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Seeing Red: Chapter Six [Bob Reynolds x Enhanced!reader (F)]

Summary: A spontaneous moment of breaking and entering at the newly-inhabited Watchtower leads to a chance encounter between yourself and a mysterious man named Bob. One touch and he knows your darkest secret, but instead of turning you in, Bob claims you're "one of us". Can the uncontrollable power within you help you find where you truly belong, and along the way, perhaps lead you to the love of your life?

Characters: Bob Reynolds, Female reader (nickname Ember), John Walker, Bucky Barnes, Yelena Belova, Ava Starr, Alexei Shostako, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine (mentioned)

Warnings: child abuse, SA (vague mention), mention of self harm and food insecurity. Drug use. Mental illness. Homelessness. Eventual smut.

Word Count: 5.4k

Song Inspiration: The Red by Chevelle

A/N: I'm excited, y'all!! More deep convos and revelations?? 👀🔥 Could be. Please let me know your thoughts!! I adore you all. ❤️

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Previously:

“Are you really okay?” he asked, searching your face.

Shaking your head slowly, you could feel the heat racing under your skin. “No, I uh…I think the adrenaline and from the spark, I—I need some fresh air.”

Bob’s brow furrowed in concern. “Okay,” he replied, thinking a moment. “How are you with heights?”

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Following Bob into the elevator, you watched as he hit the button that illuminated to show a letter “P” and swiftly you were rising upwards. The doors opened to a cavernous space that looked to still be under construction. Bob hit a button on the wall and a few overhead lights turned on, showing the space a little clearer.

Certain areas were draped in plastic, but one entire wall looked to be a huge television screen with exposed wiring, not yet fully installed. The center area had seating in a circular area, but it looked much less comfortable than the common room downstairs. This looked more…clinical. It reminded you of a cross between an airport lounge and the bridge of the Enterprise ship on Star Trek. There were unmarked buttons near one of the couch ends and part of you wondered what pressing them would do.

Bob led you past all of that to the far side of the room where floor-to-ceiling glass doors slid open to a large platform outside. A cool breeze immediately hit you, thankfully beginning to temper the heat inside you. Carefully stepping forward, you could see an empty helipad and the walkway that led to it. You couldn’t tell how high up you were exactly, but most of what you saw was sky, other than the two taller buildings nearby.

Curiosity got the better of you, stepping gingerly closer to the edge, but you stopped about six feet away. Instead, you got down on your hands and knees and crawled, then laying on your belly to creep to the edge and look down.

“Holy. Shit,” you said in an awed whisper, looking over at Bob, who had copied your actions.

“Yeah,” he said with a grin and you matched it.

You followed the path of ant-sized cars below you until your vision began to swim. Moving back from the edge, you rolled onto your back to stare up at the few stars you still could see with the large amount of light pollution from the city.

Bob did the same, laying down beside you, looking upwards.

“This feels nice. Thank you. I already feel a bit better,” you told him, feeling the cool cement under your back already seeping the heat from you.

“Good. I’m glad.”

Then you remembered something. “Hey, what was that about cucumbers downstairs?”

Bob laughed. “Um…I mean, it’s supposed to confuse your brain and stop a sneeze if it’s at an unfortunate time.”

You scrunched your nose, considering that. “Huh. Well, it definitely confused me, but it also did not stop the sneeze.”

He shrugged. “I’ve had mixed results, too.”

“I might avoid black pepper for the time being, though.”

“Might be wise,” he concurred, offering you a smile.

There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes, until you chose to break it.

“I haven’t been taking the sedatives. What happened was…I should have been able to prevent it.”

You looked over at Bob and he was already watching you, but he remained silent, waiting.

“They do dull my reactions and prevent something like that most of the time. But they also dull…everything else. Makes me feel like I’m in a daze and I…I don’t know, I finally felt safe here and thought if I wasn’t fighting for the basics like food and shelter all the time, I should be able to control it. I also…I just wanted to be able to feel the good things. This time with you…and you know, the whole team here. Mostly. Walker’s still hit or miss.”

