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naalbinder · 3 years ago

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phoebe bridgers // elliott smith parallels

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4BEfu6YZ7XbdHFZBXthIpN?si=6bf8fc460eba4d33

E - Riot Coming - “Sat down in jail with this friend of mine/Who'd never close both his eyes/But one was shut all the time/To cover the thing he was scared of”

E - Stupidity Tries “To sail across the sea of trash”

E - Going nowhere - “The old records are sitting on the floor/The ones I can’t put on anymore”

E - Clementine - “Anything to pass the time/And keep that song out of your mind”

P - Smoke Signals - “One of your eyes is always half-shut/Something happened when you were a kid” - “burning trash out on the beach” - “You said that song'll creep you out until you're dead”

E - Miss Misery - (music videos on the same street)

E - Easy way out - “While I watch you making mistakes/I wish you luck I really do” “I heard you found another audience to bore”

E - Looking Over My Shoulder - “Another sick rock ‘n’ roller acting like a dick”

E - Placeholder - “I'm the person you'll never need/The biggest loser on sixteenth street” - “Just like my favourite song/Some pretty words that didn't last that long”

P - Motion Sickness - “I'll be glad that I made it out/And sorry that it all went down like it did” “You said when you met me, you were bored” - “Hey, why do you sing with an English accent?/I guess it's too late to change it now”

E - Some Song - “Help me kill my time cause I'll never be fine”

P - Funeral - “Jesus Christ i'm so blue all the time/And that's just how i feel/Always have and i always will ”

E - Bled White - “Happy and sad come in quick succession/I’m never going to become what you became”

P - Demi Moore - “I got a good feeling/It doesn't happen very often”

E - St Ides Heaven - “With an open container from 7/11”

E - A Fond Farewell - “A fond farewell to a friend”

P - Scott Street - “With an open heart, open container” - “Anyway, don’t be a stranger / don’t be a stranger”

E - Last Call - “And I think I’m all done, you can switch me off safely/While i’m lying here for sleep to overtake me”

E - Roman Candle - “I’m a roman candle/My head is full of flames ”

P - Killer - “But when I’m sick and tired/And when my mind is barely there/When a machine keeps me alive/And I’m losing all my hair/I hope you kiss my rotten head/And pull the plug” - “Tame the fire in you”

E - Georgia Georgia

P - Georgia - “Georgia, Georgia, I love your son”

E - Twilight - “That you are already somebody’s baby”

E - See you later - “Made out of a night train”

E - King’s Crossing - “Instruments shine on a silver tray”

P - Chelsea - “You are somebody’s baby” - “For a chemical imbalance/You sure know how to ride a train” - “With a needle on a tray”

E - Christian Brothers - “No bad dream fucker's gonna boss me around/Christian brothers gonna take him down”

P - Would you rather - “Quarantined in a bad dream/He's half the man and you're twice as tall”

E - Son of Sam - “Son of Sam, son of a doctors love a nurses touch/Acting under orders from above”

P - You Missed My Heart - “A feeling of relief came over my soul/I couldn't take it any longer, and I lost control”

E - Bye - (instrumental)

E - New Monkey (Instrumental)

P - DVD Menu - (instrumental)

E - Coming up roses - “And you're coming up roses everywhere you go/Red roses follow”

E - Rose Parade - “Said, Won't you follow me down to the Rose Parade?”

P - Garden Song “They're gluing roses on a flatbed/You should see it, I mean thousands”

E - Condor Ave - “I don’t know what to do with your clothes or your letters”

E - Baby Britain - “Fights problems with bigger problems/Sees the ocean fall and rise/Counts the waves that somehow didn’t hit her/Water pouring from her eyes/Alcoholic and very bitter”

E - Say Yes - “I'm in love with the world/Through the eyes of a girl/Who's still around the morning after”

E - Seen How Things Are Hard - “You just didn't care/You were off getting drunk instead”

E - The Biggest Lie - "Oh, I just told the biggest lie/ I just told the biggest lie/The biggest lie"

