|| sorry dae. that was extremely random. and 9 months late.

Would a cup of coffee help?

Noted. There's a soft knock at the door, a steaming cup of coffee accompanied by a tired soldier behind it.

A hand runs through dirty blond hair, blue eyes closed.

There's a quiet knock on 𝑫𝑹. 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑺𝑶𝑵.'s door.

[Text to: BARNES.] Meet me at the gym?

|| all of my newer mentions have disappeared. the earliest one i have is from 2022. i know some people have @ me here since then. christ.

The perfect way to spend a day.

Remember what you tell me almost every time we meet. Everyone deserves a break.

Ah. I see. Well-- I can't exactly argue with that now can I.

I might still try.

Wrapping his knuckles as he stares at a punching bag absentmindedly.

i couldn’t save you then, so let me save you now.

He's shivering in his sleep. A hand curls into a fist around the edge of his blanket, the lines on his face deepening.