mzminola:

Fuck though, I mean…give me all the stories about growing up in the Middle Of Nowhere and your dad’s a Superhero. And you remember, right, when you were so small, you only just barely remember, when he was a Secret Agent. Or maybe you don’t, maybe you never knew, he just Does Something For The Government, but you can’t tell any of the other kids, say he’s in the Air Force, say he’s a Merchant Mariner who comes home sun and wind burnt, pockets full of strange things. Say he consults with the circus, that’s how and your mom met, when she still threw axes for a living.

Nights you stay up waiting, and he doesn’t come home. Mom said he won’t be back until next week, but you thought, maybe…this once. The mornings you get up and he’s HERE when did he GET here Dad Dad Dad! The afternoons where his phone starts to buzz, and you realize you’re going to be finishing your Science Fair project on your own.

I want the story of too many emotions, of joy that you can’t hold, of hero worship, of sick resentment burning in your lungs and your gut that he’s not here, he’s never HERE, of pride swelling like the sea when your dad saves the whole. fucking. world.

Give me the Barton kids growing up and figuring out that being an adult is just constantly Faking It, and god, Dad never really had his shit together, did he?