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Bob and a reader who bruises easily and when they have sex the reader is usually marked up the next day?

Marked ✩ Bob Reynolds

Pairings: Bob Reynolds x Thunderbolt!Reader

Warnings: +18 SMUT MINORS DNI. explicit sexual scenes, bruising (reader bruises easily), rough sex, possessive!bob, protective older brother!bucky, strong language, secret relationship, minor angst, fluff, found family, chaotic thunderbolts energy, family dynamics, violence (threatened),

Summary: You and Bob had been sneaking around for months, the thrill of secrecy only fueling the fire and desire. But bruises from the night before threaten to unravel everything—especially when Bucky Barnes sees them and goes into full protective big brother mode.

Author's Note: omg you guyssssssss!!! i had so much fun writing this one. i am so obsessed with the whole secret relationship setup, and bucky going full protective older brother mode???? ughhhhhh I'm obsessed. i love my boyfriends<3 yelena my baby I love love love writing her so much she's sooo ughhh I love her!!!! i love myself some found family<3 keep the requests comingggggg!!!! i’ve got so many on my inbox already i’ve been planning out all of the fics so they’ll be posted soon<3

You woke up tangled in sheets, muscles aching, skin kissed with tenderness. Bob's arm was drapped heavy over your waist, the rise and fall of his chest pressing your back into him, grounding you, like he needed the contact to breathe. He always held you like that after—like if he let go, you might vanish.

A dull ache throbbed deep in your thighs, your hips, the slope of your neck. Each mark a reminder of the night before. Of how careful he tried to be. Of how easily he lost himself in you when the door was closed and the rest of the world disappeared.

It had started slow, like it always did.

Quiet knock on your door, late enough for the others to be asleep or buried in their own distractions. Bob would linger in the hall, hoodie thrown over his head, hands in his pockets like some kind of teenage boy sneaking into his girlfriend's room.

The moment the door clicked shut, the tension would snap. You’d throw yourself at him—starving, always starving—and he’d catch you every time.

Last night was no different. You'd been watching him all day, practically squirming on the sidelines of the gym while he trained with Yelena.

That damn white shirt clung to him, soaked through sweat, riding up every time he moved. His biceps flexed with every punch, his golden curls damp and wild. You caught him watching you more than once, eyes dark, mouth parted.

He looked wrecked before you even touched him.

By the time he showed up at your door, you didn’t say a word. You grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie, yanked him into your room, and kissed him like he was oxygen.

His hands trembled when they touched your waist. “I’ll be careful,” he whispered, even as you guided him to the bed, tugging his clothes off, already breathless.

“You don’t have to be,” you said. "I don't want you to be."

He kissed down your neck, hands gripping your thighs like he was anchoring himself. When his mouth found your pulse point, he sucked just hard enough to draw a moan—and the bruise bloomed seconds later.

He pulled back to look at the mark, already forming, then looked up at you with something feral in his eyes. “You’re so fucking soft,” he groaned. “I’m gonna mark every inch of you. Mine. All of you.”

You gripped his hair, kissed him harder. “Then do it.”

His fingers laced with yours, pinning them above your head as he pushed into you slowly, the stretch of him drawing a gasp from your lips. He watched your face like it was the only thing that mattered.

His thrusts were slow, deep, patient at first—until you begged.

“Harder, Bob. Please. Don’t hold back.”

He shuddered. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I do,” you gasped. “I want all of you.”

His mouth crashed into yours, and the dam broke.

You swore the headboard cracked. The bed groaned beneath you. Your name was a prayer on his tongue, murmured between bruising kisses and gasped apologies he didn’t need to make.

Because you loved the marks. The ache. The secrecy.

The thrill of sneaking out of his room at 3AM, hair a mess, lips swollen. Of pretending nothing happened in the halls the next day. Of brushing fingers under the table during briefings, eyes meeting like a promise.

And in those moments—when no one else knew, when it was just you and him—you felt more his than ever.

You traced a bruise on your collarbone absently as you slipped out of his bed, one of his t-shirts falling to mid-thigh. You bit your lip to hide the satisfied smile. Bruised and adored. Just how you liked it.

The tower was still quiet as you crept back to your room to change, slipping into gym shorts and a hoodie for morning training. You paused once, catching your reflection in your bathroom mirror—faint marks painting your hips, the curve of your neck, the inside of your thigh.

Heat flushed through you at the memory. His hands gripping your waist. His voice—“You’re mine.”

You tugged the hoodie tighter and headed down to start training.

The gym was already humming with low music and the sound of punches hitting pads. Bucky was setting up on the mat, hoodie off, sweat darkening the collar of his black shirt. He gave you a quick nod when you walked in—his version of a good morning.

Bucky Barnes had been like a brother to you since day one. Not in the forced “everyone on a team is family” way—no, this was different. Real.

He was rough around the edges when you first joined the Thunderbolts, all tight-lipped commands and watchful eyes. Cold. Distance. Guarded. But something in you cracked through that hard soldier shell. Maybe it was how stubborn you were. How warm. Unafraid to rile him up, to poke the bear. Maybe it was how you asked too many questions. Or the way you always saved him a seat in the briefing room. Or how you reminded him—without meaning to—what it felt like to care about someone without it turning into war.