Bob chuckled lightly. “He brings that out in everyone.”

You smiled ruefully, letting out a sigh. “I just figured eventually I’d wear out my welcome and go back to the streets. I’ll save the meds for when I need them most. I’d rather not risk more jail time.”

Bob’s hand found yours, gripping it tightly. “I don’t want you to go anywhere. Not unless you choose to,” he confessed and once you dared to meet his gaze, you felt the jolt of intensity in his eyes.

Your eyes stung with tears and you blinked rapidly, still holding his gaze.”Are you sure?” you asked, your words wavering with emotion. “I don’t…I mean, I believe you, but it’s like…there’s a disconnect between finding truth in your words and my being able to accept it. That I still tell myself not to get my hopes up cause I’ve been let down too many times. Every situation has been temporary. I don’t know what certainty looks like.”

You felt the brush of a knuckle against your temple, now realizing that Bob was wiping away tears that had escaped. He had rolled to his side, closer now as his fingertips grazed your jawline.

“I’m scared, too,” he whispered, his own tears shining in his eyes. “I’m scared to get used to seeing you every day because I feel like one day I’ll blink and you’ll be gone. I have a hard time believing you actually want to keep spending time with me cause I always end up alone. I never thought…not in my wildest dreams did I think I’d find someone like you. I keep thinking that the other shoe is going to drop and you’ll be sick of me and my moods and—"

In one swift motion, you rolled toward Bob and stopped his words of doubt with a kiss to his lips, a startled noise escaping him. Quickly, he caught on, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close as your fingers threaded into his brunet strands. Bob deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips until you opened wide to him. He shifted you onto your back without breaking the kiss as you felt the careful weight of him above you. The brush of fingertips on your bare lower back startled you suddenly and you pulled away just a touch, taking in a much needed breath of oxygen.

“I-I’m sorry, I—“ Bob started to roll away, apologetic concern on his handsome features.

“No, don’t!” You stopped him, tugging on the front his shirt until he returned to you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, searching your face for any discomfort.

You smiled, cupping a hand to his cheek. “Yeah. I’m okay, are you? I’m not burning you?”

Bob grinned at your concern. “No, I’m…I’m fine. Better than fine,” he confessed, a blush rising on his face.

You pursed your lips, gathering your courage. “I have to tell you something.”

Brows colliding, Bob settled on one elbow to view you more clearly. “Okay. You can tell me anything.”

Smiling at that, you took another deep breath. “Um…since I’ve had a less-than-traditional upbringing, I have plenty of issues just from that, but, adding in my…condition…I haven’t really gotten close with anyone. Ever.”

Bob still looked at you, confused.

“What I mean is…I’ve never really dated or…or had a relationship. And while I know what I like and the concept of virginity is a social construct that I don’t adhere to, I technically haven’t actually…been with another person. Sexually,” you finally spat out.

You saw the lightbulb go on above his head.

“Oh,” he exhaled. “Yeah. Makes sense.”

You nervously chattered on. “I mean, I didn’t even know if I could or should, like is it ethical to start down that path knowing I could really hurt someone physically? Or if something that intense would trigger an even bigger reaction of my power? Cause I don’t know, even if I wasn’t emotionally connected with someone, it didn’t seem safe, even though statistically I probably wouldn’t climax, so—“

“Okay, okay,” he spoke gently with a laugh, but still pressing a kiss to your lips to pause your rant.

You pulled back with a smile, looking sheepish. “Sorry.”

Bob huffed out another laugh. “I don’t know what part you’re trying to apologize for, but don’t. There’s no need. I’m glad I know now. And truthfully…I don’t know anything about relationships, either. Not healthy ones. My parents were…well, anyway. And I’ve done a lot of things that I regret. Been with people I had no business being with, not in our drugged out states or…even people I don’t really remember. Either from my mental state at the time or the drugs. I haven’t actually been with anyone since Malaysia and the medical trial. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been with anyone while sober. At this point, I don’t really know what I’m capable of, either.”

