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[marvelman901]

Ultimatum! . Underground Liberated Totally Integrated Mobile Army to Unite Mankind! . This terror organization believed in taking away all borders, uniting mankind, creating a world government instead. . 1st - 4th slide is from the Official Handbook of the Marvel Universe vol 3 13 (1991) Art by Keith Pollard and Josef Rubinstein. Research and Text by Glenn Herdling, Len Kaminski, Peter Sanderson and Murray Ward. Colors by Andy Yanchus. 5th and 6th slide is from Captain America vol 1 438 (1995) Art by Dave Hoover and Danny Bulanadi. Colors by Ashley Posella and Lettered by Joe Rosen. . See more relevant content here: #marvelman901ultimatum #marvelman901keithpollard #marvelman901davehoover #marvelman901flagsmasher . #90s #flagsmasher #ultimatum #davehoover #keithpollard #josefrubinstein https://www.instagram.com/p/CoYFfwbs5BB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[tinaxpow]

Sam @furious_shan (insta) Karli - me

📸 @mathiasfrisch.cosphoto (insta)

[logansgaar]

Brave New World and Thunderbolts are going to canonize Sam and Bucky taking it real fucking easy on those baby super soldiers... completely going to clown that show...

What do you mean Sam, who has likely around 20 years in total of specialist military tactical training and experience, and is one of the few baseline humans who's kept up with enhanced people for years and probably knows the most about super soldier capabilities out of anyone in the show including Zemo (possibly even more than Bucky, it's unclear how much Bucky knows about his own limits), didn't even once use sensory weaponry like flash bombs, strobes, sirens, alarms and malodorants against people with extremely dialed up senses (the way Tony did against Bucky in CACW)?? Even fighting side by side with Bucky, the man can aim?? He's skilled enough not to inflict those weapons on his own ally for Christ's sake.

What do you mean Bucky, who was a gifted soldier and sniper who reached the rank of sergeant in only months, before the serum, was an elite assassin and intelligence agency cryptid, and can rip military convoy vehicles up into the air one handed, deflect a van flying at him and has on a few occasions overpowered Steve, is struggling against this gaggle of displaced mercenaries who've been super soldiers for a few years at most?

[darkangel1791]

Random Thoughts on The Falcon and The Winter Soldier:

I have no knowledge of what the comics say, or what any of the writers may have said to clarify anything in interviews or what have you. This is based solely on the movies as they played in the theatres, and the series as broadcast on Disney+.

The Super Soldier Serum

Red Skull stole some serum from Dr. Erskine before it was perfected. And I don't know how he injected it. Nor was he the kind of person Dr. Erskine would have chosen. And he had a terrible side effect.

Steve was given the serum that was as good as Dr. Erskine could make it. He had probably done exhaustive experiments, and he was just waiting for the right person. Dr. Erskine chose him because he was a good man who didn't want to kill anyone, he just didn't like bullies. Howard Stark designed the optimal way to administer it. He had the best result.

Bucky could only have been given a version of the serum that had been distilled from Red Skull's blood. We don't know what kind of experiments Zola did on him after he was captured after the battle of Azzano. But he certainly did something if it helped him to survive the fall from the train, and the loss of his arm. So he was given a version of an imperfect serum, administered in some way, along with whatever else had been done to his body, and then his identity was removed. But, as of TFATWS. It doesn't seem to have had any adverse affects, physically or emotionally. Though he's been through such trauma, it would be difficult to tell if the serum had any affect on it. However, Bucky was a good guy, before his identity was removed, so now that he has come back to himself, it makes sense that the serum wouldn't react badly with his actual personality. He seems to continue to have a good result.

The other people in the winter soldier program were given the serum as Howard Stark had recreated it. I don't know what he had to begin that formula, but it must have been untested. Maybe he was handing it over to the Pentagon to be tested? Zola may have fooled around with it as well. Bucky said that they were erratic. And one of them turned on the Hydra guy and tried to kill him. They had a poor result.

Isaiah was given a form of the serum, I don't know what it would have been distilled from, or how it was administered. They were told it was for tetanus, so it wasn't administered with Stark's technology. But it killed many of the other guys. Isaiah though, I think, had the best personality, morals, and ethics for the serum. He seems to continue to have a good result.

Nagel distilled the serum from samples of Isaiah's blood. He said he found semi-stable traces of the serum in the blood. We don't know if that says anything about the serum in Isaiah's blood. It could be a result of how it was stored, especially during the time after it was stolen before it got to Nagel. Then he worked on it so that it would not make noticeable physical changes. So it was all kinds of messed up. It isn't really shown if it has enhanced and negative or positive traits that Karli and the Flag Smashers may have already had. But from what we know, it seems to have had a good result.

John Walker took one of those vials of serum. It had not been kept in optimal conditions, that may have affected it. He was already very angry, dishearted, and embarrassed from everything that had already happened before he took it. So it didn't change him physically, but he obviously has some after effects. We can see him having odd twitches. And his anger was there before the serum, but it seems as if now, once he gets angry, it gets turbo boosted. He doesn't seem to be able to make good decisions in the heat of battle, the way Lemar said he did, or the way that would earn you three medals of honor. I would say it had a less than optimal result.

So when they say super soldier serum, they aren't talking about the exact serum that was given to Steve. Not all iterations of the serum are the same. So every person given it will not react the same way.

[digitalwizard01]

Crazy to me that I still see people defending John Walker for killing that Flagsmasher cause the Flagsmashers killed Lamar. Cause like even disregarding the fact that he's Captain America, John Walker, a member of the United States military, murdered an unarmed, surrendered, and innocent (at least of the crime John was killing him for) assailant, on a rogue mission, in a foreign country that he had no right to be in in the first place. John. Committed. A. War. Crime. No shit he had the title of Captain America stripped away

[mystic-insightss]

there is something still so personal to me about sam telling bucky “every time we fight, we fight one of the three,” when the first time we saw sam fight in the mcu, it was against jasper sitwell, and then bucky, who are in fact, not one of the three

[queenc-x]

Echo's costume designers when Marvel already ripped off indigenous symbolism for their non-indigenous villains on Falcon and the Winter Soldier and have to do Maya Lopez' costume without her trademark handprint.