You sometimes reminded him of Steve.

He saw him in you. In the way you saw people. In how you never gave up on anyone, not even him. In the way you could smile even after a mission gone sideways and still say, "We're okay. We'll figure this shit out."

You were brave. Kind. Loyal.

You were the thing Steve used to fight for.

And Bucky—he didn’t say it, couldn’t say it—but he clung to that. To you. Because if someone like you could believe in him, then maybe there was still something worth saving inside him.

That’s why he called you “kid,” even though you weren’t.

That’s why he tossed you his hoodie when you were cold, sat beside you when you couldn’t sleep, and taught you how to break a man’s wrist with a flick of your body weight.

He watched over you in the field. Back-to-back in a firefight. A quiet hand on your shoulder after a tough mission. His voice, always steady, always low: “You’re alright. I’ve got you.”

He wasn’t your teammate. He wasn’t a friend.

He was your brother. Your family. Not by blood. But by bond. By choice.

And that made what happened next inevitable.

Because when he saw those bruises, the ground shifted underneath his feet. All he could see was someone hurting you. And he'd spent decades trying to protect people like you, people he cared about. He had lost Steve. He wasn't going to lose you.

“You’re late,” he said.

“Barely,” you said, grinning. “Try smiling once in a while.”

He rolled his eyes. “Try not tripping over your own feet.”

“Rude,” you said.

He tossed you a set of gloves. “Let’s go. Standard drills.”

You started slow. Footwork. Blocks. He moved easily, but watched your form like a hawk, correcting gently with a hand at your hip, your wrist, your shoulder.

“Looser on the right,” he murmured. “You’re tightening up too much, kiddo.”

“I’m fine.”

“Mm-hmm.” His tone was skeptical. “Take off the hoodie.”

You froze.

“It’s hot in here,” he added, too casually. “And you’re sweating like hell.”

“Bucky—”

“Off, Y/N.”

Shit.

You sighed, peeled it off, revealing the tank top beneath—and the faint, fresh constellation of bruises that peppered your collarbone and shoulders.

The moment the hoodie dropped to the mat, everything stopped.

Bucky’s whole body tensed.

His eyes locked on the marks. A slow, terrible realization crawling across his face like storm clouds. His voice was suddenly razor sharp.

He stopped breathing.

“What the fuck is that?”

You blinked, already knowing where this was going. “It’s nothing, Bucky.”

“Don’t lie to me.” His voice dropped, deadly quiet. “Who did this?”

“I said it’s nothing—”

His gaze narrowed. “Don’t bullshit me. Y/N, what is that?” He stepped forward, fingers brushing the side of your neck. His touch was soft, but his jaw was tight. “Who the fuck did this to you?”

“I—” You swallowed. “It’s fine, Bucky. It’s—just mosquito bites, that's all.”

“I'm not stupid. I know what bruises look like,” he snapped, his voice rising. “And those? They didn’t come from sparring.”

You stepped back. "Please don't do this."

“Do not follow me unless you’re gonna tell me the truth.”

And then he was storming down the hall, headed for the common room. Straight into the storm.

Because to him? This wasn’t just bruises.

It was his kid—his sister—hurt, marked, and silent about it.

And he’d tear down the whole damn team to protect you.

But of course, you followed him. You fumbled to put the hoodie back on, trying to catch up with Bucky.

You caught up to him just as he stormed into the common room, boots stomping accross the floor. You barely had time to catch your breath before all hell broke loose.

Bob was sprawled on the couch, legs stretched out, hoodie pulled halfway over his head, curls messy on his forehead. Yelena sat beside him eating chips straight from the bag, one boot resting on the coffee table. Walker was slumped on the other, flipping channels again and again.

"Just pick a damn channel already, jeez," Yelena scoffed.

"We have Netflix you know?" Bob chimed in softly.

The second Bucky entered, everyone looked up.

“Do you know who fucking did this to her?” Bucky barked, voice sharp enough to cut metal.

Yelena blinked, slow and unbothered. She raised one perfectly arched brow and held up her bag of chips. “Wow. Good morning to you too, soldier boy. Want a chip?”

Walker frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about this!” Bucky turned, grabbed your armg gently, always gently, and tugged the hoodie sleeve up to show the fading bruise near your wrist. “And that,” he pointed to your neck. “And that.”

“Bucky, please—” you tried, stepping in front of him, but he wasn’t hearing it.

“You better start talking,” he growled, pointing at each of them like they were suspects in a murder trial. “Because if one of you laid a hand on her—”

“Okay, this is very dramatic,” Yelena said, popping another chip in her mouth. “I love it. Are we in a movie right now? Because damn, the drama.”

“I’m being very fucking serious right now, Yelena.”

She shrugged. “Just trying to defuse the tension.”

“And you're not helping!”

“I know,” she said sweetly.

Bucky whirled on Walker next. “Was it you?”

