Valentina Barnes

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Taking a deep breath, Val knocks rapidly on the door she was told she would find @MACHlNATOR behind, her ICER in her back. This wasn’t exactly how she wanted to spend her birthday, but it had to be done, and she wasn’t one to waste time or put things off.

Yet another thing Val is thankful for. “Bucky’s my everything. I wouldn’t be here without him.” Mostly because The Soldier personality would have murdered her... “It’s fine, really~. I was just heading home. I have time.”

She won’t voice it, but Valentina is VERY grateful for that. And suddenly, her voice turns slightly cold, but not /at/ Daisy. “I used to have horrible paranoia about it. My husband was the only one who could calm me down when I would start to panic.”

Well . . . at least this one let her hand go, and isn’t literally screaming. “You’d think it would get easier with time, but it really doesn’t.” Sipping her coffee, Val shook her head slightly. “But it’s not /all/ horrible, at least.”

As she shook her hand, the undeniable flash of recognition appeared in her eyes, and a low sigh was quick to follow barely beneath her breath. She missed the quiet days. “Valentina Barnes, though you might know me as Sergeant Star.” She /still/ hates that name.

“Briefings are important.” Holding her free hand out, she smiles at the other woman. She just hopes she doesn’t recognize her name— “Valentina Barnes.”

“That’s the difference between us. I’m usually the one forcing others to put their phones down, especially Bucky.” And he forces her to put her BOOK down, but this isn’t about her—

A soft chuckle leaves her, head shaking as she shifts her weight. “I wish we had that problem back at base. I’m used to people nearly running into me because they’re on the phone.” Specifically Pietro.

/Thankfully/ (for both women), her years of training keep her from spilling coffee over them both. That’s all it would take to ruin her day. “Its fine.” Smiling gently at her, the redhead tilted her head slightly, a brow raising. “Are you hurrying somewhere?”

Catch her walking down a side street with her favorite coffee in her hand and a bag with her new book hanging from her wrist. Her birthday is off to a great start already~.

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Don’t mind her. She’s just going to FINALLY work on the paperwork she meant to do the previous day before Bucky...’distracted’ her.

+ The worst part of being married for so long: He knows all her weaknesses. “...Fine, but /you’re/ going to be the one to tell Nat and Tony. I’m not explaining this one...” xitter.gq/endofthcline/status/99…

She can easily see where this is going, and suddenly, she’s even more glad she keeps their office tidy. A light groan falls from her lips, head tipped back with a sharp inhale that goes hand-in-hand with the light scrape her nails do at his hair following shortly after. + xitter.gq/endofthcline/status/99…