melted away like i was free

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melted away like i was free
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steve can't help but pick fights to help the little guy, despite clint's adamant protests (although nat secretly cheers for him on the symbolic sidelines). the three of them are inseparable and weird, not unbeknownst to them. bucky immserses himself in his schoolwork and forgets about the outside world, even when sam forces him to go out. the two of them have a friendship like no other. they meet- well, sorta. you'll see. it's a classic love story after all, isn't it?
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the title is a line from a Marina and the Diamonds song called "Happy," which goes: "it felt so sweet, it felt so strong. it made me feel like I belonged. and all the sadness inside me, melted away like I was free." hINT HINT THIS IS GONNA BE A FLUFFY FIC SO ENJOY
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when roommates became wingmen

When Steve Grant Rogers, freshman in college and really tall, walked into his new dorm, his new roommate was sitting on an empty mattress, munching on some chips and balancing an arrow on his finger.

"Um-"

"Hey there," the stranger says, and lets the arrow fall on his lap.

"What is-"

"Clint Barton, nice to meet you," Clint Barton smiles and points the bag toward Steve. "Chips?"

"Oh, um- I guess- sure," Steve stutters, and walks toward his new roommate and puts his hand in the bag. "Steve Rogers, nice to meet you."

"Dude, you're huge," Clint comments with a smile and laughs. "We're totally gonna go and hit up some girls, you'll be my wingman."

"Wingman? You're gonna need much more than a wingman, even if he looks like that."

Steve heard the voice before he saw the person, and a hand was on his shoulder. A head full of red hair and a sultry face appeared before him. "Natasha Romanoff, nice to meet you- sort of."

"Nat, just because you want me and can't have me, don't mean everyone else doesn't want me," Clint says with a wink.

Nat plops down next to Clint and grabs the bag of chips from his hand and starts munching. Steve just stands there, looking at them.

"So, Steve, who are you?" Nat asks, and bites a chip.

"I'm Steve?"

"Yeah, no shit I knew that, but-"

"Nat, let's not scare him off, we got lucky that he's not some serial killer," Clint says, and grabs the bag of chips back.

Steve, tentatively watching the two of them, decides that maybe they weren't so bad. "How do you know I'm not a serial killer?"

Clint pauses for a moment. "Touché."

"Although, I would think someone who looks like you wouldn't need to kill someone to get what they want," Nat says and gets up and saunters toward Steve. "I mean," she puts her hand on his bicep, "look at these muscles, you can make God cry with them."

"Naaaat, stop scaring off my roommate!" Clint whines, and Nat smiles.

"I'm not scaring you, am I?" Nat asks, and Steve shrugs. "See, Barton? I'm not scary I told you!"

"Well, I mean you're scary, but I'm not being scared off," Steve admits, and Clint laughs.

"Hah! I like this one, let's keep him," Clint says with a smile, and Nat rolls her eyes.

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