[purple--queen]

I do understand the skrulls. I would be mad to

[faillen]

the fact that marvel villains have valid causes is not the win you think it is when the entire franchise operates under letting its heroes uphold the existing status quo just because they disagree with the villains’ means. there is an absolute refusal to actually engage with the structural questions that each movie/tv show brings up, and it is critical to recognize that before you praise it for being groundbreaking—they’re not trying to tell you that the villain’s issues are valid. they’re trying to convince you that the structural issues can’t be meaningfully solved without utter destruction of the current way of life, which is just so incredibly insidious.

any indication of incremental change that exists in the mcu never, ever, carries over into generative conversation and ends at the end credits of the given piece of media. the hero never truly takes up the responsibility of pushing for the villain’s objectives without utilizing the villain’s means. whatever the resolution is, it is always token and it never has true lasting ramifications for the foundational political and societal realities of the universe it’s built, and that is intentional.

[whitesuited]

he’s already there waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs when she hits the final step outside of the met; his combination of jeans and a sweatshirt looking far more appealing right now than the cocktail dress she had to drag out of the very back of her closet earlier in the evening on short notice. she conveys as much with a jealous groan before actually saying hello --------- insisting the pair can walk and talk ( gossip is more like it, but she won’t outright call it that --- she had been attending for business, not pleasure ) about fisk’s little fundraising get together as they go now that there’s a break in the rain.

       “i hated these things then, and i hate them now.” @lostsouldier has his pick of what ‘these things’ could be ----- the ‘fundraiser’ that’s charity - washing a whole lot of money, the small talk she’d had to endure for the last few hours or the fact she’d had to stand there uncomfortably and grin and bear them both while balancing a drink in her hand and minding her tongue. ( the only reason she’d gotten so comfortable with it back in hightown was sheer repetition -------- that and her survival instinct running on high alert nonstop for more than half a decade. )

the reflections of traffic lights and neon scattered and diffused on the wet pavement is apparently one of those universal things, she notices as they walk along --------- they looks the same here as it did half a world away, and she has to go and catch herself mentally before she refers to that other place as home out of habit. two large raindrops landing square on her forehead interrupt her story about her conversation with one of fisk’s staff ( and the parsley stuck in his teeth ) eliciting an annoyed “shit,” from her as she glances up at the black - grey sky of manhattan and gets greeted with another handful of drops on her face for her trouble. “so much for being dry.”

he’s already proven to be just as stubborn as she is enough times for it not to come as a surprise that the moment the skies once again fully open up he’s fussing with his jacket in an attempt to keep her dry ---------- nor should it be one for him that she fully intends to spend the handful of blocks they still have to walk towards the subway station on 86th protesting the gesture and trying to convince him to put his coat back on. ( but she will at least concede to herself that the heels she’d chosen for the night were a poor choice ------ just another reason why she never wears them unless absolutely necessary. but barefoot on the subway is too far, even for her. )

when they reach the staircase and he still hasn’t left her side, arms outstretched over her head while she pauses to rummage through her bag for her metrocard, she debates darting back into the rain just to be difficult.

       “ ... you’re not planning on doing this the whole way back to my apartment, are you, barnes?”

[alatariel-galadriel]

Me on my hands and knees with every MCU installment (in vain):

also the way the blip was used exclusively for comedy in ffh makes me CRAZY. peter and may had to find a new apartment while the world reconstructed itself. peter still has all his old tshirts which means that after he died either tony or happy went to their old apartment and packed up all their belongings and kept them in storage for 5 years for no real reason at all since there was no hope of return at that point. ned and mj both dusted but we don't get to hear about their families?? did they have little siblings who are older than them now too??? ffh plays it off as "very goofy how we're all legally 21 but in reality we've been frozen at 16 years old for the past 5 years and have to find out where we fit in this new reality. lol!" NOT LOL. HORRIFYING.

[winterarmyy]

My Person

A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of.

Summary: In which Sam's question forces Bucky to reveal his true feelings to his so called "friend", Y/N.

Pairing: tfatws!bucky x female!reader

Words: 3.2k++

Warnings: 18+ content, no minors allowed, nsfw, fluff, wee bit of angst, bucky is so adorable in this I WANT HIM SO BAD, also he is a bit feral. I feel like he can be more feral than this but you know, he doesn't wanna scare her away lol. This is just a result from surge of need so might not be too much of plot but I hope you enjoy your reading, anyway.

Inspiration: This post right here by @black-cat-2

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Sam took notice on every single crooks and corners as he followed Bucky's dragging footsteps from behind. It wasn't that he didn't want to help him but Bucky refused the offer right on the bat, saying that the serum will fix him up sooner or later.

The aftermath of their final battle with the flagsmasher was chaotic to say the least. With the splitting sides of public opinions of the new Captain America and the whispers about how the former winter soldier saved a bunch of civilian tonight had been the talk of the town.

But both Sam and Bucky decided not to think of it too much,  especially when both were exhausted from the fight. Not to mention Bucky was injured. Although Sam knew damn well that the soldier can managed himself to a hotel to rest for the night like he always does, but as a worried friend, or rather a babysitter some would say, he insisted to accompany Bucky all the way through.

And Bucky was not in the mood to argue; Sam is as equally stubborn as Steve used to be, so he let the man do whatever he wants.

It was clear Sam was suspicious of where the hell did this terminator brought him to, but mostly he was curious. He thought he would just accompany him to the nearest hotel but nope. After taking an Uber, the next thing he knew, Bucky was leading him into this apartment building, that was obviously not his.

"Last time I checked your apartment was in Brooklyn. When did you get a place here?" Sam asked as Bucky stopped at one of the identical looking doors.

"It's not mine" Bucky replied truthfully as he removed the glove from his fleshed hand and pressed his thumb at the top of the door handle.

Sam eyed him with a look on his face when he sassed at him, "Said the guy who is currently unlocking the doors with his fingerprint."

Bucky simply rolled his eyes before the chiming sound alerts that the door was unlocked. Bucky opened the door to let Sam inside before he himself got in after him. "Seriously, man. If I knew you can afford having two apartments I would've asked you to pay for tonight's dinner. That's the least you can do..." Sam's words died as his eyes scanned the apartment.

