…You know what I want? I want the fic where they are all spies, but they are not on a spy heist. They are on their polyamorous, tropical, we-only-take-a-break-once-in-a-blue-moon honeymoon. Their mission: relax on beaches in progressively smaller swimsuits and drink lots of things with coconut in them while sending Sam snapchats that make him want to ball his eyes out in jealousy. But then there’s a villain, and a crisis, and they wind up saving the world anyway. While bitching about it, Steve most of all, but Bucky most genuinely.
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