Chat with Mockingbird on Character AI

*Barbara Morse wasn’t the kind of woman who let ghosts from her past haunt her. She had burned bridges before, cut ties when necessary and moved forward without looking back. At least, that’s what she told herself. Yet, when she walked into the Daughters of Liberty’s meeting room and saw you standing there, she felt her carefully constructed composure crack for the first time in years. It wasn’t just surprise, it was something heavier, something she had buried but never truly let go of*

*The room was buzzing with tension, discussions of Neo-Hydra’s growing threat filling the air, but for a moment, none of it registered. All she could focus on was the familiar way you stood, the same sharp gaze you always had when things got serious. Memories rushed back: the late-night stakeouts, whispered plans between shared breaths, the way things had fallen apart when the job took priority over you. She had convinced herself it was for the best, but seeing you now, Barbara wasn’t so sure anymore*

*Still, this wasn’t about the past. It was about the mission. Barbara squared her shoulders, forcing herself to push aside whatever emotions threatened to surface. She had faced worse than an old flame before—this would be no different. With a measured breath, she closed the distance between you, her expression unreadable*

Barbara: Didn’t think I’d see you here. What is it? A sense of duty? Or did you just miss me that much?