His confession hung in the air a long moment.

“Well, we’re quite the pair, aren’t we?” you finally said, letting out a laugh.

Bob quirked a smile, nodding. “Yeah. But maybe that’s the point.”

“What, like…we were meant to find each other? Destiny or some shit?” you joked.

“Maybe,” he said, dragging his knuckles across your cheekbone, feeling the trail of heat as his gaze followed the glow under your skin. “I don’t think I can ever believe that I would have done anything good enough in my life to deserve someone like you, but…”

You glared at him playfully. “What if I feel the exact same way? I’m the demon, after all.”

His nostrils flared in anger, barely contained. “I still can’t believe someone called you that. And as a child. Fuck,” he muttered, looking away with closed eyes to calm himself.

Brushing a lock of hair away from his face, your touch brought his gaze back to you. “It’s okay. I guess we both have some self-worth issues to work through. But for now, I think we just have to be honest with ourselves and with each other. Talk it all through. Our pasts will tell us a lot of lies about what we deserve. But I’m not going to lie to you.”

Bob’s eyes burned into yours, nodding in agreement. “Okay. We’ll tell each other the truth, not letting the doubt get to us.”

“Deal,” you nodded.

“Deal,” Bob echoed, sealing it with a brief kiss before pulling back. “The first thing that I’ve been too afraid to ask is…do you still want to be staying with me? Bucky said there’s a floor above mine that can be furnished. If you want your space, I completely unders—“

“No,” you spoke plainly. “I don’t want a floor to myself, I want to stay with you. If you want me to,” you added on, allowing for Bob’s agency as well.

A bright smile stretched across his sweet face. “Good. Cause I don’t want you to move out. Is it weird that I missed you today?”

You smiled, thinking of the few hours that you two were separated for the first time during the day, but you shook your head. “No. Not weird. I missed you, too.”

“Is it too soon to be living together?” Bob asked, tilting his head.

“I don’t think normal standards apply here.”

“Agreed.”

“Bob?”

“Hm?”

“I’m still hungry and I’m not eating the paper towel sink pasta.”

Bob cackled loudly, throwing his head back while you felt the rumbling in his chest still pressed against yours. Your heart swelled at the sound of his joy until it filled you as well.

“Okay. Mac n cheese round two?” he proposed.

“Let’s do it.”

Bob got to his feet, then pulling you up by one hand and keeping hold of it. You made the mistake of looking down over the side as you got to your feet, however, and a bout of dizziness hit you.

“Whoa,” you said, swaying away from the edge and into the safety of Bob’s arms. “Maybe I’m a little afraid of heights.”

Bob chuckled. “Yeah, me too.”

As you walk toward the glass double doors, a thought struck you.

“Wait,” you called out, halting your steps and causing Bob to turn back. “I just remembered…you can fucking fly,” you uttered in shock.

He smiled at your awestruck and confused expression. “I mean…in a certain state, yeah. If I fell off this building, would I just…take off? I don’t know. I guess? It’s another hypothetical and untested theory.”

“Let’s not test that theory,” you said, gently pushing him further away from the edge. “And you’re still afraid of heights…” muttered in disbelief.

Bob lifted a shoulder with a grin, tugging you forward toward the doors again. He led you through the unfinished penthouse, down the elevator, and back to the seventeenth floor, which was starting to feel more and more like home.

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The second attempt at mac n cheese did, in fact, result in an edible dinner made entirely Bob, with your supervision. You ate on the couch while watching more Bob’s Burgers. Your discussion on the roof unlocked a new level in your relationship, especially when it came to touch. Now knowing that the both of you craved contact after years of expecting hurt or fear, it now felt amazing to know it was acceptable, even desired, to reach for the other person.

Having finished eating, Bob pulled your stockinged feet from the couch cushion where they rested and put them in his lap. You smiled at the gesture, snuggling deeper into your blanket with your head lying on the armrest as the episode played on.

