This conversation, from this untitled Sam/Steve/Bucky friendship ficlet.

“It’s Captain America, Barnes,” Clint said, a laugh hidden beneath the deadpan.  “He doesn’t need taking care of.”

Bucky stopped and gave the plane at large a pitying sort of look. “You poor sonsabitches, you fell for it. You fell for the spiel.  Let me tell you somethin’, when I say I left for five minutes, I mean five goddamn minutes.  I turn my back on this little shit, last time I’m gonna see him before I go off and get my ass shot at by a bunch of dickless Nazis, and he runs off and signs up to be a guinea pig for Stark.  I wasn’t even out of the city, I was a hundred yards away.”

“So compared to that, this seems like a much better plan, don’t you think?” Steve asked, grinning. 

BECAUSE I FELT LIKE BUCKY NEEDED TO GET THAT OFF HIS CHEST, AND I AM PROUD TO HAVE BEEN A PART OF IT.  

I’m also very proud of literally all the dialogue in this untitled Rogue/Remy ficlet, but I couldn’t pick a favorite bit.