Walker sat up straighter, blinking. “What? No! Jesus—”

“I swear—if you even looked at her wrong—”

“Oh, come on, man!” Walker snapped, tossing the remote on the couch. “I’m not suicidal.”

While Bucky and Walker bickered, Yelena turned to you slowly, her eyes cool but curious. Then—subtle as smoke—her gaze dropped to the bruises peeking from your hoodie, then flicked to Bob.

Bob hadn’t moved. But he was watching. His shoulders tense. His jaw clenched.

Yelena raised one perfectly arched brow. You saw the moment it clicked for her.

Of course she knew.

She wasn’t stupid. She’d seen the way you looked at each other during debriefs. The way you flushed when Bob’s fingers brushed yours in the kitchen. She’d definitely heard the sounds coming from your room last night—because, shocker, spies hear everything.

But she wasn’t going to rat you out to Bucky. No. She gave you the look—the look—tilting her head with the tiniest smirk like, girl, really? him? damn okay.

Then she turned back to her chips like none of this concerned her.

Meanwhile, Bucky was still in full interrogation mode.

“I will find out who did this,” he said, voice rising again. “And when I do—”

“You’re going to do what, Barnes?” Walker snapped back. “Ground us? You're not her dad.”

“I don’t have to be,” Bucky growled. “She’s family. I raised her on this goddamn team while you were still figuring out which way the bathroom was!”

“Oh my god,” Yelena said through a mouthful of chips, “this is better than anything on TV.”

You rubbed your hands down your face and slowly met Bob's eyes, just for a second.

It was enough.

He stood up. Violently. Almost knocking off the entire coffee table.

Yelena sat up straighter, chip bag rustling. "Oh, here we go."

Walker looked from Bob to Bucky, then back. “Wait. Wait wait wait—are we fighting now? In the middle of the living room? Are you guys serious?"

Bucky turned toward Bob, chest puffe like a feral bull. "Say something. I dare you."

“Enough!” Bob’s voice cracked like a whip across the room, thunderous, vibrating in the air like it came from somewhere deeper than his chest.

Yelena froze, chip halfway to her mouth. “Well, there goes the drywall.”

Bucky took one menacing step forward. “What did you say?”

Bob didn’t flinch. His voice was low. "It was me."

Dead. Silence.

Oh, fuck.

You could've heard a pin drop.

Yelena whispered, “Oh my god, I knew it.”

Walker blinked. “Hold the fuck on.” He gasped like he just found out Santa wasn’t real. “Wait—you two?! You’ve been doing it?”

“You?” Bucky spat, stepping forward. “You think that’s fucking funny?”

“No,” Bob said calm. Too calm.

And that snapped Bucky.

He lunged. “I’m going to kill you right now!”

“Bucky!” you shouted, throwing yourself between them just as Bucky’s fist came up.

You caught him mid-swing, grabbing his wrist, bracing your weight against him with everything you had.

“NO! No, no, no—Bucky, stop!” you yelled, pushing back on his chest, eyes wide.

Bob didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. His hands stayed at his sides, jaw set like he was ready to take it.

“You did this to her?” he hissed. “You put your hands on her?”

“I didn’t hurt her,” Bob bit out. “I’ve never laid a hand on her in anger—”

“You left bruises!” Bucky shouted, jabbing a finger toward Bob like he was issuing a death sentence. “You don’t get to decide what hurting her looks like! You don’t get to be the one who touches her and makes her lie to me about it!”

“Bucky, please,” you pleaded, voice breaking.

“I didn’t hurt her,” Bob snapped. “You think I don’t know what I’m capable of? I’ve been terrified of it since day one. Every time I touch her, I’m scared shitless I’ll lose control—but I don’t. Because I’d rather die than ever cross that line.”

Bucky’s jaw locked. “That’s not comforting.”

“She’s not a child, Bucky,” Bob bit out. “She knows what she wants."

"But she's my child, Bob! Mine," Bucky roared, voice cracking with something other than rage, like fear. "I've been protecting her since she joined this team. I've bled for her. I would take a bullet for her if it meant keeping her safe. You think you can just crawl into her bed—what? Expect me to shake your hand? Pat your back? You're fucking delusional."

"She's not yours to own!" Bob roared. "You don't get to decide who touches her, who loves her. She’s not some piece of property. She made a choice. I made my choice."

Bucky’s breathing was ragged, fists clenched so tight his knuckles went white. “She’s my family!" he hissed. "And you didn’t even have the balls to tell me.”

“I wanted to,” Bob snapped. “She told me you’d do this.”

“She was right!” Bucky barked, his eyes glossing over with betrayal. “Because I trusted you. You were supposed to be safe.”

“I am.” Bob’s voice dropped. “I love her. I’m careful with her. You know she bruises easily. Everyone knows it. I try. I always try. But she wanted it. She asked me to. I never forced her. I’d never do that to her.”

You stepped in closer, your hand sliding to Bucky’s chest. “He’s telling the truth.”

Bucky stared at you like he didn’t recognize you for a second. “You let him…”

“I wanted him,” you said simply. “And I still do.”

