Old faces and new guilt.

I'm holding up. You?

These museums never tell the full story anyway. Usually close, but never enough.

Trip down memory lane?

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍PETER PARKER / SPIDER-MAN. ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍https://guiltrldden.carrd.co ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍

𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵 𝓜𝐚𝐱 𝐄𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐭 𓊖 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐋𝐞𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵 “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶--𝘐 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝘺𝘰𝘶--𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥...”

𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 the ⒷLOOD ⠀ on 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 ⠀ as you slay ⠀ ⠀ an old god.

⠀ ⠀ 𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗲 gave me some 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀, and I realize now that it’s my 𝗱𝘂𝘁𝘆 to 𝘂𝘀𝗲 them. . .  Without 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁. . .  Without 𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. . . And that means 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿-𝗠𝗮𝗻 is going into 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 again! ⠀ ⠀

“I try.” Tight lips give a small smile. “You see I cut my hair again? Just like old times.”

His head would slowly turn to the side, back over his shoulder, pupils in the corners. “Just on a walk. Mind lowering the gun?”

“More or less. You’re alright too, I suppose.”

Both hands are in the air, empty and making no sudden moves— yet. “Trust me, if I was sneaking around, you wouldn’t have known about it.”

“That’s what happens when you feed them— they come back. Same thing goes for me and tea.”

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Got a problem with old people, Barton?

What?

I’m not.

You’re as bad as he is.

You need to stop with the grease thing.

My hair is washed, thanks. And cut.

You’re a bad liar.

“I definitely could. Just wait.”

Where did you come from?

With my luck, I’d be dead within an hour.

His grin can’t help but widen. “I do know you, but I don’t want to bother you.”

Leave the judging for judges. “Oh yeah? I doubt that, but I appreciate the flattery.”

Should we? That really isn’t my style.

It’s not entirely useless, but it can’t swing me around.

Wouldn’t that be nice? All it does is shine.

He could never bring himself to judge her. “It’s always tough and lonely. But I don’t want to bother you with that nonsense.”

Looks fun.

Of all people, she’d be the only intruder he would allow. “Most of the time. Solo operations are easiest— it’s what I’m used to.”

Despite himself, he never could hide himself well with her. “Bit of both. I try to put things together and they end up worse off than before.”

“I’ve heard.” He smirks, looking at her. He’d excuse his intent staring as trying to ‘read her,’ but he’d be lying. “I’m alright. Trying to fix things.”

⠀ ⠀ 〝 from this day FORWARD, #𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙴 OF YOU 𝘢𝘳𝘦 ( ..͟.͟.͟ ) SA̲FE. ׅ⎖ 〞 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #DCRP ⠀

Y͟ou’ve trained yourself ⠀ ⠀to 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. I’ve ⠀ trained myself to 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

“I try my best.” The warmth transfers to the metal, but it never finds him; as much as it was his arm, it wasn’t actually a part of him. Even if he wanted it to be. “You’ve been alright, I hope?”

“If it is, it’s the best dream I’ve ever had.” Metal fingers clasp the mug’s handle, raising it to his lips for a long, soothing sip.