P - Kyoto - “And you wrote me a letter/But I don't have to read it” - “I wanted to see the world/Then I flew over the ocean/And I changed my mind” - “I wanted to see the world/Through your eyes until it happened/Then I changed my mind” - “I'm gonna kill you/If you don't beat me to it” - "Guess I lied/I'm a liar/Who lies/'Cause I'm a liar"

E - Memory Lane - “Your little house on memory lane ”

E - Angel in the Snow - “Angel in the snow/all crushed out on the way you are”

E - Last Call - “And I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me”

E - New Monkey - “For the millions of fans ignoring the bands”

E - Waltz #2 - “I'm never gonna know you now/But I'm gonna love you anyhow”

E - Amity - “I'm a neon sign and I stay open all the time”

P - Punisher - “The house where you lived with Snow White” - “But never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers” - “What if I told you/I feel like I know you?/But we never met” - “The drugstores are open all night/The only real reason I moved to the east side”

E - Some Song - “Yeah it's halloween tonight and every night”

E - Pitseleh - “I got a joke I've been dying to tell you/A silent kid is looking down the barrel/To make the noise that I kept so quiet”

P - Halloween - “Baby, it's Halloween” - “I hate living by the hospital/The sirens go all night/I used to joke that if they woke you up/Somebody better be dying”

E - Shooting Star - “So bad, so far/You made me sad/Shooting star/You're distant and cold/And a sight to behold/Everybody just sighs”

E - Satellite - “When they call it a lover's moon, the satellite/'Cause it acts just like lovers do, the satellite/A burned-out world you know/Staying up all night/The satellite”

E - Everything Reminds Me of Her - “Why are you staring into outer space, crying?/Just because you came across it and lost it”

P - Chinese Satellite - “Took a tour to see the stars/But they weren't out tonight/So I wished hard on a Chinese satellite” - “Sometimes, when I can't sleep/It's just a matter of time before I'm hearing things” b- “Instead, I look at the sky and I feel nothing/You know I hate to be alone/I want to be wrong”

E - Coast to Coast - “Still you're keeping me around/'Til I finally drag us both down (Gonna drag us both down)”

E - Little one - “The moonlight tonight/Seems to belong to me” - “One more/Little one, I love you”

E - Coming up Roses - “The moon is a sickle cell/It'll kill you in time” “While the moon does its division/You're buried below”

E - Everything Means Nothing to Me - “At attention, looking backward in a pool of water/Wishes with a blue songbird on his shoulder/Who keeps singing over everything”

E - Pretty Mary K (Other Version) - “oh Mary K, I can see your face/down there in the waves, painted and erased/but I know it's just a reflection of the moon”

P - Moon song - (52) “You asked to walk me home/But I had to carry you” - (53) “And if I could give you the moon/I would give you the moon” - (54) “You are sick and you're married/And you might be dying” - (55/56) “And you pushed me in/And now my feet can't touch the bottom of you” “But you're holding me like water in your hands/When you saw the dead little bird”

E - New Disaster - “Everybody is the same in this long no-win game/Where every new blood/Gets time to become resigned” - “Until everyone knows that your smile is just a ghost/The ghost of your smile was seen on a body in the park”

P - Savior Complex - “Baby, you're a vampire/You want blood and I promised” - “All the bad dreams that you hide/Show me yours, I'll show you mine”

E - Oh well, Ok - “If you get a feeling next time you see me/Do me a favor and let me know/Cause it's hard to tell, it's hard to say 'oh well, Ok'”

E - Last Call - “You're a tongueless talker/You don't care what you say”

E - Angel in the Snow - “Only a cold still life/ that fell down here to lay beside you”

P - ICU - (58) “But I feel something when I see you now/I feel something when I see you” - (59) “I hate your mom/I hate it when she opens her mouth/It's amazing to me/How much you can say/When you don't know what you're talking about” - “laying down on the lawn” “if you’re a work of art/I’m standing too close/I can see the brush strokes”

E - Happiness / The Gondola Man - “What I used to be/Will pass away and then you'll see/That all I want now/Is happiness for you and me”

E - Whatever (Folk Song in C) - “Whatever you're doing now would probably suit me fine/If you're all done, like you said you'd be/What are you doing hanging out with me?”

