The sound of the jet landing had you sprinting through the corridors and out to the landing pad. It had been two weeks since you had last seen him and when he had left it had been in the middle of a heated argument. You had said things you didn’t mean, horrible, terrible things that he might never be able to forgive. He had thrown insults back but you knew you had cut him deep. That man was your best friend, meant more to you than anyone you had ever met but he knew exactly how to push your buttons. You had watched him leave and then spent fourteen long days going from anger to guilt to worry back to a righteous outrage and certainty you had been right before settling on just desperation to see him and make sure he is alright.
Crashing through the final door you raced towards the tired, dishevelled bunch that were exiting the jet. His shirt was undone, nearly causing you to stop simply to admire his muscle definition, and as soon as he saw you racing past Nat and Steve he grinned. Pulling you into his arms, your hands came up and gripped his hair, lips meeting in a passionate greeting that betrayed your true feelings for each other. Breaking away you pushed him back. “I’m still mad at you Barnes.” you say weakly.
“No you’re not.” he smirks and pulls you back into his embrace.