Walker stood up slowly, blinking like a deer in headlights. “Oh my god,” he muttered, running a hand down his face. “Is this… is this a thing? Like a regular thing? You two just… sneak around and… Jesus Christ, you two fuck?”

Yelena nearly choked on her chips.

She turned to him slowly, eyes wide with disbelief. “Walker. My guy. You live here. How have you not noticed?”

“I thought the noise was the pipes!” he said, flailing.

Yelena tilted her head. “You thought the pipes moaned her name at 2AM?”

“HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!”

She blinked. "Walker, if your pipes ever sound like that, you call an exorcist. Not maintenance."

He shook his head, exhaling hard. Then he looked at Bob, fury simmering low. “If you ever cross a line—if you so much as make her flinch or cry—I will end you. You break her heart, I break your face. Deal?”

“Deal,” Bob said without hesitation.

Bucky stared at Bob, his jaw ticking. But then his eyes shifted—back to you. Still tight with anger, but… softer now.

“You okay?”

You smiled—small, soft, but sure. “I promise,” you said. “I’m more than okay.”

You glanced back at Bob. He was still watching you like the room didn’t exist.

“He makes me happy, Buck.”

Bucky groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Goddammit.”

He yanked you into a hug, a little too tight, one arm slung around your neck like he was both scolding you and shielding you. You melted into it as he pressed a kiss to your head.

“I swear to God, Y/N,” he muttered, voice low in your ear, “if he hurts you, I’ll kill him myself.”

You chuckled against his chest. “I know you would.”

Bucky sighed and pulled back, plopping down onto the couch like the last ten minutes had aged him a decade. “And for the love of all that is holy—use protection.”

Yelena snorted next to him. “And do not fuck in the communal shower. Please. I beg you.”

Walker looked horrified. “Wait—have they?!”

You and Bob exchanged a look. He blushed. You smirked. Then you crossed the room, and without missing a beat, Bob reached out and pulled you into him. His arm slid over your shoulders like muscle memory, tucking you against his side with an ease that made everyone in the room groan. He looked down at you with that soft, dopey grin, like a damn teenager who just scored the girl of his dreams.

Yelena let out the loudest groan of all. “Oh my god, you’re disgusting. Look at you—so in love. Yuck!” She made a dramatic gagging noise. “This is vile. I feel violated.”

Bob chuckled.

Bucky didn’t even look. He just threw his head back. “Jesus Christ, please stop this. I can’t take it anymore.”

Yelena didn’t miss a beat. “Honestly, Buck? I’m surprised she can still walk after what I heard last night.”

Bob choked violently.

You burst into laughter, burying your face in his hoodie, muffling a wheeze.

Bob cleared his throat, red as a tomato. “Okay, wow.”

Bucky clapped his hands, hard. “OKAY! Great. That’s enough. Breakfast. Anyone?”

Walker, still pale, raised a hand. “I need alcohol.”

Bucky didn’t even hesitate. “You know what? Make it two. Double.”

Yelena leaned back, completely unbothered, tossing a chip in her mouth. “God, I love this team.”

And you? You looked around—at the chaos, the bickering, the laughter—and felt it settle deep in your chest.

You loved them too.

With all your heart.

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I have no idea what this movie is about or what the characters are called but the way this character is written is literally so perfect, God he's my ideal type of man 😭😭❤️‍🔥💖

And hey! Another cute Bob!

Unraveled- Bob Floyd

Summary: Bob Floyd likes to think he can keep it cool. Then along comes a sundress.

Warnings: friends to lovers, smut, so much pining, language,

Bob Floyd didn't like to brag, but he considered himself pretty dang smart and sensible. 

He knew the ins and outs of every jet he has flown. Hell,  he could break it apart and put it back together again within a few hours, if that.  He was able to quickly assess a situation, weigh the pros and cons, and come to a sound decision. It’s why he was the top WSO for the mission in Miramar. 

So why has a piece of fabric thrown him for such a loop? 

All Bob was trying to do was be polite. You had mentioned taking an Uber to the Hard Deck tonight and Bob knew the polite thing to do was to offer a ride. After all, he wasn't going to drink. You would save money. It's what any good friend would do. It had absolutely nothing to do with the crush he had been harboring since your first debriefing. 

He was just trying to be courteous. The gentleman his Mama worked hard in raising. Getting to spend time with you, without the other members of your shared squadron around or loud music, wasn't even near the forefront of his mind when he made the offer. Bob was just trying to be a good friend. A good friend who just wanted to help. A good friend who was forcing himself to look at you through a platonic lens, not a romantic one. 

Bob liked to think he was doing pretty well at that. 

That is, until a dress came along and unraveled him. 

Perhaps you said hello when you opened the door.  You probably did, considering how polite you were. But all Bob could focus on was the way the fabric of your dress hugged your curves. 

And what little fabric there was. He had seen you in civilian clothes before. But never anything like this. His mind absolutely went blank when you hugged him and he could feel how much of your bare skin was exposed. Due to the halter style of the straps, nearly your whole upper back was now perfectly visible.

