Grumbles as he shakes the cobwebs out his sleep-riddled brain. “Man.. how long was I out.. and where’s my coffee? It’s like a walking dead pilot episode here.”

“Oh. Well there’s /my/ Nat..”

“Let’s not play shocked.. not with all we have behind us, let alone in front of us.”

He followed suit, taking a step to bridge the gap between the two of them. “I’d hope not.. can’t have you in all shock and awe over something so simple.”

“Nothing like a warm welcome..”

“Sorry, not sorry fellas. Once you go Barton nothing else will do.” x.com/disguisedwidow…

“The reunion years in the making.” x.com/disguisedwidow…

“Fancy French.. well Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir.. so there.” x.com/disguisedwidow…

“I dunno what that actually means. I just really like that Lady Marmalade song.”

Blank stare. Blinks a few times. “.. we we.” x.com/disguisedwidow…

“You don’t even know the power of a kiss until it’s with that one person that makes you whole..” #NationalKissingDay

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"Report? Going to find something to shoot a /lot/ of arrows at." pic.x.com/iPIl9RK21O