E - Big Ballad of Nothing - “You can do what you want to whenever you want to/You can do what you want to there's no one to stop you”

P - Graceland too - “Said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment” - “Whatever she wants (Whatever you want)”

E - Bottle up and Explode “Bottle up and go/I can make it outside”

E - A Distorted Reality is Now a Necessity to be Free - “God knows why my country don't give a fuck” - “Shine on me baby, because it's raining in my heart”

E - Alphabet Town - “Alphabet City is haunted”

P - I Know The End - “There's no place like my room” - “To some America First rap country song” “Driving out into the sun/Let the ultraviolet cover me up”- “I'll find a new place to be from/A haunted house with a picket fence”

#phoebe bridgers #elliott smith #playlist

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wizardmons-moved · 3 years ago

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you look afraid have your barricades really decayed you’re running lemonade at thirty-six degrees centigrade inside your lemon veins and your heart’s a lemon grenade you think i’m playing charades masquerade but this machine just needs an upgrade in your dreams you see yourself forever weaving holy webs you wake up looking up at the ceiling dopamine is coursing through your head and leaving emptiness it’s leaving emptiness you feel betrayed OH I HATE TO RAIN ON YOUR PARADE BUT AS YOU KNOW DISASTERS OFTEN COME IN GREAT CAVALCADES YOUR MIND BEGINS TO FADE THOUGHT YOU WERE MADE IN THE SHADE NEITHER A SERENADE NOR A TIRADE A MELODY OF YOUR CASCADE

#ily ferry #ari talks

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stevesherdaddy · 5 years ago

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616 SPIDEYPOOL BINCH

oh GOD okay alright ok here goes nothing i haven’t thought about Them™ in so long but here we GO

disclaimer: parker industries does not exist in my head thank you for coming to my ted talk

there are A LOT of these so i’m going to attempt to keep them relatively short, hopefully this doesn’t get too out of hand.

who reaches out to new neighbors Wade, because Peter does NOT want to call attention to himself At All™. But, Wade tries to just do a simple ding dong ditch situation and drops off some baked goods because he still doesn’t like to be seen by others without the mask.

who remembers to buy healthy food Peter, because “please i’m begging you eat something other than tacos for once in your life”

who remembers to buy junk food Wade, and it is the only thing he ever buys. Ever. This man would rather attempt to die than touch an apple.

who fixes the oven when it breaks Wade’s solution is to put a “Too Hot to Handle....(broke. please don’t try to use it. please)” sign on the oven for Peter to discover. Afterwards, Peter fixes it in a solid 5 minutes.

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s) These people are not capable of keeping either one of those alive, but Peter goes out of his way to feed strays whenever he finds one.

who wakes up earlier I had to skip this question and come back to it at the end and honestly I still don’t really have an answer. Neither one of them are really morning people, but Peter forces himself awake to go on patrol.

who makes the bed Do you think Broke Disaster™ Peter Parker has ever made a bed before in his life other than when Aunt May yelled at him? No. Wade doesn’t either because “it’s just going to get messed up again at night”

who makes the coffee Peter has the coffee pot set on a timer every morning. The struggle is getting up to get it.

who burns breakfast Peter, he’s useless at cooking. Wade, surprisingly, is very skilled at it when they actually have food in the apartment that can be consumed and isn’t just leftover pizza.

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house They text a lot. Wade uses every obscene emoji for zero reason at all and completely out of context, frequently leaving Peter confused. If he’s going out on patrol, Peter leaves sticky note messages that are short but very sweet, and Wade has saved every single one in a shoebox.

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home Wade gives the most OBNOXIOUS kisses, whether or not he is covered in his blood or someone else’s, and whether or not either one of them has a mask on. It’s always better for all parties involved when everyone is clean and mask-less, because otherwise Peter has some choice family-friendly words. Unfortunately these preferred circumstances are rarely the case.