“Um you-you look um nice,” Bob barely got out. He was too busy trying to burn the feeling of your soft skin into his brain. You were warm, like a walking ray of sunshine. 

“Thanks! I got it yesterday and I figured with the weather being so nice, today was the perfect day to wear it!” you said, giving a little twirl. Bob tried to focus on the pattern of dress; how the green brought out your eyes. 

But all he could focus on was the curves of your body, now being highlighted. The way the halter style made your breasts swell and the lack of a bra very apparent. How the fabric stopped at the top of your thighs when you spun, giving Bob a peek of what he often thought about late at night. 

This was bad. 

“I take it you came early to watch an episode of Love Island before we leave?” You asked as he stumbled walked in.

The truth was, Bob wasn’t a fan of reality TV. But he watched because it gave the two of you a chance to talk to one another. Just as friends, nothing more. When watching the silly show, you two could make jokes, talk about things other than work. 

“Yeah! Ready to watch hot people make poor decisions again,” Bob said with a nervous laugh. The joke failed to put him at ease. If anything, it reminded him that he was about to spend at least forty minutes with you and that did not include the drive to the Hard Deck. 

“You’re using my tagline!” your smile lit up your whole face. Bob was certain it could light up the whole turmac. All he could do was nod, his heart fluttering when you grabbed his hand, leading him into the living room. 

"I have some kettle corn in the microwave for you! I also made cherry seltzer water!" Bob could feel heat rush to his face. You always remembered the little details that no one else seemed to pick up on; that he loved salt but had an even bigger sweet tooth. How in an attempt to cut back on soda, he switched to sparkling water. His favorite flavor was cherry because it reminded him of cherry coke. 

"Did you see the video I sent you?" You gently squeezed Bob's hand as you two sat down. 

"Y-yeah. You're absolutely right, having three otters would be my dream." Ever since learning about Bob's favorite animal, you had sent him every otter-related video you came across while scrolling the internet. You even got him a pair of Otter socks for his birthday.  It was the fact you paid attention to seemingly minor details that made Bob fall head over heels for you. 

But alas, you were a coworker. The problem at hand wasn't whether it was allowed, ‘incest’ (as Jake unfortunately called it) happened all the time in the Navy. After all, there were only so many things you could do on a ship before switching to people. No, it was the potential issues that came with dating. Rejection being the main one. Bob had no trouble believing you and he could be professional should you two date and it not work out. That happened all the time. What worried him was rejection. Having to go to work everyday and put on a facade, that things were fine. When deep down, he knew he'd be heartbroken. And even worse, he'd no longer have your friendship. 

So Bob settled, as he often did when it came to love. He took comfort knowing he'd still have you, albeit as a friend instead of a partner. That should be more than enough. For the last few months, he had convinced himself that it was enough. 

But God was it difficult when you bent over right to grab the remote. 

The hemline of your dress inched upwards, showing off the backs of your upper thighs and- 

he could see the swell of your ass. He could see the flash of red lace. Your skin looked so soft and supple and you were so close he could just reach out and- 

Oh God he was hard. Oh no. 

This was bad. Worse than that time he popped an erection during sex ed in middle school. There, he at least had a jacket and a desk to cover it. 

But here? He was a full grown adult and San Diego’s seventy degree weather didn't give him any additional layers. Bob looked around, desperate for something, anything, to hide his cock that was currently straining against his jeans. 

Thank fuck for your love of decorative pillows. 

He grabbed the closest one, shaped and designed like a pomegranate. You were so excited the day you picked it up from some Facebook Marketplace deal. He had driven you, partly out of wanting to spend time with you, partly because he wanted to ensure you were safe. It was adorable and definitely shouldn’t be used for nefarious purposes, such as hiding a boner. This was wrong, so fucking wrong.   

Bob was trying to think of anything and everything that would kill this boner. But his spot on the couch aligned perfectly with the entranceway of the kitchen, where you currently were, rummaging around to fix Bob a drink. 

What ever happened to doors? Why were people so opposed to doors? Doors were lovely. You could close doors. Every time he tried to think of something, you were right in his line of view, turning every thought into something more devious. 

His family? His family would love you. If you two got married you could make  your own family. 

Work? You worked with him, in that damn flight suit that clung to your every curve. No one else could make that god forsaken green fabric look good.  

School? God, you were so smart. The top of your class. And witty, always ready with a clever, underhanded comeback. It’s how you two originally bonded, both having muttered something about Jake under your breath. 

Bob Floyd was screwed. Thoroughly. 

He tried to comfort himself with the fact that soon you two would be watching people in their early twenties making the dumbest decisions over dating. If anything were to be a boner killer, that had to be it. He just needed to make it through then. 

“Bob?” Your lithe voice broke him out of his thoughts. Not that it was much of a reprieve, with the way you were standing at the kitchen entranceway with a glass of sparkling water in each hand, “You good?”

“Me? Oh yeah, I’m great!” He said with an all too eager nod, desperate to convince you this was truly the case. Fuck, you were so beautiful. And you were showing so much skin. He had seen you on the beach before, adorned in athletic shorts and a sports bra. But this was different. 