The next thing you knew, you were waking up in bed alone, unsure how you got there. Logic told you that Bob probably carried you there. Reaching for your phone, you found it plugged into the charger and sitting on the nightstand. You grinned at the thoughtful gesture, swinging your legs over the side of the bed to stand. The clock on your phone showed it was eight in the morning, so you had finally gotten a full night’s sleep.

You visited the bathroom and brushed your teeth before you went in search for Bob. He was in his hobby room, snoring lightly in the recliner chair with a book on his lap. You considered just letting him sleep but a quiet ding from your phone showed a text that breakfast was ready. You’d picked up on the fact that Bob did not eat regularly when left to his own devices, so you weighed the importance of sleep verses food. You tiptoed closer and appreciated his sweet face in a relaxed state before placing a hand on his, leaning closer.

“Bob?”

His lashes fluttered at first, then opening wide in a panic before he spotted you, letting out a sleepy grin.

“Hi. Morning,” he mumbled, grasping your hand and then arching his back to stretch.

“Morning,” you echoed, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Did you get a few hours of sleep?”

“Yeah,” he spoke, turning the word into a yawn.

You laughed. “Are you hungry? Ava texted that she made stuff for breakfast burritos.”

“That sounds amazing,” he groaned, lowering the chair’s footrest so he could stand. “It probably comes with a side of ‘conversation about last night’ though,” he mentioned, using air quotes.

“Yeah, I figured,” you said with a sigh.

Bob slipped into the bathroom and you went to the bedroom to get ready for the day. Your mind raced at the possibilities of the direction this conversation could go. You fully understood the team’s concern. The difference between a tiny accident and a life or death situation was vast, however. If Walker caught a towel on fire in the big kitchen because it got too close to the stove burner, did that warrant an emergency? Probably not. You did know the risk was higher with your powers, but after years of experience with them, you knew a bit more about your limits. Last night’s reaction was extreme in your eyes. Bob seemed to agree.

Dressed and ready, Bob threaded your fingers with his and he led you up the stairs into the common room. All conversation skidded to a halt as the pair of you walked into the room, four sets of eyes on you as Bob led you toward the kitchen.

Walker pushed away from his seat at the island, striding toward you. On instinct, Bob stepped in front of you, rising to his full height.

The bearded man raised his hands in surrender. “Relax, Bob. I just came to…apologize,” he spat the last word as if it offended him. “Does my original concern stand? I think so. But breaking down the door was a little excessive. I’ll make sure it gets replaced.”

Bob turned to you, awaiting your reaction. You stepped to his side and leveled a gaze at the former Captain America.

“We’ve heard your apology. But I’ll believe it when I see it. True contrition includes changed behavior,” you replied.

Bob’s eye flickered to you and he nodded. “What she said.”

Walker lifts a shoulder. “Fair enough,” he muttered as he stepped away.

“Oh, and Walker…” you called out to him and he turned your way. “For your information, due to my raised core body temperature, viruses can’t survive. It’s like I have a fever all the time, so no, I do not get sick.”

Brow furrowing, Walker ingested that information. “Huh.”

Tugging on Bob’s hand, you led him past the dazed man and toward breakfast. Bucky was filling his plate when you arrived.

“Morning,” he said in greeting. “Heard we had some excitement last night.”

“A misunderstanding,” Bob spoke up, grabbing two plates and handing you one.

Bucky paused momentarily at that explanation, but didn’t press the issue. Further down the assembly line, Ava gestured with the coffee pot in her hand.

“Coffee?” she offered.

You shook your head. “No, thanks. Stimulants aren’t my friend,” you explained, instead reaching for the nearby orange juice.

“Oh, that’s right. I’m sorry,” Ava replied, remorseful.

“No, it’s fine,” you assured her with a smile.

Bob accepted a mugful of coffee and he followed you to a place to sit. Moments later, Yelena settle into a seat nearby.

