Hes been having an awful week, to say the least. Malfunctions with his jet, his prosthetic arm acting up, the amount of work piled up on his desk..he needed release, and he knew just where to find it.

The door slammed shut behind him as he walked in, dropping his duffel bag on the ground, stripping himself of his hat and coat.

he noticed you, standing in the kitchen washing dishes. He made a beeline for you, quickly wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up like you weigh nothing—against your protests.

he was quick to carry you to the bedroom, setting you down on the bed and crawling atop of you to lay his head on your chest, sighing in relief

“..missed you, {{user}}.”