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often Wade. No questions. Though they’re never little gifts. It’s always the biggest bouquet and the biggest box of flowers and the most obnoxious stuffed animals and themed merchandise he can find. Peter pretends to hate it. He doesn’t.

who picks the movie for movie night It alternates. More often than not, Wade will pick, but they’re good about alternating.

their favorite kind of movie to watch Wade will watch anything under the sun, especially rom coms. Peter prefers more typical nerdy and science-fiction movies. Wade loves Disney movies and musicals (especially Hello, Dolly!) and sings along obnoxiously to them and Peter tries his best to not smile and roll his eyes. Peter never heard the end of it when Wade caught him singing “Don’t Rain on My Parade” the morning after they watched Funny Girl.

who first suggests a pillow fort This is not a question. Wade. Look at this man. The end.

who builds the pillow fort Also Wade. Peter contemplates where he went wrong in life and occasionally flings pillows and cushions at him with more force than necessary.

who tries to distract the other during the movie Wade is frequently distracting during movies, and by distracting, I mean very distracting. Distractions can take multiple forms. See the above singing along with movies. More frequently, hands are involved. Peter acts annoyed at first, but he’s easily convinced.

who falls asleep first Always Peter. But, that’s only because, more importantly, Wade is always the last one to fall asleep. He’s protective over him and it’s easier to keep him safe when he’s awake. Peter doesn’t know about this habit of Wade’s.

who is big spoon/little spoon While I kinda want to give the opposite answer, more often than not, it’s big spoon Wade and little spoon Peter. Mostly for their physique, but also, see above answer ^ - it’s easier to keep Peter safe when Wade’s got an arm or two around him.

THANKS FOR LETTING ME THINK ABOUT THEM AGAIN IT��S BEEN SO LONG AND I MISSED THEM A LOT MORE THAN I REALIZED. I LOVE YOU, BITCH™

Send me a ship!

#ask #ask games #ask game #spideypool #marvel #wade wilson #peter parker #BLESS YOU

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viptower · 4 years ago

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[ID: the first drawing is a headshot of nisha from borderlands 2. she smirks as her hat casts half her face in shadow. the second drawing is timothy from borderlands 3. he is sitting on the ground with one hand resting on the knee and the other lifting his hood up. END ID.]

quick nisha from today + a timothy i drew last month but left on my desktop dkfjfj

#this?#decadent #the coloring is splendid #just #the EVERYTHING #is splendid #im in love #{ one for the mem0ir || queue }#timothy lawrence #nisha the lawbringer #{ i was standing by the river watching my bridge burn down || muse ; nisha kadam }#{ oh i hate to rain on your parade ; but as you know disasters often come in great cavalcades || muse ; timothy lawrence }

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archivistbot · 4 years ago

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You feel betrayed? Oh, I hate to rain on your parade, but as you know, disasters often come in great cavalcades.

[HE CLEARS HIS THROAT.] ARCHIVIST: Right. Um…

#the magnus archives #ask #muse-of-the-wind

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gibberishquestion · 5 years ago

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oh i hate to rain on your parade, but as you know disasters often come in great cavalcades

#and my first polished sw fanart is! *spins wheel* ANI BOY!#listen this song just goes hard and it. it remindz me of anakin sort of. i dunno.#star wars #anakin skywalker #some art that happened #also hi What is going on with anakins outfit in revenge of the sith. its difficuwlt 2 draw

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gripefroot · 4 years ago

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Get Lucky

Twisting in the mirror, Agent 41 reaches again for the slim compact housing the most vividly-green eyeshadow she’d been able to find. “More?” she asks, as Clint slides another three glowstick-bracelets onto her wrists -- as yet unsnapped. “How do I look?”

A smile, and a kiss against her temple; Clint’s lips come away sparkling green. “Lucky,” he says softly. “And pretty. Like, the prettiest, the prettiest ever.”

“The prettiest what?” Another swipe of shadow, just to accentuate the lime-colored rhinestones she’s affixed to the outer corner of each eye. “Unfinished sentences aren’t very romantic, you know.”

“Au contraire,” he coos, winding his arms about her waist. “I was finished. You’re just the prettiest. Ever.”