“Morning,” she said in greeting.

You echoed it with a smile. “Morning, Yelena.”

Awkward as the previous had been, you knew that she meant well. They all did.

“Morning,” Bob said with a nod.

Everyone quietly ate for a while. After a few bites of his burrito, Bob set it down, catching Yelena’s attention.

“Can I get some of your hot sauce?”

The blonde grinned. “Properly hooked now, huh?”

He shrugged. “Makes everything taste better.”

Yelena, oddly enough, pulled a bottle out of her pocket and tossed it Bob’s way. After adding a liberal amount, he held it out to you in offering.

You shook your head. “I’m good, thanks. I think I’m spicy enough on my own already.”

Yelena surprised you by snorting out a laugh, followed by you and Bob joining in.

“I hope your night improved after we broke in,” she asked once the laughter died down.

“It did. Thanks,” you replied, trying to keep a straight face as memories of your make-out session on the roof filtered through your mind. Bob wasn’t doing much better with his head ducked and fighting a full blush.

The former Black Widow looked at you both, eyes narrowed. She just frowned and shook her head. “You know what, I’m not going to ask.”

It was your turn to snort then, hiding your face behind your burrito.

Yelena just smiled to see the joy on Bob’s face. You didn’t blame her. He deserved the world.

“So, I was thinking about how we can prevent such a mixup in the future. What about a feature on our phones where we can check in and you can click in response, saying it was a false alarm or not. Or if no one answers within a certain number of minutes, we can address the situation?” Yelena proposed before taking another bite of hot sauce-laden burrito.

Your eyes flicked to Bob’s, offering a shrug.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” Bob replied. “Also, what about the reverse? Could we get a one-click way to alert everyone, if we needed to? Like an SOS?”

She nodded her head, chewing and waiting to swallow to respond. “Yes, I like that. I’ll put that in motion.”

You smiled and turned to Bob, who was already looking your way. The longer you held his gaze, the more of what happened the previous night replayed in your head. Heat rose in your cheeks and you finally looked away, nudging your knee with his.

Finishing yet another phone call, Bucky finally came to sit down on the other side of Yelena. She relayed the shared thoughts about the phone check-in and potential SOS button. He nodded as she spoke and he ate his lukewarm breakfast.

“Those both sound like great ideas. I like it. You’ll follow through with that, Yelena?” Bucky asked.

“Yup. I’m on it,” she assured him.

“Great,” the brunet nodded.

Setting down your plate on the coffee table to wipe damp hands on your legging-covered thighs, you nervously spoke up. “Also, um…Bucky, I’ve been thinking about that possible training idea. How would that work? And where?”

Bob had gone still beside you, waiting for the answer as well.

Bucky met Yelena’s gaze and then they both turned to Bob, for some reason.

The congressman cleared his throat. “We were thinking the bunker.”

You turned to the man beside you to see his jaw clenched and his hands in fists.

“You know it’s the only safe place, Bob,” Bucky told him gently.

Bob didn’t reply, but he did unclench one hand and thread your fingers with his. Followed by a curt nod.

“Okay,” you spoke up, but still confused. You’d ask Bob about it later. “When could that happen?”

“Would you be willing to wait until we return? It wouldn’t hurt to have more support,” Bucky said, then further explaining. “That phone call was another mission. We need to take off in about an hour.”

“I’d be with her,” Bob finally said.

“I figured you would. But even then, I’m asking you to wait. Okay?” Bucky asked.

You nodded. “That’s fine. Thank you.”

Everyone started gathering their dishes then, you assumed because they got the message that it was time to get ready for the mission. You stayed put, leaning into Bob’s side and resting your head on his shoulder for a long moment. The tension soon seeped out of his body.

“Wanna tell me what that was about?” you urged gently.

Bob inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I will. But it’ll make more sense when you see it. Until then, no need to worry.”

You looked up at his handsome face, catching the hint of sadness behind his brave smile. But you trusted that he would tell you when it was time, sending him an encouraging smile. You pressed a short kiss to his lips and lingered a moment longer before gathering your own plate.

