:(Role) Call Us... Founding Members
Fics featuring foundational pairs/trios(/groups). Often a leader & their second, or a founding member & their immediate successor:
911:
- Hen(rietta) Wilson & Chimney Han
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AtLA/K:
- Katara & Aang
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DP:
- Everlasting Trio
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DC:
- Dick & Jason (& Tim)
(- Dick & the Teen Titans)
(- SuperWonderBat)
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Marvel:
(- (Co-Leaders) Steve Rogers & Tony Stark)
- Tony &(/or) Pepper &(/or) Rhodey
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(The) Magnificent Seven:
- Chris (Larabee) & Buck (Wilmington)
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NCIS/Criminal Minds/Numb3rs/H-50:
- (Partners) Gibbs & Tony
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RR(PJ):
- Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase
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(The) Sentinel:
(- Jim Ellison (&/or Blair) & Simon Banks
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Stargate:
- Jack O'Neill & Sam Carter
(- John Sheppard & Elizabeth Weir/Sam Carter)
- AR-1
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Other:
- 3-A Trio (plus Izuku)
(- Present MidnightHead)
(- Vestiges)
(Closed, Moderated)
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our bones are stiff and brittle (but we'll make it through) by Handy_Peanut
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies)
24 Jun 2021
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The air around him was suffocating.
Tiny particles of dust floated past him, either remnants of the fight they’d just bombed, or the flesh of the fallen - the price of their failure for all to see.
He shifted slightly, and he winced as the blade in his abdomen moved with him. The nanoparticles sealing up his wound weren’t made to last for long periods of time - they were only meant to stave off death until he could get to a hospital, or a half-decent first aid kit. He could only hope that one of the ships had medical supplies on board.
He tried to stand, and tripped, landing on his side which only served to aggravate his wound further. He lay there for a second, panting, then took a deep breath, and went to stand up again.
“He did it.”
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Tony Stark would do absolutely anything to get Peter back. (Including, but not limited to time travel.)
(Was that JARVIS?)
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Mauve-7 Medical Designation by pentapus
Fandom Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics)
20 Apr 2024
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space soul mate nonsense with some hurt comfort. aka my fave.
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This work isn't hosted on the Archive so this blurb might not be complete or accurate.
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"Freeze! Police!"
Dropping the injured man to the pavement, three of the gang raised their hands in surrender, but a fourth ran toward the far end of the alley. Buck pursued the fleeing teen.
Chris' focus on the three remaining juveniles kept him from seeing a fifth, who bashed him from behind with a hefty board. The three that he'd been holding at gunpoint ran, but the blow had stunned him and he was powerless to stop their escape, as his attacker continued the assault. Pointed toes, probably boots, robbed air from his heaving lungs.
The sound of a weapon being fired sent a chill through him, until he realized the feet were no longer attacking, but running away.
"Buck," Chris gasped.
But it wasn't his partner's shadow shielding him from the late afternoon sun. Chris blinked at a ratty pair of sneakers. Allowing his vision to drift upwards, he took in faded and threadbare jeans. He rolled to his side and pushed himself up, continuing his scrutiny. He catalogued a plain white T-shirt, beat up leather jacket, long brown hair and blue eyes.
'Sneakers, not boots.' This wasn't his attacker. Where the hell had he come from?
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In Metropolis, the heart of the city was hope.
It has strong hands, they whispered, and it did. It has a nice smile and a gentle voice, and it smiled and spoke. It cares so much, they said, and so it did, hope a molten metal wrapped around the expectations of thousands of people, breathing life into an unliving concept. Hope had blue eyes and a nice smile and never failed them, always reached them just in the nick of time. And as generations passed, the nebulous edges sharpened with definition—he was always listening, always watching. He helped them when they needed it, from a whispered answer in an exam room to a bullet caught inches away from its target, when they invoked him with the right amount of blind, desperate faith in the unknown—with hope.
In Metropolis, it was hope.
Gotham didn’t have hope. Gotham had something else.
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A Roomba By Any Other Name by maliciouslycreative
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics)
06 Oct 2020
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Dick Grayson may be an adult but right now he needs an adult. An adultier adult. Someone who knows about dishwashers and coupons and Roombas. He’d also prefer if it’s an adult that won’t make too much fun of him. At least not in front of the other adults.
Jason Todd needs a friend. Yah he has friends. Yes, plural. But he can pretty much count them on one hand and he really only sees them when it’s end of the world type stuff. So yah he’d like someone to just binge Netflix with, cook for, and maybe name a Roomba with. He doesn’t even have a Roomba but he’d get one if it meant he didn’t spend every night alone eating microwave burritos.