His compliments may not always make grammatical sense, but they do come sweetly, and often, and in the months since that first impulsive kiss - more instinct than intention - he and 41 have developed their own language of sorts. All gushing, tender care bordering, occasionally, on the inappropriate. Even on the cusp of a mission, minutes on the clock running out and her passionate need to impress Agent 28 narrowing their window even more - hands start wandering.

“Clint,” she breathes. “I’ve got to go. You know, Agent 28 always says…”

A groan against her neck, and 41 dances away, straightening the careful arrangement of white, green, and orange beads. Layering is key, when it comes to accessories -- or so 41 frequently insists. “Sorry, tweets.” A kiss, one that lingers and tangles until she’s practically gripping the door casing - he’s followed her the entire way. “I’ve got a mission, and you know 28 is always super-quick at cleaning her guns.”

In and out. Easy enough. Two hours digging through a bargain bin at a local craft shop had yielded an impressive assortment of St. Patrick’s Day accessories, including a few glittery stickers she and Clint plan to put to good use sometime after the mission.

“Got your knife?” he asks affectionately, adjusting the gold-coin headband he’d picked out especially. “And that extra tube of glitter?”

Yes and yes and one more kiss. Breathless with excitement, bright-green Converse sneakers slapping merrily down the hall, Agent 41 does her best to refrain from actually skipping. She turns, mischief sparkling brighter than any of the rhinestones, sequins, beads, or those streaks of gold tinsel raining down from the headband.

“Hey, uh, Clint?” she says, bedroom-soft. All feathery promise and his face flushes at the curve of her voice. He knows what’s coming: “Maybe see about hooking a girl up with a Shamrock Shake tonight and we’ll see about you getting lucky, huh?”

With the appropriate snarky ‘Go Luck Yourself’ t-shirt, vibrantly (almost horrifyingly) green, pushed up around her ribs, Bucky slides his hands up her side, savoring the soft skin as he listens to the pretty moans shivering in the air.

“Shh,” he says, pretending to be stern. “Don’t need everyone finding out you didn’t actually need to use my gun cleaning kit.”

“You know…” Slightly slurred words, the shining warmth of afterglow making her glow against his bedspread. “If you want me to clean your gun, Buck…”

He chuckles, low and hoarse as he nips at the inside of her thigh. Glowingly warm skin - sweet to the taste and he wouldn’t mind a little (or a lot) more, but the clock is ticking. Regretfully, he pushes back up her damp underwear, and tugs down the t-shirt. Swallows back a grumble.

“After,” Bucky say, and has to bite back a groan as her fingers find his hair, stroking through so gentle. “Uhhh...babe, are you sure I can’t go with you?”

“You weren’t assigned to,” she reminds him with a smile, and he rests his cheek against the soft denim of her jeans. Against the ragged belt of her thigh holster. “What, don’t you trust me?” That mischievous sparkle of her eyes - Bucky smiles despite himself.

“I trust you,” he says firmly. “I’m not so sold on Agent 41.”

“41 is great - ”

“As a person, yes,” Bucky interrupts. “As a friend, definitely. As an agent? I’m still not sure how she got through SHIELD. That girl is a walking circus disaster. She’s even worse with Barton!”

“Be nice,” 28 scolds back. “I trained 41.”

“And I still don’t understand how SHIELD’s top agent trained the worst.”

“She’s not the worst, Buck!” Squirming away, 28 shoots an irritated glare. Bucky sighs - he hadn’t meant to be so dismissive, of course - and twisting on his side he barely manages a pinch to her bum before she skirts out of the way, en route to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry,” he says, woeful. “I do trust you, babe. It’ll be an easy mission.”

“I know.” An echo - she’s not really mad at him. Hard to be, considering the state he’d just taken her to. Bucky smirks, and licks his lips to taste her again. “I’ll call you if anything goes south,” 28 promises, back out of the bathroom. Whatever she’d done, she no longer looks like she’d just been ravished by a super soldier. But there is something about the look in her pretty eyes…

Bucky heaves himself off the bed, wandering over to clasp the sides of her face - one last kiss. He loves how she melts against him, all familiar curves the promise of later.

