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“Hey, is that the kind of greeting I get for trying to give you a scratch?” Bucky shook out his hand, the metal still bright and hot from the flames. He picked up a sprig of dried lavender and watched as it turned to glittering ash. “…I guess that works.”

Tony just licked his lips, nuzzling against Bucky’s neck more closely. You’re welcome.

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