𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜.

⠀𝐌𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝. • ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ • ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ • ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ & ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ • ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ɢᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ • ɴᴏɴ-ʟᴇᴡᴅ • ꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ᴡ/ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪꜱᴛʀʏ

"Think I missed that one, think I'm kind of okay with it. I'm a little worried by the amount of -isms that are making their way into mainstream behaviours." A grin that he matches, of course. "Jury'll find you guilty for charming if you keep that up."

"Back to basics kinda three years. Feels like everywhere I look, people are yelling in each others' faces. It's flattering, I'll give it that. I don't feel a day over 98."

"I've been called worse. So much worse."

"Kid? Been a while. I always thought the basic rule of 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 was universal. Now, I make a living cleaning up the messes made by people who wouldn't stop being dicks."

"World doesn't have to be so complicated. Stop being assholes to each other, whole thing gets easier."

It's Friday night and you're over 100 years old. You should be enjoying your retirement, relaxing somewhere nice with a cold beer and no worries. But here you are. Undercover in a foreign nation, spying on their operations to see what it is they're planning. Good job, Barnes.

It's the little things that people don't notice. The way a loud noise leads to a drawn weapon and defensive pose. The way the smell of smoke makes the hair on his neck raise. The way silence can be a bigger discomfort than the noise.

IKEA furniture belongs in a small circle of hell.

"Dunno if that was meant to be funny, but it got a laugh. In an agreeing sorta way."

Hopefully less air strikes.

Diner? Been a while. Place quiet?

I'm ever on the bad side?

The student became the master. Taught him about 𝙣𝙤𝙩 getting hit, too. Those ribs look sore. What does he need help with?