“Good luck,” he murmurs against her lips.

“It’s St. Patrick’s Day. Luck, I think,” she coos, eyes lowered all pretty as her fingers stroke up against his pectorals beneath his soft cotton t-shirt. “Is in abundance.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“See you later.” A breathless farewell, and a hand stroking up against his most sensitive parts - leftover arousal from earlier, and panting anticipation that will have to wait for several hours. Bucky groans, and ponders the consequence of just following her on the mission.

There are worse places to have sex.

“So. Clint likes glitter, huh?” Gracefully sidestepping a puddle of festively-colored vomit, Agent 28 arches a brow, grin widening when 41 starts, nearly tripping over her lurid sneakers.

“Huh? What?”

“Why else would he be wearing it all over his face?”

41 has the good grace to flush, ducking her head and fiddling with a large shamrock ring on her left hand. “I just...we like to say goodbye, you know?”

“If that’s goodbye, I hate to imagine what ‘hello’ looks like.”

Numerous stands line the street - all green and orange and sparkly, offering food and exorbitantly priced knick-knacks and even, surprisingly, temporary tattoos and body art. 28 pauses there, a brilliant idea forming for a surprise that just might knock Bucky’s socks off (and his underwear too, hopefully), when 41 blurts,

“Where’s your gun?”

28 glances over. “Hmm?”

“You said you had to clean your gun,” 41’s brows crease in confused concern. “But - ” And she gestures vaguely to the empty holster around 28’s thigh.

“Oh,” 28 says, and decides not to mention that ‘cleaning her gun’ is a euphemism for ‘letting Bucky go down on her’. “Decided it probably wasn’t needed,” she comments, flickering through a few books of tattoo options. “People don’t like guns in places like this, anyway.”

41 nods, accepting this. Opens her mouth to speak, and then a screeching bagpipe echoes down the street, and she jolts slightly.

“Parade’s starting,” 28 comments, grateful for a distraction. “Do you think our targets will pop out during the chaos?”

“Probably,” 41 says after a moment of thought, sidling to gaze at a glittery shamrock tattoo option. “The lines at the food stalls will be shorter.”

“Well, they’re just thinking ahead, then.”

Police sirens start to wail along with the bagpipes - but no need to panic, as they simply drive slowly down the street to clear it of pedestrians in preparation of the parade. With a promise to return to the tattoo vendor, 28 loops her arm through 41’s to get her onto the sidewalk - to be fair, the huge blow-up leprechaun is a bit distracting, coming around a corner maybe a block or two south.

“Oh - oh! 28, there’s a candy stand! Can we?” Oh, those bright puppy eyes. 28 is a strong woman, but an indulgent one. Since this block isn’t giving up any clues to where their targets might be, she nods with a smile, and they weave through the thickening crowd, skirting wobbling celebrators and half-full cups of beer for the bright, green striped stand.

“Do you want anything?” 41 calls over her shoulder, but 28 is distracted - a few men, clearly packing, are heading for the door of a pub nearby called Mulligan’s. They aren’t smiling. Not into the festivities, are they?

“No, thank you,” 28 says absently. “I think I found our guys - ” She turns to address 41, who had finished her business at the stand quite quickly - there she stands, a lollipop easily the size of her face in one hand and greedy eyes as she gives it a delicate sniff.

“Mmm, green apple,” 41 sighs.

“Put it in your back pocket for later - let’s go.”

28 keeps her gaze on Mulligan’s - it isn’t as outfitted as the other shops nearby, the interior dim through the windows. She doesn’t pause before shouldering through the door, a bell tinkling cheerily above. She blinks to adjust to the interior, and notices several faces turned their way as 41’s nose wrinkles beside her.

“Where’s the tinsel?” she asks. “Where are the leprechauns and the pots of gold?”

“You police?” asks the bartender to the stony silence, cleaning a glass behind the counter.

“If that’s your greeting, then I suppose we’re in the right place,” 28 chirps, noting the stiffening of shoulders all around.

