed the pan from the stove before he doused it with water and dumped the steaming contents in the trash. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I wanted everything to be perfect for you because of how good you’ve been to me.”

“It’s okay,” you replied earnestly as you reached a hand across the counter and took his in a comforting gesture. “What’s in the oven though? At least that smells delicious!”

“Uh, it’s banana bread. It’s the only thing the maids taught me to make when I was little.”

“I’m sure it’s wonderful, Ransom, and besides every strip of bacon that you eat takes 15 minutes off of your lifespan! Your terrible cooking is actually saving us!”

“Thank you for saying that. Here, how about I make it up to you by taking you out to dinner tonight?” he asked as he pulled the banana bread out of the oven, sliced it, and handed you a piece.

“That sounds great! Where are we going?”

“I’ll try to get a reservation at Lucianno’s.”

“Ooh, fancy!”

“Yeah, so wear something nice,” he called out after you as you walked out of the kitchen.

…

Later that night, you stood in front of the mirror and admired yourself. You looked good.You had chosen to wear a tight black dress that showed off all of your curves with an open back. It also stopped mid thigh. You had picked up a new pair of heels last time you went shopping with your friends that you hadn’t had the opportunity to wear yet. They made your legs look fantastic. Your makeup and hair was simple as you didn’t want to overshadow your dress. You stepped out of your room to find Ransom already waiting for you in the entryway. He was wearing a navy suit that brought out the blue in his eyes and tugged at his shoulders, showing off how big he was.

“Damn Ransom! You clean up nice!” you exclaimed as he stood in front of you speechless. “Don’t you have anything to say to me?” you teased him as you did a twirl to show off your dress.

“You look… gorgeous.”

“Thanks! Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” Ransom said shakily as he offered you his arm.

You arrived at the restaurant and were shown to your table. There was already a bottle of champagne waiting for you.

“Thank you so much,” you said as the hostess pulled your chair out for you. “Do they just give out free champagne here? Is it a rich people thing?”

“No,” he laughed. “I called ahead. Only the best for you, Y/N”

“That was really sweet of you.”

“You look beautiful tonight.”

“You already said that, Ransom.”

“It deserved to be said again.”

“What has gotten into you, what with all this being so nice and stuff?” you joked.

“It’s you, Y/N. You showed me kindness when you didn’t have to. You’re the greatest person I’ve ever known.”

“I’m glad that you’ve changed so much, Ransom. Maybe now you won’t commit attempted murder.” He laughed.

The waiter approached your table to take your order, but Ransom stopped you before you could speak

“Hi. I’d like to order for the lady as well.” You rolled your eyes. You hated when guys did this. They always ordered you a salad, and got a hamburger for themselves. “She’ll have a 16 ounce sirloin with a side of a baked potato. Also, can I add on an additional side of frites to that? And I’ll have the chicken picatta please.”

The waiter nodded and took your order back to the kitchen.

“Wow. You’re good at that.”

“I pride myself on knowing you better than the general public,” he teased you.

“Okay, but frites?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to call them french fries at upscale restaurants.”

The rest of dinner was great. You laughed through the entire thing. Y’all went out for a walk and some ice cream.

“Tonight was really great. Thank you for this, Ransom,” you said as you climbed the stairs to your apartment.

“I had a fun time too,”he replied. You could feel his hand pressing into your back as he guided you to your door and gently pinned you against it. He began to lean in and closed his eyes.

“What are you doing?” you asked incredulously as you put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back.

“Well, it’s customary to kiss a pretty girl goodnight after a date.”

“What?”

“Are you telling me that you didn’t know this was a date?”

“No. I thought we were going out to dinner as friends.”

“You can’t tell me that you don’t feel what I feel!” Ransom yelled.

“No, Ransom. I can’t do this with you, not again!”

“What do you mean?”

“You cheated on me, Ransom, with my best friend! You treated me like your property the entire time that we were together, and you never listened to any of my opinions!”

“I’ve changed!” he argued.

“Have you? Because murdering people doesn’t really scream ‘I’m a better person now,’ does it Ransom?”

“That’s not fair and you know it, Y/N!”

“Isn’t it? Spoiled little rich boy, who’s never had anybody say no gets upset because for the first time, somebody did say no to you. Most people would have just taken it, but no! You had to murder somebody!”

“It wasn’t my fault!”

“That’s what you always say. You never take responsibility for your actions! You always find somebody to blame it on! I’m sick of it!”

“Why can’t you just let me in?” he pleaded.

“No, Ransom! I let you be the main character in my life for way too long. I’m done!”

“You can’t tell me that you don’t feel the chemistry between us!” Ransom yelled before he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you passionately.

You pulled away slowly and looked down at your feet.

“I think it’s time that you move out.”

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