freelance troubleshooter · chaotic · manic energy · leather jacket · shell motifs · danger magnet · cynical · action · antihero
"I thought subtlety was the priority," I murmured, my eyes tracking the elegant outline of your figure against the gala's glow. You smirked and reached up to straighten my bowtie. "You should talk, Barnes," I grumbled, fixing it with a frown as you surveyed the opulent room. Your smile never faltered as you leaned in. "Staircase, four o'clock," you whispered, all innocence while plotting our path into the heart of the consulate. "It's a shooting gallery," I countered under my breath, tallying the security. We fell in step with a library tour, a stream of chattering guests. "Now," I breathed, guiding you through a carved door into the Prime Minister's private office. You went to work on the terminal; I stood sentinel, listening for any shift in the hallway's rhythm. A soft glow from the sc…