Whatever he was expecting the apartment to look like, it was far from it. He surely was not expecting the place to be fully decorated with complete set of furniture in every area of the room. Whether it is the living room area, or the huge kitchen that was also equipped with built-in oven.

Even with the lack of light, Sam could see the color pallette on the walls were definitely not what Bucky would go for. The sentimetal trinkets on the shelves, the sweet fragrant of the scented candles; everything was the very opposite of what Bucky's apartment in Brooklyn looks like, feels like.

This, it felt like home. Warm and inviting. Quiet and serene.

"You know what? I take that back. Whose house have you broke us into?" Sam asked, almost in awe rather than shocked, "I know for a fact that this ain't your house."

Bucky huffed a heavy breath as he remove his tactical gears, "I didn't say it was mine, remember? Or flying with the pigeons in the sky had made you forgot how to undertand human language?" there was an unfiltered sarcasm in his tone that didn't go unnoticed by Sam.

So obviously he got defensive and unknowingly increase his volume as he countered, "Woah woah, that was uncalled for. And for your information pigeons can't fly as fast a my wings, and rest assured that I--"

Bucky swiftly stomped towards him, eyes wide almost in anger, while his metal hand reached to cover Sam's mouth, "Can you shut the fuck up, she's probably asleep and your noisy ass will wake--"

"Bucky?" A tiny yet groggy voice interrupted the conversation causing both of them to turn their attention to the source. The figure peeped itself from the bedroom, her uncertainty made it that only half of her body was revealed through the doorway.

Her squinting eyes indicates how recent she was woken up from her sleep and Bucky flashed a quick glared at Sam for that. Sam simply shrug with his hands the air as a response. He was still confused who is this woman and why were they in her house.

Bucky's tight features softens as he called for her, "Hey, babydoll. What are you doing up?"

Recognizing that voice anywhere her feet made her way to him, "Heard some noises." She answered shortly as her knuckles find her eyes and rubbed it lightly. The closer she gets, the clearer Bucky can see the dark circles under her eyes, signifying how much she was lacking of sleep.

His heart squeeze a little at the sight, "M'sorry, sweetheart." it was as if their bodies were magnets that they naturally found each other. Bucky opened his arms wide for her to find her rightful place in his embrace.

"It's okay" she mumbled against his sturdy chest. "Welcome home." She continued.

You'd be surprise to know how much the former winter soldier absolutely adore the feeling of her lips moving against his skin. Even if it was blocked by the fabric of his shirt. It always felt good and he swore he could not get enough of it.

Bucky leaned down on top of her head, inhaling the strawberry yogurt scent of her shampooed hair, "Yes. I am home, indeed." His hugged got tighter, crushing her just enough to make those pretty little sounds slipped her from lips.

Strings of hushed moan kept purring in her throat when Bucky lightly swayed her from side to side; his fleshed hand drawing invisible circles on the back of her waist, while his metal hand gently squeeze the back of her neck.

If she let him pamper her more than this, they'd probably forget that Sam was in the room. Unabashedly had his mouth agape at the sight in front of him. He was not sure whether he wanted to look away or to continue staring because no amount of explanation will suffice to answer his questions.

Peeking from Bucky's shoulder, she smiled warmly as she finally acknowledge the unexpected guest, "You must be Sam. I've heard a lot about you."

She tried to wiggle an escape from Bucky arms, but it was no avail; he was not planning to let her go any time soon. She ended up dragging the enormous koala bear who was stuck on her back as she offered Sam a handshake, introducing herself.

"Good things I hope." Sam took her hand and lightly shake it as she replied, "Of course." As much as he wanted to keep his eye contact with her, it was extremely hard when the grumpy super soldier that he knew was basically melting in crook of her neck.

"I don't want to be rude but the two of you are..." Sam purposely left his words hanging, hoping that one of them would finish the sentence before he let out his assumption, however both of them remained silent. The woman was blinking at him confused, while Bucky was practically still drooling over the her.

"...Lovers?" Sam ended his sentence with an uncertain tone.

Both of them went rigid to the question but before Bucky could say anything, she answered first, "No!" She almost shouted, taking a deep breath before she rephrase her answer, "No. I mean yes. We're not... like that."

"So, you guys are friends then?" Sam quirked an eyebrow to her answer, and seeing Bucky's silence, he guessed that the super soldier might liked her more than just 'friends'.

"Yup, we are. We first met when Bucky was on the run from Hydra, before you guys found him. It's a long story, really." And by the time she explained the shorten version of their story, Bucky finally drifted his attention to Sam, a deep frown decorated his brows as he was mentally asking, "How much longer are you going to stand there? Get the fuck out."

Sam should be offended by his silent orders but considering he came in the middle of the night, uninvited, he realized that he should leave them be,"Then, let that be a reason for us to meet again. You can tell me all about this meet-cute of yours later. I don't want to keep you away from him any longer. Especially when he is staring daggers at me."

She lightly tapped on Bucky's arms, and quick frown at him followed after as she non-verbally asking him stop glaring at Sam. Needless to say, Sam removed himself from the scene after they, or rather she, bid him goodbye.

As soon as the doors closed, Bucky has her back pressed against the door, wasting no time than to capture her lips. A gasped from her made it easy for him to slip his tongue inside. He kissed her slow yet so hungrily as if he was starved of the taste of her sweet mouth against his.

Bucky broke the kiss momentarily just to whisper, "I missed you so much, babydoll." With his thigh in between her legs, he guided her clothed core to slowly hump against him. "Missed you, too." Her beautiful moans only encourage his cock to swell even more than it already was.

Breaking the kiss, Bucky let her catch a breath as his glazed eyes adored her soft features. He still remembered the day when he first met her.  When he escaped from Hydra's control, he was determined to keep his life down low. Don't attract to much attention, follow the schedule and stick to rules.

And his schedule was never interesting, it was always:

- write his journal entry

- find/do odd and non-permenant jobs for money

- grocery shopping and cooking

- watch the news

- and mostly just stay at home

Obviously, Bucky knows how to use the internet and all those modern devices that they have nowadays, but he never understand them; the 'social media' and the 'viral' things were never really appealing to him. So one day he decided to pay a visit to a small local library; hoping to find fimiliar solace in books instead.