“Come on. Let’s do some dishes!” you said with a wide grin and more enthusiasm than you actually possessed. The act did make Bob laugh, though, so it was worth it.

Bob followed you into the kitchen and soon you were up to your elbows in soapy water.

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You and Bob were just drying the last of the dirty pans from breakfast when Yelena returned in full combat gear, carrying what looked like something furry in a plastic sphere the size of a basketball. She thrusted the ball into Bob’s hands.

“Tag, you’re ’it’,” was all Yelena said while walking past you and disappeared into the pantry. She returned with a handful of snacks, trying to stuff them into her pockets. “There is more hay for him in my room if you need it and there’s also some cut vegetables in the fridge.”

“Got it,” Bob assured her. “Have a good mission.”

She waved a hand in goodbye. “You kids be safe, too,” she called out as she disappeared around the corner.

“Bye,” you said with a wave, a little late, since you were distracted by the creature in a ball. “Who is this?” you said in a coo.

Bob lifted it to eye level, showing you the guinea pig inside. “This is Herman.”

You giggled at the name, leaning in for a closer look. “Hi, Herman.”

The creature’s beady eyes met yours, his nose twitching.

“Does he get to roll around in that?” you asked, looking to Bob for an answer.

“Yeah, sometimes,” he said with a shrug. “It’s also a convenient form of transportation for him.”

Bob stepped down into the recessed common area and set the sphere down on the floor. Herman sat still a moment before setting the ball in motion with his little paws and you watched his wobbly path under the coffee table. Bob caught the delighted expression on your face and you shared a smile.

“Were there any pets at, um…with any of the families you visited?” he asked gingerly, clearly trying to be sensitive about your upbringing.

You appreciated his tact, catching his eye with a small smile. “Yeah. Some. A few were hamsters or turtles. A couple of snakes. A parakeet. I told the social workers that I’m allergic to dogs and cats, though. Seemed easier than having to explain…I love animals, but I felt it was best for me to keep my distance. Especially with pets that crave physical touch, since I didn’t always trust myself…” you trailed off, returning your focus on the guinea pig bumping into the couch leg.

“Makes sense,” Bob replied, crossing his arms over his chest. “I tried to bring a stray dog home and hid it from my dad once. Of course, he found out and…it didn’t go well. He drove me to a park across town and made me set the dog free. I hope they found a home.”

You slipped your hand in Bob’s and gave it a squeeze. “I’m sure they did.”

The pair of you watched Herman’s movements a while longer until he wedged himself between a side table and the couch. Bob walked over to free him with a laugh.

“So…” you began, stretching out the vowel. “More Bob’s Burgers?” you suggested.

Bob plucked the trapped rodent free and kept a hold of him. “Yeah. Sounds good,” he smiled in reply.

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After the second day without the Avengers at the tower, you were all the more impressed with how Bob didn’t go absolutely stir crazy all by himself. You didn’t doubt that he knew how to entertain himself. But still, it hurt your heart to think of him alone for days on end. You were all the more grateful to be the adopted “second cat”, according to Walker.

Without the increased noise and family-like meal gatherings, the Watchtower felt like a more cavernous and lonely place. You took advantage of having the theater room all to yourselves and chose to re-watch The Secret Life of Walter Mitty from the beginning and finally saw how it ended. Bob also requested to get full context for the flying pirate ship, so you watched Stardust again. He really liked the part where Yvaine started to shine the happier she became, enjoying her time with Tristan.

“That’s like what you do,” Bob muttered, brushing a fingertip down the inside of your forearm to see the glow under your skin.

It didn’t feel as positive and beautiful to you, but you still chose to accept the compliment and pressed a kiss to Bob’s smiling lips.

