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t1red-twilight · 3 months ago

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hold me close

content/warnings: gn!reader, fluff, cuddling, no plot oops, avengers tower new era, probably spelling mistakes (i’m falling asleep)

wc: 2k

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the rest of the team had left about twenty minutes ago to go on a mission. you hadn’t really caught onto why they were leaving, but currently you couldn’t find it in yourself to care that much. to be honest, it just sounded like: “blah, blah, blah, guns, blah, blah, blah, the power of friendship.“

bob, of course, stayed behind. and while you were always upset that he couldn’t join the team on these important missions, currently you were enjoying spending time alone with him. somehow, someway, when he was alone he was even softer and gentler than he was regularly.

plus, it helped to have a alone time with him. especially when the two of you weren’t quite ready to tell the team that you were, well, together. you knew that they wouldn’t mind. not at all, in fact. there was already some teasing on a regular basis.

but the both of you reveled in the privacy, for as long as you had it. eventually, you would tell the rest of the team. but right now, this felt perfect.

as for why you were staying behind, it was because you had gotten injured on the last mission. you had gotten shot through your abdomen, and while you insisted that you were perfectly fine the rest of the team insisted that you stay behind.

you remembered bob’s reaction when you had to came back from that mission. you had been stitched up at that point, but that did not stop him from panicking. his breath had quickened in pace, and his hands were shaking violently. it took you, yelena and ava to calm him down.

ever since then, he had been even gentler with you than before, and you hadn’t even considered that physically possible. you reassured him daily that the pain medication was working, and just him being around was medication in and of itself.

when you had told bob that you were staying behind on this one, you could tell that he was definitely upset about your injury. but, there was an underlying feeling that you both caught onto. you staying behind meant that you could have more alone time together without having to hide. his small, giddy smile, never got old.

so, the team had left quite a few minutes ago. you and bob waited just in case alexei or john had left something behind and needed to double back. after enough time it passed, you could finally be as close to him as he wanted to be.

you laid down on the couch. the plush of the couch caressed your back and provided comfort that you needed for what remained of your injury. you were fine, you swore. no one seemed to believe you, though. after some negotiating, you had successfully convinced bob to lay on top of you. if anything, the pressure on what was left of your wound was quite comforting and provided relief.

some rerun ran in the background. all you could focus on was bob’s soft breathing that brushed against your collarbone. you ran your fingers through his hair. you always found yourself able to relax when you were around him. you hoped and prayed that it was the same for him too. you knew he wasn’t asleep, just retreating into a relieved, calm state.

his arms were encircled around your waist, and you would’ve asked him if his blood circulation was being cut off, and he had casually and honestly told you that no, they weren’t, and he didn’t really care.

you felt bob inhale deeply. you were sure that if you looked at him, you could see him smiling widely. “this is always my favorite.“ he inhaled deeply again, “being with you. it’s the best part of my day.“

your thumb began to caress his cheek. “i don’t know what i would do without this. you’re always able to ground me.“

he craned his neck up to look at you. this time, you could see his smile in all its glory. “mhm. i agree completely. not in a way that i want you to think that i need you around constantly – i don’t want you to ever feel like you’re obligated to –“

you chuckled slightly and cut yourself off quickly. “you could never make me feel like that, bob. i wouldn’t want to be around you so much if i didn’t like you. you’re one of my favorite people on this planet.” you paused for a moment, then continued. “perhaps in this galaxy and every single multiverse. i’m never gonna leave unless you want me to.“ you matched his smile.

bob’s eyes softened. the slight tension in his jaw released; you caught onto the fact that he clenched his jaw often, and ground his teeth in his sleep. (not that you snuck into his room, and vice versa, and left before anyone could find out. never. there was also, never, any sort of pleading that either of you should stay longer. of course not.)

bob returned his head down on your collarbone again. his hand on your waist, dragged up to your upper back. you leaned down and kiss the crown of his head. you could’ve sworn that you felt slight shiver up his spine. you hoped that the effect that you had on each other would never lessen. you knew for a fact that his effect on you would never lighten.

all your partners before bob had not treated you in the nicest way, and occasionally his kindness and softness surprised you. bob nuzzled his nose into the spot where your neck met your collarbone. you could’ve sworn that you felt him smell you, but honest to god, you didn’t mind. after all, bob always smelled nice to you. it was flattering that it seemed that he felt the same for you.