From outside the door, the parade is drawing nearer - a crescendo of bagpipes heralding the tense moment as she peers around quickly, recognizing four of their targets at a low table with beer at their elbows.

“I like the music,” 28 comments, rolling back her shoulders as chairs scrape; men stand with dark eyes. “Shall we dance?

Now, Clint may not be the most aware person in the world - and definitely not while he’s off-duty - but that just means that Bucky is being extra obvious. Sighing, gazing out the window. And while a Yankees game is on, too. Clint ignores the melodrama for a while, taking Bucky’s distraction as an opportunity to shovel more than his fair share of popcorn in his mouth.

Natasha, pretending to be sleeping on the other end of the couch, narrows her eyes. First at Barnes, then at Clint.

“What?” Clint asks, around a mouthful of popcorn. Bucky tilts his head slightly, gaze scooting over.

“Just wondering,” Natasha says, casual-like. “How the mission downtown is going.”

Clint swallows. “I’m sure it’s great.”

“Haven’t heard anything, have you?” Bucky drawls. Natasha shakes her head.

“That’s weird,” Clint says. More popcorn. “41 usually checks in.”

“She hasn’t?” Natasha asks curiously.

“Nah. Just figured she was busy.”

In his chair, Bucky visibly stiffens. Aw. It’s really nice how Bucky cares so much about 41. Clint reminds himself not to be so snappy with Bucky next time. Since there will always be a next time.

“Maybe we should check in on them,” Natasha says aloud.

“Hmm? Really?” Clint frowns. If Natasha is expressing worry…

“It’s only a few blocks from here,” Bucky agrees. “If everything’s fine, I’m sure we can get some food.”

“Good idea,” Clint says. “I’ll TiVo the rest of the game, and we can - ”

“I’ll do it,” Natasha interrupts. Leans over to grab the remote from the couch armrest beside Clint. Then, as an afterthought - grabs his bowl of popcorn, too. “Text me updates,” she says dryly, and Clint’s mouth falls open in indignation as she switches the channel to Discovery. “I don’t wanna have to get up to save your butts next.”

Dismissed. Unwanted. Close as he is to complaining, Clint stalls as he catches sight of Bucky, standing to his full and admittedly-intimidating height.

“C’mon, Barton,” Bucky says. “Let’s go see what - er, the girls are up to.”

“I hope we can find them,” Clint worries. Stretches out his back, wonders if he needs to bring any weapons.

“I’m sure we will,” Bucky sighs. “I find a good rule of thumb to be, ‘follow the chaos’.”

“That’s fair.”

Clint wonders, idly, why Bucky hadn’t put up a fuss about leaving the Tower for what promises to be a wild, crazy celebration. He’s not even Irish. Is he? Sometimes getting Bucky to do anything is like…

Well, he’s lost for metaphors at the moment, but it’ll come to him.

“Cheers,” 28 chirps. Knocks a self-filled glass against 41’s, rewarded with a grin, and with bar stools squeaking, they turn to face down the rest of the pub. Eyes out, if you will.

It had gone well. Piles of bodies usually indicate so, as long as they’re the right bodies.

“I don’t remember you hitting that one,” 41 says with a frown. Points towards a larger man with a grey beard. “Did you get him?”

“Nope.” A wry smile, sent over her shoulder. “I think he drank too much, squirt.”

Squirt. Huh. That’s what Bucky calls her. 41 takes a sip of larger, screws up her face, and spits it back into the glass.

“It does make it look like we busted up the entire room, though,” 28 continues with amusement, as 41 slides her glass back onto the bartop, revolted. “I can’t wait to take credit for all of this.”

“Can we tell everyone I got a punch in?”

“‘Course we can.”

The bagpipes in the distance are much further now; still the rain-heavy clouds haven’t released the promised storm, and the few passersby that have slunked past the pub windows in the front have been wobbly on their feet. Clearly intoxicated. Almost a blessing, for this sort of mess.

SHIELD ought to be there soon, to clean it up.

