…wait. Does this make me a handler now?

|| Rough day, rough week.

Bought bagels for everyone. Okay, for his kids. And no, Mel, he isn’t trying to cook again.

Feels like he and 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑-𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 ✶ would get along. Minus drinking each other’s coffee stashes.

i make coffee. i pretend i'm in love with the idea of being alive. i make a point not to stare at the knives sitting on the counter top by the stove.

When Fury calls, you know it’s gonna be a wild ride.

|| Forever asserting that my Clint is respectful to women. Not like some comic iterations. So if we ship, prepare to have a man be completely head over heels, would fight the earth for your muse.

Cracks knuckles. Ready to back up @AmIWorthThis when he takes on that reporter.

Have we checked that another blip didn’t happen?

Better stop checking then.

Bucky’s a weird one. Solidarity, fellow traumatized person.

Standing a good way out of the way to avoid setting the stove on fire just by being too close.

This is a no clown zone. Really. I won’t hesitate.

|| Must sleep. Goodnight, all!

Firing arrow after arrow into a target. Movements mechanical and practiced. His heart isn’t in it today.

Good to have Natasha Romanoff back.

Obviously B. I’d know. I worked there.

“This is why I don’t go to therapy. Violence away, Wanda.”

“Hey if they send you to prison, I’ll bust you out. Westview wasn’t your fault.” Grief makes people do odd things. Besides, he’s made a habit of never judging how people react to life’s cruelties. Would only be hypocritical of him now, anyway.