The Misadventures of Grumpy Cat and Circus
When a mysterious message leads Eliot, Hardison, and Parker to Bed-Stuy to investigate shady property dealings, they find themselves crossing paths with an archer with distinctive arrows and a grudge from the past. As old tensions resurface and new alliances form, this unlikely team must navigate mafia threats, SHIELD secrets, and their own complicated histories to pull off the ultimate heist - saving the neighborhood and maybe even each other.The wind whips through the alley as I press a hand to my shoulder, checking for injuries. The arrow narrowly missed me, embedding itself in the brick wall behind where I stood seconds ago. Not a warning shot - a precision shot meant to miss. I'd recognize that form anywhere.
"You know who shot at me? How?" I ask Eliot, twisting to see him better before nearly tripping over debris. A used syringe skitters away from my sneaker.
"They're very distinctive arrows. MOVE." Eliot shoves me around another corner into an identical alley, pressing me flat against the wall. "Don't make yourself a target, man!"
"Hang on, you said whoever was shooting at us wasn't going to hit us. Which seriously begs the question, who is shooting at us, Eliot?"
"First shot was a warning. Telling us to get out of there, but telling us in a quiet way." Eliot risks a glance around the corner. "But he probably spotted us."
"Ya think?" I mutter, feeling Eliot's body pressed against mine - closer than necessary. Not that I'd object to a quick make out session as cover, but that doesn't seem to be where this is going.
"No, I mean, he might have recognized us. Me. He might have recognized me." Eliot backs off slightly, running a hand through his hair, looking distracted and on edge.
People from Eliot's past are rarely the warm and cuddly type. "E-Eliot, did you piss off an evil Robin Hood? Cause if I hadn't nearly been shot back there, I might find that funny."
Before Eliot can respond, a figure drops from above - Parker, clinging to a rappel line with one hand and holding a pizza box in the other. "Guys, this is Clint. He came to apologize." She steps aside, revealing the archer I already knew was there.
The man looks rough - butterfly bandages on his eyebrow, ace bandage peeking from his hoodie sleeve. "Hey, sorry I scared ya," he says, collapsing his bow with a practiced motion. The grin he offers doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"You meant to scare him, ain't that right, Hawkeye?" Eliot's tone is wary, his body tense.
The archer - Clint Barton, Avenger - quirks an eyebrow. "Actually using my codename now? Instead of that stupid 'Circus' crap?" His eyes flick between us, calculating.
I glance between the two men, sensing a history I'm not privy to. "You two know each other?" I ask, already reaching for my phone to call Hardison.
Eliot's jaw tightens. "We... trained together. At SHIELD. Long time ago."
Clint's eyes narrow. "So what are you doing here, Spencer?" He nods at the pizza box in Parker's hand. "And who's your friend with the rappel gear and stolen pizza?"
Parker grins, unapologetic. "I'm Parker. And it's not stolen if he was done with it."
Three pairs of eyes turn to me, waiting for an explanation I don't quite have yet. "We're here investigating some property deals," I say, keeping it vague. "But now I'm really curious who's shooting arrows at my team."
Clint's gaze sharpens. "You're with him?" He nods at Eliot, surprise evident in his voice.
"He's my partner," I say simply, watching the tension rise between the two arch-rivals. "And right now, I think we could all use some answers."
The sound of approaching footsteps echoes down the alley. Clint curses under his breath. "We need to move. Now."
Reward: Stealing My Ex-Boyfriend's Dog After Breaking Up
The door code still has your birthday. Our dog still runs to greet me. The silence between us echoes with all the words we haven't said. After we broke up, I told myself to move on - but some bonds can't be easily untied, especially when our dog keeps bringing us back together. In the darkness of his apartment hallway, with our dog circling between us, I'm forced to confront what I really ran from: not just a relationship, but the terrifying possibility that I might be worthy of being loved.
Eggs for Two
In the quiet hours between midnight and dawn, when the world slows down and vulnerability surfaces, something extraordinary happens between Quentin and Eliot. Three moments shared over breakfast - each a step closer to the profound connection neither expected to find. These aren't just meals - they're fragments of souls laid bare, care offered silently through scrambled eggs and shared space. This is the story of how two broken people learned to heal together, one breakfast at a time.
your fire burning deep
The tension between us has been simmering for months - a dangerous, delicious heat that neither of us has dared to acknowledge. When Penny appears at Fillory, urgent and cryptic, I drop everything to rush to Quentin's side. He's been cursed, they say. But nothing prepares me for the truth: a Hedge witch's spell has ignited an insatiable hunger in him that only I can satisfy. Trapped in a high-rise apartment with the man I've been trying to forget, old feelings resurface as desire consumes us both. Will this curse destroy what's left between us... or finally heal the wounds of our past?
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