A jingle of a bell - glancing up, two strident figures appear in the doorway, pausing. Not SHIELD. But not backup for the enemy, either - 28’s lips curl into a smile over the rim of her glass, as Bucky blinks at her, then the bodies on the floor, and then her - and Clint’s jaw drops.

“Hey, boys,” 28 says airily. “Come to join the fun?”

Oh, the look on Bucky’s face - exasperated, annoyed - adoring. Gingerly he steps over some bodies, making his way across the room to the bar.

“Did you do this, sweet cheeks?” Clint breathes. Slower to move, but following Bucky’s picked path.

“Someone stole the extra-large lollipop she bought from a vendor down the street,” 28 says. “It was like watching a berserker.”

Bucky snorts, sliding onto a stool beside her. Clint has the luxury of being able to love on his girl - standing close to a beaming 41, squeezing her fingers in his.

“She’s teasing,” 41 tells him unnecessarily. “She got most of them. Well - the beer did. Then 28 got the second most, and I only got a few. SHIELD’s on their way to clean up.”

28 shivers - the other two distracted, Bucky’s fingers daringly dance across her shoulders, as he makes as if to grab 41’s discarded lager. But he pulls back, and she shivers again.

“We even had time to get temporary tattoos!” 41 adds - her delight palpable. “See?” And she pulls back the wrist of her long undershirt - baring to sight the vibrantly-green shamrock, adoring her wrist. Glittered gold and yellow, sparkling in the lights still on above.

“Cute,” Clint says, and his smile is sappily sweet, his eyes full of fondness.

“Where’s yours?” Bucky asks, nudging 28’s shoulder. Companionable - the others won’t notice the flirting behind it.

“Oh,” 28 says. Taking a sip, totally unconcerned. Then her sparkling eyes land on him, and his throat bobs in a thick swallow. “You’d have to be extra lucky to see where mine is.”

Bucky stops breathing.

“Gross,” Clint frowns.

“Ankle,” 41 says sagely. 28 bursts into laughter, and through it trills through the pub - only one or two of the fallen stir, and go still again.

“Not true. Anyone could see my ankles,” 28 points out with a grin. Bucky’s eyes still on her, utterly entranced.

“If you stopped wearing boots,” Clint points out.

“Yeah, you should try sneakers,” 41 says thoughtfully. “Pretty much all sneakers come in black. It wouldn’t ruin your aesthetic.”

“Don’t tempt me,” 28 teases. “Otherwise I’ll nick your doughnut-print Vans.” A barely-there wink - and Bucky finally moves again, clearing his throat.

“I hear a ‘copter,” he says raggedly. “I think we’re about to be released.”

“Excellent.”

“Hey, how about we stop on the way back to the Tower? Maybe - uh, for a Shamrock Shake? To celebrate?” Clint suggests - blurts, more like. A pinkish-tinge to his cheeks, his gaze urgent. 41 blinks several times in rapid succession.

“Is that a euphemism?” 28 asks blandly. The helicopter is louder now - and the approach of several armored vehicles. On the floor of the pub, a few bleary and bloody faces lift, and are ignored.

“No!” Clint says, eyes flickering with fear as he glances at Bucky over her shoulder. “Er - no. Just - just a sweet treat.”

“It’ll get sweeter later,” 28 comments. Bucky growls low in his throat; fire smoldering in annoyance at Clint - but 28 rather likes that. “C’mon, Barnes - let’s leave these two to “shamrock shake” it up alone, and we can find some good fair food on our way back to the Tower. No euphemisms required.”

But they’ll be there, anyway. And Bucky can find that hidden shamrock later.

Mission complete, lovebirds ditched. And as soon as the burgeoning chaos of SHIELD entering the pub is escaped, walking the opposite direction of the other two - 28 laces her fingers with Bucky’s, and returns his smile.

Oh, here’s the euphemism, coming out as naturally as a sunrise: “Can’t wait to wrap my lips around a corndog. Mmm.”

Bucky’s face flushes beet-red.

“Dripping, I think,” she muses, all casual. “Ketchup and mustard, you know.”

He chokes.

Yes, it really could not have gone better.

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