What are the odds that both of them reach for the same book at the same time? After the multiple exchange of: 'Oh, I'm sorry, here take it.' 'No, you take.' 'No, please I insist.' They ended up meeting on a common ground; making a decision to sit down and read together. Turns out, spending a few hours with her at the library was the most peace he had since forever.

Bucky had a strict routine and rules. But the moment she asked him if he want to spend more time with her while she was there, he was ready to break all of it. And he did; for 7 days straight.

She was his first sense of freedom. His first choice in life.

Though, back then he was on a run, for presumably a lifetime, while she was on business trip for a week. So, they lost contact after that, especially when Bucky was running around with the Avengers and fighting aliens, but fate seemed to be on their side when they were reunited again in New York.

It's a miracle that she even recognized him. Little did he knew, he wasn't the only one who got hooked on the first few hours of that reading session had.

Though, he was extremely grateful that she reach out the moment she recognized him; no hesitant, no doubt. Just a confident and cheerful shout of his name in middle of the park that he walks through everyday.

The first thing that came out from her mouth after calling out his name was a compliment of his new hair cut and how she can see his beautiful eyes more clearer now. And that alone had made Bucky absolutely red in blush.

Weeks after that, she often joined him with his daily walk, making it their routine instead of just his. And months into this newly founded 'friendship', they found solace in each other's arms, comfort in each other's touch, and this quickly become their new favourite activity to do together.

Though none of them ever actually discuss their status but their body language suggest that they are more than just friends.

Especially with the way Bucky was rubbing the tip of his leaking cock on her clit; so desperate yet so gentle. Just like how he always does when he makes love to her. But, tonight he felt different. Maybe he was just needy or maybe it was the way she admit that they were not lovers when Sam asked about their relationship.

It was true. But, it felt so wrong.

"Am I just a friend to you, doll? Bucky leaned forward, his forehead met hers, his hot breath tickling her skin.

His tongue briefly passed in between his lips as he spreads her legs further, revealing her dripping cunt for his display, "Do your friends touch you like this, hmm?" His husky whisper as he rubbed his hardened length in between her slit, brushing against her clit.

"Do your friends kiss you all over like me?" She moaned breathily, as he bit and kiss the softness of her breasts; easily leaving his marks as if she was his to claim.

And without any warning, his cock slammed straight into her hole, stretching the walls to his size causing her to yelp in painful pleasure. Bucky let out a satisfied groan as the tightness of her around him, "Do your friends fuck this tight little pussy with their cock like me?"

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from pulling and pushing his hips to meet hers, his fingertips was practically digging into the flesh of her hips, moving her in time with his thrusts, "What am I to you, baby?" Honestly, it was hard for her to form complete thoughts, let alone reply to his question when he was fucking her so good.

Gone was the gentleman she knew for the past years, the koala bear that she spent hours on the couch cuddling to a movie marathon with. Now, there was only this feral beast, hungry for pleasure, insatiable to devour her whole body and soul.

Each roll of his hips pushed her further from her sober thoughts, focusing only on the wild look on his face, his huge body hunched over hers, his throbbing cock kissing her cervix. Any answer she was trying to convey was lost at the tip of her tongue; there were just the mewling mess, as she fell apart underneath him, compliant to his every thrust as his cock ramming within her. "Tell me. Come on, now. Use your words."

Bucky was almost losing his mind, from how bad he wanted to cum and how stubborn she was for not answering his questions. He pushed her legs up and wide as his thrust punctuated to his words,  "What. Am. I. To. You?"

It took her a couple of long moans at his roughness, before she could utter a single word, the only correct answer to his question, "Mine."

He groaned approvingly, pulling back just enough to slide his metal between their bodies. "I'm yours?" Those hard, cold fingers that she loved so much was quick to find her clit. She was already sensitive from all the friction of his rutting, and now was he relentlessly assaulting the swollen nub, "Then, does that make you mine as well huh, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Bucky. You're mine. And I'm yours. All yours. Pleasee"

Her back arches off the bed, toes curling tight as her nails dug into his skin and across his back; To have some kind of a leverage to hold as the overwhelming pleasure surged through her body.

"Yeah, that's right, babygirl. You're mine and mine alone. Mine to love, mine to fuck. Yes?" Bucky taunted her with both his words and the way he rutted into her wet pussy, as if he himself was not close to the egde.

The sound of skin to skin clashing intertwined with the sounds of her pussy squelching around his cock, his girth kept pounding straight into her sweet spot to the point that only lewd whimpers of plead were spewing out of her lips, "Yes, yes yes. Oh Bucky please,, fuck,, I'm cumming!"

"Cum, sweetheart. Let me feel that tight little pussy of mine cum around my cock" He hummed approvingly as he picked a deeper and harsher pace, causing her mouth to fall wide open and her eyes screwed shut as she felt her whole body shook as she came. "Yeah,, that's it, doll. That's my girl. fuckkk,, feels so good baby, gonna make me cum inside you if you keep choking me like that."

"Please, Bucky?" A breathy moan of his name passed her lips as she her walls spasm with need. Bucky groan to the sensation, he was sure that her pussy was already full of his precum, considering how it has been leaking inside her for so long, "Want my cum in you, pretty girl?"

Batting her eyes through her lashes, she stared up at him, pleading., "Need it, please."

"Oh fuck, you got it, sweetheart." Throwing his head back in pleasure, shutting his eyes solely to focus of the feeling of her wet and tight cunt, Bucky's pace quicken as he chased his high, "Hmmm,, fuckk,, gonna stuff you full. You'll leaking for days, babydoll. Then, I'm gonna keep filling you until you can't live without my cum inside your pussy."

Hearing such dirty confessiom only triggers her to near orgasm, "Yess pleasee i want it. Need it, bucky." Surely enough she came again when he hit that special spot inside her.

"Ahh,, fuck ahhh,, I'm cumming shit pussy so good m'cumming fuckkkk", Bucky couldn’t even stop himself from rutting in and out of her sweet pussy as his cock pulsed, especially when her cunt was sucking him in deeper.

His head fall down to watch his cock disappear inside her before squeezing it shut again when the white spurt of cum shoots against her walls. His jaw was loose as his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape to allow his loud groans contaminated the silenced room.