The dress was far too nice for the Hard Deck. No, you deserved to be taken to a nice restaurant, one with a lovely outdoor patio. The image of you sitting on a lovely chair with a glass of wine in your hand came easily to Bob. It was also the perfect dress for a picnic, particularly at the nearby park, specifically in that little secluded area. God, the idea of you laying down on a red and white checkered blanket, the hem of your dress pushed up your thighs as he leaned over you, ready to take you-

Bob leaned forward, clutching the pillow as he tried to will himself the strength to get it together. 

“Bob? Are-are you okay?” You quickly placed the drinks down on the coffee table, rushing over to kneel in front of him on the couch. 

Oh what a sight that was, you looking up at him with big eyes, full of concern. Your hands were on his biceps, and Bob knew if he looked down he would have the perfect view of your breasts. 

 It was so hot and also the very last thing Bob fucking needed. 

“I’m good. Stomach doesn’t agree with what we had for lunch, that’s all.” Lying was never good, his mother instilled that in him at an early age. But in this scenario, Bob was certain the truth was much worse. 

“I’ll go get you a ginger ale!” Bob opened his mouth to protest, though no words came out due to seeing not only the tops of your thighs, but a flash of your ass as you spun around to go back into the kitchen. 

For a few seconds, the  supple, plump flesh was so close to him. Practically within arm’s reach. 

Maybe he should just leave while you were in the kitchen. 

But that would be rude. Not only rude, but it would raise your suspicions if they weren’t high already. Plus, he had already promised you a ride to the Hard Deck. He couldn’t just leave you hanging, not after you brought a dress for the occasion. He may be in dire need of a cold shower, but the last thing Bob Floyd was going to do was hurt you. He squeezed the pillow, knuckles turning white as he tried to find strength. For once, he couldn’t wait to start an episode of Love Island. Hell, he would even take an episode of The Bachelor at this point. 

“Here ya go,” You sat down on the couch next to him, glass of ginger ale in hand. You even remembered how much ice he preferred in his cold beverages. You were perfect. 

“Thanks,” Bob slowly took one hand off the pillow, the other still holding onto it for dear life. 

“You uh, like that pillow?” You chuckled, though your nerves still shined through. 

“Huh? Oh yeah,” Bob looked down, ensuring his big problem was still covered, “It uh, helps my stomach!”

You raised an eyebrow, though you didn’t further question it. Instead, much to Bob’s delight, you reached for the remote, clicking through until you finally landed on the desired episode. With a shaking hand, Bob gulped down the ginger ale, promptly placing it on the coffee table so he could have both hands on the pillow. 

The room was silent, saved for the ridiculous conversations happening on the TV screen. Normally you and Bob would be shoulder to shoulder, laughing as you both narrated your opinions on the contestants. But today Bob was rigid, his fingers still clutching to the pillow on his lap. He hadn’t even touched the bowl of popcorn. 

"Do you like my dress?" It took everything in Bob not to groan at your question. The last thing he needed was a reason to look at you. But how could he deny himself such a chance? So he put on his best smile as he turned to face you.    

"Uh yeah it's lovely. I'm sure everyone will love it-" 

"I got it for you.” Your voice was soft as you hit the pause button on your remote, eyes remaining on the screen. 

The words hit Bob like a freight train. 

"What? Why would you-"

You shrugged, fingers toying with the short hem of your dress, "I thought maybe, if you saw me in something different, something that wasn't my flight suit or a tee shirt, that maybe you would finally notice me?” 

You finally looked him in the eyes, “Maybe you'd finally notice that I've been trying to flirt with you for the last few months?" 

Bob opened his mouth just to promptly close it. He thought back to the last few months, now analyzing every seemingly ordinary interaction he had with you. 

The way you insisted on sitting next to each other during lunch. As well as during briefings. And when you went to the Hard Deck. Whenever a guy tried to flirt with you there, you turned them down, focusing your attention back on him, continuing your conversation about his latest D&D campaign or a Lego set you had found that reminded you of him. The way you always touched his arm, your hand lingering on his skin as you bore your eyes into his. How you always texted him. How you baked a cake for his birthday. The little trinkets you’d bring him. 

Oh god, he was a fucking idiot. 

The tension in the room was thick. You, sitting restlessly as you waited for Bob to acknowledge what you had said. Bob, processing your words and what they meant. 

“How long?” Bob asked, his voice soft yet firm.

You chuckled as you shook your head, “Honestly? First day. We hadn’t even spoken yet. I saw you walk in and you just were….not only handsome but also looked so kind? Then you offered me a spare pencil, made that comment about Jake’s driving and I….was a goner.”

“I saw you talking to Halo before the briefing room was open,” He confessed, “She said something that made you laugh and it….it was the prettiest sight I had ever seen.”

“We’ve wasted a lot of time, huh?” You both stared ahead at the TV, still too fearful to face each other. 

Bob dryly chuckled, “Yeah….a lot of time. Months, if we’re being more exact.” 

