He had been on a mission in Europe for quite a while now, for almost half a month and these usually meant bad news. Either it got complicated or he was in danger. You tried hard to keep the thought away from your mind but every time it was the same; you knew he was good at what he did, he was the best indeed and he had a very supporting group with him (Captain America was there, he was like a one man army) but you couldn’t help but to fear for his life. It was like dating a Marine, you never knew if he was going to come back home at the end of the day.