His thick endless cum warm her insides and the honeyed moans hanging off her lips to its own accord as Bucky hunched over her frame, pressing his face in crook of her neck, breathing heavily as she was. After awhile, a broken sound of his voice stopped the silence, "Do you really mean it?"

He refused to look at her in the eyes, afraid of the rejection that might come his way but she proved him wrong by holding him by his cheeks, leading his eyes to align with hers,

"Bucky. You, my dear, are my bestfriend; you are my heart, you are my person. And there is no one in this world that I'd rather spend my whole life with besides you." Her words was nothing but the truth and Bucky knew that.

His heart swelled with joy yet he didn't know how to express it other than, "I love you, doll..." there was pause as if he was gathering the pieces of his soul to offer it to her, "...So much."

And she accepted it with her whole heart, "I love you too, Bucky."

End.

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A/N: I was gone for awhile but never too long. Hope you enjoy this little drabble 👀

[xxchumanixx]

A little risqué

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Bucky has an idea whilst on Sam's ship. But you've got to be quiet...

Warnings/Tags: smut, mdni!, oral (fem! receiving), a hell lot of teasing (Bucky is the king of teasing, we all know that), swearing, slight praise kink

Word count: tba

Authors note: Seriously, when did I get this filthy? I don't even know where this all comes from. Anyway, I hope you'll like this. Oh, and I've tried to incorporate his thoughts / point of view a little more, too. I hate what a tease he can be. But, then again, I made him one.

Enjoy!

His eyes were on you the whole time as you peeked around the corner of the ship's wall, watching you as he had you in between his body and the wall. A smirk formed on his face, and a thought went through his mind, so he leaned forward, almost pressing his body against yours, his metal hand grabbing your hip.

"So, doll… the coast clear?"

You nodded. "Yes, they're still partying."

Sam's party was still in full swing. You were currently standing on his boat with Bucky, having had a chat about what recently happened with the Flagsmashers.

Bucky chuckled and smirked, his metal hand roaming around your hip as he got an idea. He started to slowly back you up against the wall, his eyes darkened with lust as he leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"Wonder if we have time for something real quick without getting caught… What do you think, doll? You up for a small bit of risqué right here?

Your eyes widened. "What? Are you kidding? What about a little privacy?" you asked, though your body already heated up at the suggestion.

You were such a slut for that man.

He smirked and chuckled, one of his metal fingers slowly trailing up your leg. His eyes darkened even more as he looked into your eyes, seeing how they darkened with lust when he came up with the idea.

"Oh, we’ll definitely have plenty of fun later when we have some time alone… For now, I think a little bit of danger and thrill is more fun, doll. Just keep quiet, okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip.

What else were you supposed to do when he had you in such an iron grip with just a smile of his? You were putty in his hands, and he knew it.

He smirked and started trailing kisses across your jawline and down your neck, his hand still slowly roaming around your body.

When he got to your ear, he spoke again, his voice a low sultry whisper. "Turn around for me, doll."

You swallowed, turning around.

How could you not, when your body was already aflame?

He wrapped his arms around you, gently pinning you against the wall, his breath hot against your ear and neck.

"God, you’re so damn sexy, doll…"

He started leaving marks on your neck, his hands roaming up and down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You shivered, mind already mushy.

He smirked when he felt you shiver under his touch, his hands finding their way under your shirt. Groaning at how damn good you felt against him, he mumbled against your skin.

"Mmhh… so damn beautiful, and all mine… no one else can have you but me."

His hands started roaming up your body, his metal ones coming up to gently grab your chin, his lips trailing down your neck, starting to slowly kneel down as he went lower and lower.

You inhaled shakily, licking your lip.

Why did he always have such an effect on you?

Bucky smirked against your skin as he slowly knelt down behind you. One of his hands started slowly wandering under the hem of your skirt, his other grabbing your hip as he started mouthing at the back of your thighs.

You swallowed, hands bracing against the metal of the ship's wall, heart racing.

Somehow, you were grateful for choosing a skirt earlier.

Gently biting at the back of your thighs, he loved how you reacted to his tongue and his teeth on your skin. He heard the way your breath hitched, and he took note of it, a smirk forming on his face.

"Gonna have to stay real quiet, doll… we don’t want anyone to hear us unless you want an audience." he mused.

You nodded, biting your lip.

A challenge already doomed to fail.

He smirked and chuckled quietly, leaving a few more bite marks on the back of your thighs, his metal hand coming up to slowly run up the back of your leg as well.

"Such a good girl… so damn quiet for me." he praised.

You shivered at his words, eyes fluttering closed.

God damn him and his internal lexicon of your body.

Bucky smirked as he watched you shiver at his words, loving how you reacted to him. He continued to leave bites and marks on your skin as his hands roamed your body.

"Mmm…. you’re so damn sweet, doll. I love how you taste against my tongue, love how you shiver at my touch." he hummed, starting to make his way back up your leg, his hands slowly pushing up your skirt, lips trailing up the back of your thigh.

"So good for me, you know that, doll? So damn good, and only for me."

"Only for you, Bucky." you breathed out, swallowing.

He groaned at the sound of his name coming from your lips, his hands gripping a little rougher onto your hips as his mouth trailed up from your thighs to your hip, gently biting at the skin there.

"Damn right, you are, doll. You’re all mine. No one else’s but mine. Say it again, doll."

"I'm yours." you said again. "All yours."

A cocky smirk grew on his face as he continued to leave marks and kisses on your hips and thighs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties.

"Damn right you are. All mine… and you’re going to scream it later when I have you all to myself."

Words promising heaven.

You shivered again, breath faltering in anticipation.

He was such a fucking tease.

He chuckled as he felt you shiver and your breath falter, slowly pulling your panties down, his hands slowly trailing back up your body as he did.

"God, doll, I love how you react to me. So beautiful, so perfect. So damn mine... All mine."

He started trailing kisses up your thighs again as his hands roamed your body. "Damn you taste so sweet, doll. I’m addicted to you, can never get enough of you."

You grit your teeth, wishing he'd use his mouth in other ways than talking and praising non-stop.

Your body trembled involuntarily, and you bit your lip.

You were slowly getting impatient, and he knew it.

Bucky smirked as he saw your body trembling, almost feeling how much you were aching for him.

