It would be so much easier if it was just friendship. But not when Barnes almost collapsed when you were around her, and she blamed herself for it because you were a woman.

Your sadistic smile at her, your damn eyebrows furrowed pretending to be smitten and innocent. She wanted to either hit you or kiss you.

She couldn't preach when you were around anymore, it was too much for her; 'So, verse- huh, I... Sorry, can some- can someone help me out here?' Stuttering was already part of it, just feeling your sharp eyes on her.

Now she couldn't be more complete, she needed to be at that youth camp; mean, taking care of the youngest ones seemed like a challenging task.

But what was bothering her the most was not understanding that damn tent's instruction manual, she turned it from one side to the other and didn't understand it!

"Need any help?" She froze at that voice approaching her side, you, always. "Me? No- I can do it, it doesn't seem that hard..." She said with a nervous chuckle.

(She had no idea how to even put the irons on, she definitely needed help).