"Where the fack is my Prada bag?" Bucky asked, flipping his hair "I had to use my Versace one and its coral dream, not salmon sparkle!". He strutted over to Steve "Is that my fucking bag?" He demanded "No way bitch" Steve defended "My red bottom heels were stolen! Now I actually have to use decent quality louis Vuitton shoes instead of the iconic hoe heels!" Steve sulked. "SpiderGUuurl!" Bucky shouted. Peter nearly shat himself then and there. He was looking at the angry queens armed with eyeliner and makeup remover "Did you take our shit? Because we do not fucking stan that" Steve said, clapping on every word of the second sentence. "Ugh hoes" Peter rolled his eyes "I didn't steal your shit. My Christian Dior sunglasses were stolen. I thought it was you hoes". Anytime somebody walked in, weaves were flying, tea was spilled and shade was thrown. In short, it was a mess of glitter and Tom Ford ultra shine lip colour on the shade ravenous that retailed for $50 at Selfridges. Or for those who dont know the ways of the avenghoes, hot pink lipstick.
"Hello bitches" Iron queen said, walking in with the lost salmon sparkle Prada bag, red bottom heels, Christian Dior sunglasses and princess Thor's Christian Louboutin Velvet Matte Lip Colour , Bengali which retails for $100. That was how the civil war started. It was all fun and games until the Gucci silk scarf was tainted with cheap perfume instead of Chanel No.5 Parfum Grand Extrait which cost $4862.20. Then the Christian Dior eyeliner was attacked.
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The winter Biatch and Captain YASQUEEN
FanfictionSWEARING A LOT OF IT You know who you are. Crackfic Bucky Barnes, the winter biatch. Master assassin by day, killer drag queen by night. Steve Rogers, Captain YASQUEEN. The saviour of America in the day and the most discreet gay male in the countr...