"Damn you look so pretty right now. All mine, all for me, and I love how beautiful you look when you ache for me. I love it when you shiver and bite your lip like that."

Slowly starting to trail his metal fingers up your thighs, he inched closer to where you wanted him most, but his finger just teased your skin slowly.

"Look at you... so perfect, all worked up and needy for me. I love seeing you like this, doll, all desperate for me. Don't worry, I’m gonna give you what you want so badly. Just a little longer... Say my name, doll."

He would obtain a gold medal for teasing, that was sure.

You gasped, swallowing. "Bucky," you breathed out, almost a whine. "Please."

He chuckled, hearing you call out his name, your voice a desperate whine that almost sent him over the edge of control.

He loved how needy and desperate you sounded for him right now.

"God... you’re so damn perfect when you whine my name for me like that, doll. So damn beautiful. I love it so much."

You were one step away from stomping on the ground like a child throwing a tantrum. Your core ached, dripping with your juices.

He smirked as he got even closer to where you wanted him, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, voice a low, sultry tone.

"You want it, doll? You want me to give you what you’re aching for? Say please one more time, I love it when you beg for me like that."

You would shove the please up his ass if he wasn't going to give you what you craved soon.

But you nodded, equal parts desire and rage rushing through your veins. "Yes, Bucky, please!" you whined. "Please..."

Bucky groaned in satisfaction from your whining and begging. "God damn you’re beautiful when you beg like that, doll... so damn perfect. It’s like music to my ears. Begging for me just how I like it."

You squirmed, leaning your forehead against the ship's wall in frustration. "Please, Bucky!" you begged, almost sobbing. "Please don't tease me!"

He chuckled at your plea for him, his head almost spinning from how damn hot you sounded when you begged and whined for him.

Bucky could feel himself throb seeing and hearing how desperate for him you were, so he finally decided to give you what you wanted, his voice low and sultry as he got impossibly closer to you.

"Alright, doll, since you’ve been so damn good for me and patient, I’m finally gonna give you what you ache for."

He gently wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as his head got close to where you wanted him, his breath even hotter against your skin.

"But you have to be quiet, doll, otherwise everyone is gonna hear you. I know how loud you can get."

You nodded desperately. "I will be quiet, Bucky, I promise."

Hearing the desperation in your voice, he smirked, knowing you were so damn eager to get what you wanted.

He got even closer, so close that his nose brushed your skin, but he paused for a brief moment. He couldn’t help but tease you one last time before he gave you what you ached for so much.

"Please, doll, beg one more time. I love it when you beg for me." he asked sweetly.

He was so close, so damn close, he could practically taste you already, but he wanted to make you beg one more time for him.

You grit your teeth in frustration. "Please, Bucky!"

He growled, your desperate plea finally snapping his control, he couldn’t tease you any longer. He was just as desperate for you as you were for him, maybe even more so, and he finally gave in to your pleas, finally giving you what you were aching for so badly.

"You’ve been so damn good for me, so damn perfect in every way. I’m gonna give you what you want, doll."

Finally closing the distance, he allowed himself to taste you, his tongue licking a rough stripe up your folds, groaning loudly at how you tasted, so damn addicted to you.

He buried his head further in between your thighs, holding them apart with his hands as he started to devour you.

You yelped but bit your lip, desperate to not let any more sounds escape.

Bucky smirked against your skin, he knew how much trouble you’d be in if someone heard the noises you were trying to hold back.

He loved every second of it.

Bucky didn’t let up his pace, using his tongue and lips and teeth for you, the sounds of his groans and your quiet whimpering filling the air all around the two of you.

All he could think of was how good you tasted against his tongue, how you were all his, and how damn perfect you were.

Your breathing fastened, eyes screwed shut as you tried not to move too much.

Hearing how your breathing had gotten faster and heavier, he knew you were holding back so much right now, trying so damn hard to stay quiet, how you were trying not to move.

He was an ass, and he knew it as his metal fingers began drawing circles on your clit, making it even harder for you to keep quiet as he tongue-fucked you.

You whimpered quietly, gasping for air.

It was almost too much.

He groaned at how flustered and worked up you were, the sound sending vibrations straight up your core.

"We gotta be quiet, doll." he warned. "Can’t have anyone hearing us. How close are you, doll?"

You bit your lip. "Close, Bucky." you breathed out, eyes hazy and head swimming. "Please don't stop!"

You couldn't believe you were actually doing this on Sam's ship.

Bucky chuckled, hearing you breathe out how close you were. He knew you were hanging on by a thread right now, and he loved it.

"You can’t come yet, doll..." he breathed against you. "I’m gonna make you wait a little longer, but not too much longer, doll, promise."

You swallowed, shivering.

It was getting harder to hold on with each passing moment.

Bucky smirked at your reaction, his stubble lightly scratching your soft skin. He loved how you couldn’t take any more, how you were so damn desperate for that sweet release, but he wanted to take his time a little longer, to tease you just a bit more.

After all, he was the king of teasing.

He continued his pace, not going any faster or slower, enjoying seeing you squirming and struggling, your body aching for release, but he wouldn’t give it to you just yet.

"Oh, doll, you’re so damn perfect like this. So damn beautiful and desperate for me. I want you to be just a little more patient for me. Can you do that for me?"

You nodded, biting back a moan. "Yes, Bucky."

He smiled and chuckled, loving that you nodded and just did what he said, being so damn good for him like that.

"Such a damn good girl for me..." he mused.

His tongue started moving faster against your pussy, his hands holding your thighs in place as he ate you up, alternating between kitten licks and fucking you with his tongue.

"I’m gonna let you come for me, pretty girl, and I want you to say my name when you do, understood?"

You nodded, whimpering. "Yes, Bucky, please!"

He started to lap at you even faster, wanting you to come for him, see, and feel you burst on his tongue.

His fingers started to match the pace of his tongue, sending sparks of pleasure through you.

Your breathing fastened, and your legs trembled as you stumbled towards the edge in high-speed.

He felt your legs trembling around his head, how your breathing had started to get louder, knowing how close you were right now.

"God damn, you’re so close, doll, I can feel it." he groaned. "Say my name, doll, I want to hear how good I make you feel."

"Bucky!" you breathed out, trying to be quiet, and not shout his name instead. "Fuck, please don't stop!"