“are you enjoying the show?” bob murmured it into your neck. the vibrations from his voice sent shivers through your body, and you tried to suppress them. he still had an effect on you, and you were trying to get used to not hiding that despite your embarrassment. the embarrassment just stemmed from a place of being embarrassed of liking him as much as you did. you had never liked someone like you had him.

you chuckled mischievously. “i’m not really watching it, to be honest.“

bob laughed with you. “yeah, me neither. i’m just too lost in how comfortable you are.“ you laughed again, louder this time. you pulled his head closer to you and kiss his forehead this time.

bob responded by pulling you closer to him as well. you traced circles on his neck with your fingertips. you sighed contentedly, it was so easy to get “lost“ (to match his phrasing). he was just so perfect for you. he understood you when you were hurting, and so did you for him.

when you first started your rendezvous, you hadn’t expected him to be so touchy. but the more time you had with him, the more you realized that physical touch was something that he longed for. you didn’t like to think how much of that he had denied himself, or that he had been denied.

and while you weren’t super fond of physical touch from other people, you craved it so very deep deeply from him. he would kill a man just for one hug from him, as dramatic as that was.

bob was just teddy bear heart. a large teddy bear, and a traumatized teddy bear, but neither of those bothered you. you’d give him all the reassurance and comfort that he needed because he returned that when you needed it.

“how long do you think it will take for them to get back?” you whispered, teetering the edge between being awake and falling asleep.

bob tried before responding. “i don’t know. i just hope it takes a while.” you snorted.

you bit your lip as you held back a smile. “so you want them to struggle? do you want them to be in danger?” you stated with sarcasm saturating every word.

bob looked up again, meeting your eye line. “what? of course, not. i just want to have as much time with you as I can.” his watery blue eyes looked at you with confusion. you couldn’t really tell if he was also being sarcastic or not.

you laughed at his response. “i’m just joking, honey. i knew that’s not what you meant. in the least sadistic way possible, i hope there’s just a tinier bit of trouble more than usual. just so i can have a little more time with you.”

you tucked his head back down again. “i figured.” after a few moments he spoke up again. “should we turn off the tv? we’re not really watching it.” his voice was dropping in decibels, sleep clouding his words.

you shrugged. “i don’t really mind if it’s on or off. if you want it off, we can turn it off though.” he mirrored you by shrugging again. neither of you had really watched the movie.

his breath began to slow, and he once again pulled you tighter to him. “eh, i don’t really care.“ he placed a kiss along the column of your throat, and grinned when he felt you shiver.

you reached to your side to grab the remote off of the coffee table. at this action, bob grunted in faux annoyance. you smiled lovingly and shut off the tv. then, you settled back in and wrapped your arms around him. one of your hands was on his upper back and the other was on the back of his head.

in the back of your mind, you knew that it wasn’t a good idea to be falling asleep on the couch. however, you didn’t really care in the moment. bob was just holding you so closely that you couldn’t focus on what was best, considering your secret arrangement.

you noticed the chill of the room. some part of you wondered if he had lowered the temperature right before the team had left so that when the time came, he would have some excuse to be close to you. you had caught him doing this before. but you didn’t mind; it was kind of cute.

it didn’t take long until sleep overcame you despite you best efforts. bob always fell asleep before you did, and at some point he had mentioned that falling asleep was easier with you around. you too felt more comfortable around him than you did alone.

you awoke to the sound of a shutter noise, coming from above you. “shit!” someone, probably ava, hoarsely whispered. “why isn’t your phone on silent?” her tone was filled with vitriol.

“what do you mean silent?“ another voice whisper-yelled. bucky, maybe? “i don’t know what that means. i only have this phone because you and yelena made me get it.” yep. definitely bucky.

your eyes opened just a crack. there was the team, coated in dirt and grime, and hovering above you. bucky’s phone was directly in front of his face, akin to how an old man would be holding his phone. well, that is technically what he was.

you shook bob awake. “bob, we have an audience.” he shook the sleep off, and pulled an arm out from underneath you to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

“huh?” bob looked around at your crowd. “oh. damn. i guess we don’t have to tell them now.” he looked back down at you, and he didn’t seem all that upset. and frankly, neither were you.

alexei yelled, making you flinch at the noise. “what do you mean tell us? have you been banging behind our backs? how long?”

you looked at him and confusion. “first of all, no one says ‘banging’ anymore. second of all, this is exactly why we didn’t tell you in the first place.“ while you were being honest, you made an effort to sound not too serious. bob was right though, at least now you didn’t have to sit them down and tell them.

