"You're an ass, Poe Dameron," she ground out, accompanying each word with a harsh jab to his chest. He blinked at her, too stunned to do much else, as his mouth gaped open and closed several times before his voice found its way out of his throat. "I'm sure you're right…but what did I do this time?"

"Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart." ― Haruki Murakami *Rated for language

Dropping the piece of watermelon back into the bowl while ignoring Mother Hen's protests, Evie locked eyes with the assassin for the first time that night. "I trust him." Despite hours of retching, her voice never faltered. Nat's eyes bored back into hers, a flicker of a different, softer emotion passing briefly through the flames before she spoke. "That's what I'm afraid of.

Tony incurs the wrath of his protégé. Lucky for him, he has a secret weapon. After all, a little bit of nostalgia is good for the soul.

She knew he was there before he knocked. It had become a habit, when the reality of war became too real, too close, and the loneliness of quiet, cold nights set in. In a few hours he would wake, placing a kiss to each of her closed eyelids before sneaking out into the quiet halls to beat the bustle of every day activity. But in these quite hours of darkness, he was hers.

Just a quick, lighthearted one-shot set after the events of V-Day in a world where Harry didn't die. Eggsy and Roxy get their first taste of being a Kingsman when there isn't a world to save. Hints of Merlin/OC.