He groaned loudly against you, holding your trembling legs in place, forcing you into an earth-shattering orgasm.

"You gonna come for me, doll? Right freaking now?"

You nodded, sweat forming on your skin, limbs tingling. "Yes, Bucky, fuck yes!"

"Cum for me, doll."

You gasped, eyes squeezed shut as a wave of pure bliss exploded inside of you, tumbling over the edge with his name on your lips, over and over again.

He smiled and groaned as he heard you come, hearing how you said his name like that and how damn good he made you feel, how you couldn't keep yourself quiet anymore.

He was a madman, only for you.

"God damn, doll, I love you." he mumbled into you, lapping and drinking every bit of your juices up.

You trembled, momentarily blinded by the pleasure.

Bucky smirked, seeing how you trembled and how overwhelmed you were with pleasure. He slowly let up, pressing kisses to your thighs as he let you calm down.

"God damn, doll, I'm so damn lucky to have you." he whispered in-between kisses, sighing in content.

You tried to regain your bearings, leaning against the ship in exhaustion. "Now they will definitely have questions." you breathed out. "We were gone for like hours or something."

Chuckling, Bucky stood and wrapped his arms around you, holding you gently against his chest. He knew you were right, they were gonna be wondering where the hell the two of you had been off to.

But he couldn't care less.

"Yeah, you're probably right, doll." he said. "But it was well worth it. Though they can all go screw themselves, they don't need to know what we were up to."

You chuckled, deeply satisfied. "Yeah, you're right."

He hummed, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Can't wait to have you all for myself later."

You smirked, rolling your eyes. "But no teasing, Bucky."

He chuckled. "I can't promise that, doll. You know me."

"Bucky." you playfully warned him. He had teased you enough already.

"Just a little bit?"

"No!"

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Man the Flagsmashers are some of the biggest victims of the "The bad guys have a a good point, so let's make them do some undeniably evil shit so the audience doesn't like them too much" trope. All they really wanted to have the world support each other

[absideon-ephemeral]

Dog Tags | Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x (fem) reader

Summary: there is something about Bucky’s dog tags that drove both of you crazy.

A/N: SET AFTER THE SHOW THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER. I have a head cannon that Bucky ended up moving to Louisiana and buying a house close to Sarah.

Warnings: (hopefully) tooth rotting fluff, mild language, Reader described as having boobs, suggestive themes, illness, idk what I missed so read at your own advisory I guess.

There was something about them.

Those fucking dog tags.

He wore them every moment of every day: didn’t even take them off to shower or sleep.

They were just pieces of metal (although they had special value to him) so you couldn’t figure out why it drove you crazy whenever you caught a glimpse of them.

I was a good kind of crazy though. One that would make you go feral for him. You never voiced this to your beautiful lover, but he knew. Oh, he knew.

After finding out about your obsession from Sam a little birdie, he would make any excuse to show them off. In the shower, working out, cuddling? Bucky did it all. (His favorite was seeing them dangle and slap your face while he has you folded in half).

But his ultimate favorite ended up happening on a quiet Sunday morning. . .

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It was early. Early enough to just begin to hear the birds chirp and see the sun start to rise. Bucky unlocked your shared front door and crept inside as quietly as possible.

For the past week, he had been away on some diplomatic mission to tie up loose ends left from the Flagsmashers. His week was crammed full of press conferences, meetings, and the occasional man hunt for a left-over Smasher. And for the past week, his stress has been through the roof.

It all started when he had managed to forget his dogs tags on the bathroom counter the morning he left. For the rest of the week, an unsettling weightlessness sat on his chest and the absence of the familiar, cool metal was strange. The tags brought him comfort: it kept him grounded and reminded him of who he is. On rough days, they acted as a form of emotional support - reminding him that he is James Buchanan Barnes and not him. Without them, a strange hollowness followed him everywhere.

And to make matters worse, you ended up falling sick with something close to pneumonia the day after he left. He was helpless and couldn’t do anything more than call and pester Sarah to check on you.

So he felt empty and stressed, but now he was home and wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with you.

As quietly as possible, Bucky set down his bag and toed off his mud-crusted boots, making his way to the kitchen after. He tried (keyword, tried) to quietly recreate his mom’s famous chicken noodle soup for you, but it was a bit hard when his metal arm ‘clinked’ against the pot and bowl.

Once he was satisfied with the meal he prepared, he grabbed a glass of water and made his way to your shared bedroom.

Nudging the door open, he was greeted with the sight of your sleeping form sprawled out on the bed. Setting the soup and water on the bedside table, he sat on the edge of the bed to silently admire you.

There you lay, hair a messy halo on the pillow and small snores accompanying each breath. He took note that you were wearing his old red shirt with the words “can you give me a hand?” written across it (Sam had given it to him during a visit to Wakanda when he was an armless mess). But the thing he noticed most was the harsh rasp and rattle of your lungs with each breath. A frown fell upon his face as he decided wether or not to wake you up. On one hand, he wanted you to enjoy your, seemingly peaceful, sleep; but on the other, he knew that you needed to clear your lungs before you suffocated on mucus.

The thought of you not suffocating won over and he gently shook you awake. It took a couple shakes and the quiet repetition of your name to elicit a groan from you. From there, he began to gently coax you further into awareness.

“Come on doll, I’m finally home and want to see those pretty eyes. I need you to get up, hon.” He spoke softly.

Slowly but surely, your eyes opened and you had to blink a few times to clear them. Upon seeing the beautiful face of your lover you shot up, despite the protest of your sluggish body, and threw your arms around his neck.

“I missed you so much.” Your voice was hoarse from coughing and sounded so frail.

“I missed you too, darling. I know you’re probably still tired, but how about we take a nice, warm shower together, hm? That way we can both be clean and we can loosen up that gunk in your lungs.”

You simply nodded, too tired and on the brink of falling asleep against him. He wrapped you up in his arms and carried out of bed and to the bathroom. Once inside, he set you down on the toilet and turned on the shower all the way to hot. He stripped himself bare, save for his boxers, and then began to help you.

Kneeling in front of you, he placed his hands on your waistband, a silent ask of permission. You lifted your hips just enough for him to slide your shorts off. The shirt came next. But it’s what was under it that caught him off guard.