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t1red-twilight · 3 months ago

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the void

content/warnings: gn!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, ptsd, dissociation, self hatred

wc: 1.1k

masterlist r. r. masterlist

“bob?” you called out. the room you stepped into looked to be a repurposed attic of sorts. it seemed there were toys in the room, this was definitely a childhood memory of some kind.

the void had made you remember things you did not want to, things you had pushed down so deep you couldn’t recall the exact details. throughout it all, you could only think of one thing: where was bob? was he alright? what was happening in new york was definitely not him, that was for sure.

there he was, sitting with crossed legs fiddling with something in his hands. “bob?” you said, quieter this time. his eyes flicked over to you and then back to whatever was in his hands. when he didn’t say anything, you sat beside him. “is-is everything okay?”

he looked forward at the wall in front of him, a far-away look in his eyes. if you looked back down at his hands, you could see them shaking. you weren’t sure if physical contact would help him or not, so you kept your distance. “bob?” you repeated.

bob inhaled, and then you heard it. yelling was coming from beneath you. if you maneuvered yourself you could see between the floorboards, and there he was. a little boy, with the same watery eyes and distant expression as the man in front of you.

when you looked back up at him, you could see his lips moving just so. his lips matched with the shouts from below. “just wait a second,” bob mumbled. “it’ll be over in a second.” his eyelashes fluttered as he relived the moment.

bob’s eyes became glassy for a few moments, but he blinked a few times and then it was gone. he turned to look at you, but he didn’t say anything. you sat in silence, just waiting until the air felt a little less dense.

you looked him over, his shoulders were hunched over, his jaw tense. you tried to meet his gaze, but to no avail. he began to fiddle with his fingers. the more the silence prolonged, the more bob curled in on himself.

“bob?” you repeated once again. your voice was hushed, you were scared of alarming him or making the situation worse. you set your hand palm-up, on the top of your leg. you wiggled your fingers ever so slightly.

tentatively, bob set his hand in your own. his hands were shaking almost violently. you laced your fingers together with his, and squeezed his hand a little tighter. “you don’t have to feel bad,” he started, his voice wavering. “this is-it’s, uh-“ he stammered.

bob straightened his spine and a faux smile grew on his face, one that didn’t reach his eyes. that faraway look was still there, almost as if his consciousness had retreated back into his body.

you stroked your thumb against the back of his hand and squeezed it another time. the small point of contact grounded you in the moment; all you could focus on was him.

bob looked up at you, his brow pinched and bottom lip quivering. “i’m sorry, i-“ he gulped. “you don’t want to see this, i-“

you raised your other hand and placed it on his cheek, effectively cutting him off “hey,” you swiped at his cheekbone. “no, don’t apologize. i’m fine, you don’t have to worry about me.”

bob clenched his eyes shut as a tear crawled its way out of his eye. his teeth bit down in his bottom lip rather harshly and his breathing became ragged. your thumb wiped the tear away and you scooted closer to him. “cry, if you want. this is a no-judgement zone.” bob opened his eyes and a sob wracked through his body.

he leaned into your touch. his shoulders shook as he cried. in this moment you saw a side of him that you hadn’t seen much of previously; right now he just looked like a scared child who hadn’t been provided safety.

“do you want a hug?” you said quietly. “if you don’t, that’s fine too.” you attempted a comforting smile but you were unsure if that was the effect it was giving.

bob nodded against your palm. you moved your position as to make it more comfortable for yourself, and you let go of his hand and his face. the loss of contact wasn’t for long, because as soon as you were apart, he was diving back into you.

his head tucked into your shoulder and his arms encircled you as much as they could. he pulled himself closer to you, and you could feel his shoulders beginning to shake again.

one of your hands trailed up to his neck and ran though the hair there, and the other sat on his mid-back. you set your cheek against the top of his head. every couple of seconds he would cry a little harder and pull you a little closer, but you didn’t dare let go. you couldn’t find it in yourself to want to let go, even if you could.

“i thought that this would make me better, but it just made me worse.” his voice shook and broke as he spoke. “you should’ve left me behind. you should’ve just left, if i wasn’t here, then-“

you pulled away slightly, just so you could look at him. “what? no. why would we have ever left you? despite everything you think about, you still deserve a shot. that’s not you out there. why would you say that?” bob didn’t respond. your hand on his neck began carding through his hair again.

he opened his mouth to speak and closed it. his shoulders went up in a shrugging motion and he shook his head. “bob, you can’t deal with this on your own. you don’t have to if you don’t want to, i’m here if you want me to be.” bob had closed his eyes tightly again, his face screwing up in a painful expression.

“i hate remembering everything. i forget so much, but i never can seem to forget this. i can never forget the bad things.” he topped his head forward and one of his palms rubbed against his eye socket.

“and then it feels like you’re neck-deep in all the bad. like you’re drowning and don’t know how to swim,” you weren’t good at this, at comforting people. you just hoped that you didn’t sound condescending or anything like that. but, you did have some experience with what he was talking about. “brains have a funny way of reminding us about everything that sucks, huh?”

a small smile found its way to his lips. bob inhaled for a few seconds and exhaled for a few. when he opened his eyes, this time it looked like he was actually in front of you for the first time. “thank you for not leaving me,” he whispered hoarsely.

you nodded before you spoke. “of course. i don’t leave important people behind.”

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