The two of you remained in silence, your words sinking in. Neither sure what should be said, if anything should be said. Until finally, you spoke up. 

“Bob? What’s underneath the pillow?” 

His hips shifted, involuntary, “What?” For a moment, he forgot about the darn pillow and the erection he was covering with it. 

The cluelessness in his voice brought a giggle, “The pillow? Why are you using it to cover your lap?”

Bob sighed, “Can I at least kiss you first?” 

You nodded, moving to close the gap between you and Bob. Pillow be damned, his hands cupped your jawline, giving you a sweet smile before leaning in, closing the gap between your lips and his. 

Bob Floyd’s lips were soft, no doubt due to the sweet mint chapstick you'd watch him apply countless of times. You didn't want to admit how often you'd wondered about the taste, what his hands would feel like on your body. God, they were huge. His thumbs rested comfortably on your jawline, but you could feel his other fingers spanning your neck, down to your collarbone. 

The first kiss was gentle, practically modest. Your lips were only apart for several seconds, if that, before connecting again. 

You easily found his shoulders, grasping them for purchase. The gap between your bodies was too much, Bob wanted to be as close as possible. So his hands trailed down your body, skimming along until they found the back of your thighs. Using his strength, he moved your body, situating you onto his lap. 

A high pitched gasp fell from your lips upon feeling the bulge that was straining against his jeans. Good god, he was thick. You had heard whispers, chalking it up to typical locker room talk. 

Nope, those rumors were one hundred percent true. 

“I’m sorry,” Bob groaned, hands exploring your soft curves. Worst of all, he sounded earnest, only making you want to touch him more. 

“I-I wore this on purpose ah-after all,” you confessed, finding it difficult to speak as he pressed open mouthed kisses along your exposed chest. 

Right. You wore this on purpose. To entice him. To see if perhaps he felt the same burning desire. Once realization hit him again, Bob’s hands moved along your back, just stopping above your ass. 

Wait, he was about to touch your ass. 

“We-we shouldn’t,” Bob mumbled, retracting his hands from your body. You stilled, a crestfallen look painting your face. 

“We shouldn’t?” Repeating the words felt like driving a knife through your heart. Had regret finally emerged, beating the rush of adrenaline? Was he going to regret this, ask that you two never speak about it ever again, pretend it never happened?

“I…” Bob sighed, “I need to take you on a date first.”

Bless his heart. 

Sighing, you relaxed your body into his, resting your head in the crook of his neck, “You’re too sweet, y’know that?”

Bob chuckled, “That's supposed to be my line.” 

His hands gave your hips a loving squeeze, causing you to nestle further into him, until your bodies were nearly molded as one. Your lips searched for his, trailing up his neck, his jawline, along the side of his button nose until finally reaching his soft lips. Bob shifted in his seat, causing you to do the same. As a result, you could feel his erection, despite the layers of clothes. 

“Good lord Bobby, you've just been walking around with all that?” Bob groaned, but not due to your words. No, it was because you had started moving your hips in circles, his erection now pressed against your covered core. 

“I’m- I’m trying to be a gentleman.” Bob couldn't even look at you. He didn't want to stop. He should stop. Maybe you two could skip the Hard Deck and go out to dinner. Then he could take you home and not feel as guilty. 

“You can be a gentleman later,” by throwing your arms over his shoulder you finally had access to his neck. His skin was so soft, so delicate. How could you not sink your teeth into his neck? 

Normally you'd have better self control than this. But you were ovulating and had six months of sexual frustrations and wet dreams- 

“You had dreams about me?” Uh-oh. That wasn't meant to be said out loud. Granted, maybe it was for the best to get everything out in the open. 

Timidly nodding, you explained, “Yeah. The days I didn't sit next to you were because….I had a dream about ya the night before.” 

A band had snapped within Bob, no doubt due to the numerous times you didn't sit next to him during briefings. 

Within seconds, you found yourself on your back against the couch, the bespectacled WSO hovering over you. There was a fire flickering in his blue eyes as he remained laser focused on your face. 

“After this, you're putting this dress back on and I'm taking ya out to dinner, is that clear?” his voice was gruff and deep, similar to when he did a hundred pushes that one day (that you definitely didn't think about while masturbating). 

Chest heaving, dress pushed up to your upper thighs, lips kiss bitten, God, you looked like an angel to Bob. He remembered learning about angels in church growing up. How pious they were, that seeing them was a sign of comfort, that they would guide one to safety, to a holy life. 

There was nothing holy about what he wanted to do to you. 

His mouth was hot, searing kisses along your skin. Your back arched into him, desperate for me. But he always seemed to pull away before you could get enough. Would you? Ever get enough of Bob Floyd? 

Finding an answer would have to wait, for now you wanted to relish in the feeling of Bob’s hands kneading your breasts. It was obvious you weren't wearing a bra, a fact Bob ob had spent forty minutes trying not to think about. He still felt a smidge of guilt, as though the newly drawn line between friends and more hadn’t quite sunk in yet. Was he even supposed to be doing this?