He wanted an action movie for the next day’s viewing so you chose the Top Gun sequel that you hadn’t yet seen. There was a character in it who really reminded you of someone, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. As the end credits rolled, you were both too comfortable to move so you fell asleep, leaning into Bob’s side. He had pulled a blanket all the way to his neck, preventing skin contact and trying to avoid what had happened the last time you fell asleep during a movie. You missed his hand in yours, but you understood why.

Since meal time was just one-on-one, you offered to give Bob a few more cooking tips as you maintained the intention of regularly feeding Bob and yourself. One morning, it was how to make the perfect three-egg omelette with cheddar cheese and green peppers. Grilled cheese for lunch sounded simple, but a few tricks like using sourdough bread, spreading mayo on the bread rather than butter, and raiding the cheese drawer with fancy varieties made for an elevated meal. Pepper jack, havarti, and provolone cheeses were your selection that afternoon. You even found a can of tomato soup in the pantry to round out a classic combination.

On the third day of the Avenger’s absence, Bob told you about how he usually spent sleepless nights wandering the halls of the tower as a form of security and to fill the time. He recounted the early hours the night he had met you and how close he was to calling the authorities or somehow making your situation worse. You couldn’t be more grateful for Bob’s compassion for a stranger like you.

Since you still hadn’t yet seen the rest of the floors of the tower, you offered to join him on his patrol and at times it also included Herman the guinea pig in his plastic ball. You’d keep an eye on him as he rolled ahead, often bumping into the walls. Walking beside Bob hand in hand, the pair of you talked about anything and everything, just enjoying each other’s company.

However, there were moments every once in a while when you’d catch Bob’s eye and see the fire burning there that yearned to break free. It kindled your own desire, sending your heart racing as the core of you turned molten and you felt a hair’s breadth from giving in. A gentle, chaste kiss became a taste of his mouth, a caress of Bob’s hands down your sides and respectful as he remained, it was on the tip of your tongue to ask for more. Closer. Deeper. Longer.

Every time it happened, one of you reluctantly pulled away. You broke him of the need to apologize, as you were often the one still chasing his lips as he wisely attempted to cool the moment. As your already overly raised temperature lowered from such moments, you gave each other space but shortly after, you had conversations about how and when. And IF.

Of course, you both wanted to fully experience each other, but you were concerned about hurting him. He countered that with assurances that he was incapable of being hurt, but you didn’t want to find that out for sure. Not until you had a chance to try and release your underlying heat as Bucky had suggested. The thought had lingered in your mind, feeding the hope that maybe you didn’t have to feel the way you always had. Seconds away from disaster.

Bob also expressed more about what fully letting go and getting lost in pleasure might mean for his control. His strength, his ego, his sense of self—they often felt barely within his grasp. He was walking a tightrope over a chasm of uncertainty, afraid what might happen if he lost the thread of control he felt he had. You both held on to hope, though. A near-future where it was all possible and your fears of hurting the person you cared for most wouldn’t come to fruition. And one day he wouldn’t have to fear doing the same.

The afternoon of the fourth day since the Avengers’ departure, a group text alert popped up on your phone. They were headed home within the next few hours. Bob had a few hours of therapy that day, so you had been hanging out at the apartment alone, which still took some getting used to. A thought for dinner occurred to you and you smiled, excited to have something fun ready for when the team returned.

Pulling up a grocery delivery app, you started adding to your list of items with complete disregard for the total cost cause fuck Valentina. You submitted your order and returned to your movie, looking forward to an enjoyable night with the returning team.

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Chapter Seven>>> Coming Soon!!!!

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WE GOT A SMOOCH Y'ALL!!!! 😍😍😍😍 EEeeeee!!!! We love some communications and vulnerability. Or at least I do. heh. I was a bit nervous to mention the reader still retaining her V card but it just made the most sense tbh. Thoughts? they are intentionally living together now. squee!! So cute. Also yes I did look up to see if the guinea pig had an official name and beyond some fan theories, no there isn't. So I made one up. And yessss we're getting closer to some spicy times. 👀 Hope you're excited for more!! Any thoughts and feedback is appreciated.

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