It wasn’t the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra, no, he was used to that.

But it was the fact that you were wearing his dog tags.

His dog tags.

The ones he left behind and had felt their absence all week.

Sitting so prettily between your breasts, shining and slick with condensation.

For a minute his brain short circuited - snapping into a daze as the bathroom began to fill with hot, thick steam. But it was your voice that brought him back.

“Bucky?” The small call was followed by a series of coughs that racked your whole body.

He immediately sprang into action, rubbing your back and pushing your damp hair away from your face. Reassuring words spilled out of his mouth like a poem; guiding you through it and reminding you to try and breathe. By the time the coughing subsided and you could breathe again, your chest hurt and your lungs were so tired. Bucky could see your exhaust and it pained him to see you so tired.

“Whats on your mind?” The question caught him off guard.

“Nothing hun. Just thinking about how pretty you look wearing my tags.”

A small grin broke out on your face, “you like when I wear ‘em?”

His eyes met yours. “Honey, I absolutely fucking love it.”

A raspy chuckle escaped you. “Good. Cause I want to wear them if that’s okay with you. Especially when you’re not here. It’s like I have you right beside me no matter what.”

Bucky smiled and stood up, stripping you and himself of the remaining clothes and guiding you off the toilet and to the shower. “Doll, you can wear them whenever you want. You can wear them forever if that’s what it takes to make you always feel safe and loved,” he stepped into the shower, allowing the warm water to hit him first, “but I will always be by your side. With or without those tags.”

A small smirk crept upon his face as you fully joined him in the shower.

“You don’t know the things you do to me wearing my tags. Actually, I want you to wear them every day. That way, everyone will know you’re mine.”

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And he kept true to his word. Everyday, he would place those tags around your neck, making sure they fell just right on your chest. More often than not it ended up with him bending you over the bathroom counter and watching in the mirror as his tags slapped against your tits. And he made sure you always had them when he was away as well. No longer had he felt anxious or empty without them for he knew that they were always beside your heart.

So, it’s safe to say, that his favorite way of seeing his dog tags, was on you.

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A Protective Hand — Helmut Zemo

Summary: While at an underground party gathering intel about the Flagsmashers with Zemo, he gets a little more protective than is necessary.

Word Count: 777

Warnings: Zemo calls reader his wife

The pulsating beat of electronic music reverberated through the air as you and Zemo seamlessly blended your way into the eclectic crowd. The atmosphere buzzed with the frantic energy of the underground club, but you were there for one purpose — gathering crucial intel on the elusive Flagsmashers.

Zemo, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, moved with grace and confidence —if perhaps a few awkward dance moves— a stark contrast to the raw and chaotic surroundings. His sharp eyes constantly scanned the room, assessing potential threats and gauging the reactions of those around you. As you navigated the crowded space, Zemo's presence felt both reassuring and slightly unnerving.

The intel you sought was rumored to be within the grasp of the party's attendees, many of whom were connected to the shadowy world of the Flagsmashers. Zemo's contacts had led you to this underground gathering, where secrets were exchanged amidst the thumping bass and dimly lit corners.

You and Zemo played your roles seamlessly, undercover operatives seeking information, disguising your true purpose with laughter and casual conversation. The dynamic between you and Zemo, however, took an unexpected turn when he subtly, yet unmistakably, became more protective.

It started with a subtle touch. A guiding hand on the small of your back, perhaps meant to be an innocently protective gesture as you weaved through the dance floor. Zemo's watchful eyes never strayed far from you, his awareness heightened as he assessed every face in the crowd. The intensity of his gaze, at times, felt like a shield guarding you from unseen threats.

As you engaged in conversations with potential sources, Zemo's protective instincts became more apparent. He positioned himself strategically, subtly creating a barrier between you and the rest of the party. His actions spoke louder than any words could. It was a silent declaration of his commitment to ensuring your safety in this dangerous game of espionage.

In one corner of the dimly lit venue, you found yourself engaged in a conversation with a seemingly unassuming partygoer who might have ties to the Flagsmashers. Zemo, ever watchful, stood nearby, his cold, calculating gaze never leaving the interaction. The air crackled with tension as Zemo's demeanor shifted, his protective instincts reaching a new level.

As the conversation progressed, the partygoer's tone grew more assertive, and Zemo's patience wore thin. Without a word, he stepped forward, a silent warning in his eyes. The partygoer, sensing the shift, excused themselves, leaving you alone with Zemo.

"You're attracting the wrong kind of attention," Zemo remarked, his voice low and authoritative. His protective demeanor, while slightly overbearing, carried a genuine concern for your well being. You wanted to be mad, but you truly hadn’t been making any progress with the stranger, so it’s not as if he’d disrupted the mission at hand.

The dance floor pulsed with the rhythm of the music, and Zemo's grip on the situation tightened. With a subtle nod, he guided you toward a quieter corner, away from prying eyes.

"Caution is paramount in these situations," Zemo reminded. His words were unnecessary, as you already knew them to be true, but they also held a note of genuine worry. "The Flagsmashers are not to be underestimated."

You nodded in understanding, knowing this was neither the time nor the place to fight him on the issue. Besides, you appreciated Zemo's commitment to the mission and, oddly enough, to your safety. As the night progressed, you couldn't shake the feeling that Zemo's protective instincts had forged an unspoken connection between you, transcending the confines of the mission.

Finally, you gained some intel in an overheard conversation on the dance floor. Yet, when you made to leave and reunite with Zemo to fill him in, there was one man that would not let you escape so easily. He’d grabbed your wrist and tugged you back. A noise of surprise escaped you and your eyes immediately darted back and forth, searching for Zemo. You knew he wouldn’t be far.

And he wasn’t. You no sooner turned around and there he stood. “I ask that you release your hand from my wife,” he stated. Your brain short circuited. His what? But the threat worked and the hand immediately left your person.

Suddenly, you regained your wits and played along. “Thank you, Helmut,” you replied, making sure your voice was sweet as sugar. You took a step closer to him and he followed your lead, putting his arm around you. You looked at him adoringly, which you found wasn’t all that difficult. Finally, the man left, and Zemo walked you out, keeping you close. You’d done well and you couldn’t have asked for a better partner.

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