12 characters meme drabbles: Neal Caffrey & Eliot Spencer, Bucky Barnes & Eliot Spencer,
18. Neal Caffrey and Eliot Spencer are bitter rivals. What made them rivals? For embroiderama.
It was friendly competition when Neal stole the Dagger of Alacon before Eliot could retrieve it. He had Neal cornered on the roof, but Neal (naturally) had a grapping hook set up so he could swing 800 feet to another building.
And it was just business when Eliot got to the jeweled vase of Seville by punching out the guards before Neal could charm his way in as a restorer.
But when it came time to back their best friends up, when Mozzie and Parker decided to bet over who could steal more from Fort Knox, well… it was on.
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3. Eliot Spencer has a phobia that involves Bucky Barnes. What is the phobia?
No matter how good you are, someday you’re going to meet someone better.
Eliot knows this. He remembers it when he drags himself out of bed to practice after an hour of sleep, limbs still screaming from the bruising the night before, when he chooses 1000 pull ups over a nice hot coffee on a rainy day.
He’s heard stories. Of a man, strong enough, fast enough, sharp enough, to throw Eliot over the side of a building as if he were crumpled paper, thrashing in the wind.
Nobody’s beaten Eliot yet. But somebody can.
Eliot remembers. He keeps training.
It was friendly competition when Neal stole the Dagger of Alacon before Eliot could retrieve it. He had Neal cornered on the roof, but Neal (naturally) had a grapping hook set up so he could swing 800 feet to another building.
And it was just business when Eliot got to the jeweled vase of Seville by punching out the guards before Neal could charm his way in as a restorer.
But when it came time to back their best friends up, when Mozzie and Parker decided to bet over who could steal more from Fort Knox, well… it was on.
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3. Eliot Spencer has a phobia that involves Bucky Barnes. What is the phobia?
No matter how good you are, someday you’re going to meet someone better.
Eliot knows this. He remembers it when he drags himself out of bed to practice after an hour of sleep, limbs still screaming from the bruising the night before, when he chooses 1000 pull ups over a nice hot coffee on a rainy day.
He’s heard stories. Of a man, strong enough, fast enough, sharp enough, to throw Eliot over the side of a building as if he were crumpled paper, thrashing in the wind.
Nobody’s beaten Eliot yet. But somebody can.
Eliot remembers. He keeps training.