“You can keep going. I want you to.” You sensed his hesitation. In all the time you knew Bob, he had never taken someone home for a one night stand. He wasn’t like that. He needed time to build a connection, to feel comfortable enough to be himself. That’s why he loved spending time with you. With you, there was no need to put up a front, no need to be fearful of judgement. 

“And then afterwards, we can order some Thai food and continue watching the episode, if you want. Or we can just do that now,” your hands cradled his jaw, gently forcing him to look at you. He found a sweet, reassuring smile, similar to the one that made him smitten six months ago. 

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” Bob could be blunt, and often was when it came to his colleague’s shenanigans. But with his own feelings? He always chose his words carefully. 

Hence why his admission took you some time to process. Bob could see it on your face; first your eyes widened, lips slightly parting as if driven by the need to respond immediately. But then your lips closed, your brain quickly gaining back self control. 

“I’m falling in love with you too Robby.” You were the only one who could call him that. It was that familiarity, that intimacy, that gave him the courage to move his hands to your hemline up to your hips, revealing the thin, lacy red fabric underneath. 

You were breathtaking. Always were. But this? This solidified things for Bob. You two had made a step forward in your relationship. Many things would still be the same. But there were now new things to experience. Simply another layer of intimacy had been added.

His long fingers skimmed over the fabric of your panties, every touch sending a spark of electricity along your spine. Every stroke caused a small gasp to fall from your lips, music to Bob’s ears. Lowering himself, Bob decorated your hips with opened mouth kisses. Finally, gaining enough courage, his fingers pushed your panties to the side. 

Fuck, you were wet. 

If there was any hesitation left in Bob, it died upon seeing how visibly aroused you were. He had done that. No one else. Lowering himself even more, he was now at eye level with your wet cunt. This wasn’t some vivid wet dream. 

When his touch licked a broad stripe up your slit, a broken moan fell from your lips, echoing off the walls. It was the prettiest sound Bob had heard. He wanted to hear it again. All the time. 

With more confidence, Bob begins lapping up your arousal, determined to taste every inch of you. His fingers dig into your thighs, pulling you closer. Looking down, you see his glasses are now crooked, though you highly doubt Bob cares, given how his eyes are half closed in pleasure. 

Wait, was he grinding against the couch? 

The discovery caused your thighs to clamp over Bob’s ears, your hips thrusting upwards to get more of his talented tongue. Bob wasn't reserved around you, never had been. But this was a new side to him that you had wondered if it ever existed. Animalistic. Devouring. Loud. 

His groans vibrate against your core, only heightening the pleasure. Slowly, his right hand goes from your hips to your core, mouth moving to your clit as the long digits trace your opening. 

“Oh my God, please,” you all but beg, not quite ready to admit how often you thought about his fingers and how they would feel inside of you.

Always thinking about your comfort, Bob started off with just one finger. You tried to fuck yourself with it, your own fingers gripping the soft strands of his hair for better leverage. The thought of making you beg crossed Bob’s mind. Would you like that? Would you be open to that? There were so many new topics to discuss, so many new boundaries to explore now. 

You happily welcomed the stretch of two, three fingers. Bob found the little moans you let out to be quite adorable. He could feel his cock throb against his jeans, but pleasing you took priority. 

“C’mon honey. Wanna feel you come on my fingers.” His voice was low, husky even. 

“C-can you be inside me? Like your…your cock?” A broken groan fell from Bob’s lips at the very thought of being inside of you. 

“I don't….I don't think I'll last long,” he admitted sheepishly. Hell, he could probably come just from eating you out. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. In fact, it sounded pretty good- bringing himself to the height of pleasure just from ravishing you. 

“I don't think I will either,” you giggled, “But we’ll….we have lots of other times to go slow.” 

Bob helped you sit up on the couch. “You wanna go to the bedroom?” He asked, thinking about how this could be more comfortable for you. 

Instead, you shook your head, hands moving to his jeans, hastily undoing the buttons. 

Now it was your turn to explore, to discover. There was a dark trail of hair that went past the waistband of his jeans. He wore boxer briefs. And Bob Floyd had the prettiest cock. 

His face turned bright red at the compliment, “Oh it's…I mean it's like fine, but it's not-” 

“Take the damn compliment Robert,” you all but scolded, eliciting a laugh from him, your favorite. The high pitch, near giggle one. The one that made your heart flutter. 

Feeling at ease, you moved so that you were hovering over Bob’s lap. Your fingers moved to the base of his cock, making you realize you would have to ease yourself into it. 

“I gotcha,” his hands found your hips, slowly easing you down. His sapphire eyes never left your face, searching for any sign of discomfort. He went slow, waiting until you made it vocally known you were ready for more. 

By the time you reached the base of Bob’s cock, you were a mess. You wanted him to move, to fuck you within an inch of your life. But he was also so big. The stretch was nothing you had experienced before. 

“Hey, we can take our time, okay? I know it's, that it's a lot,” he assured you, as though he could sense your internal conflict. His lips found yours, and in that kiss you found comfort. Bob grounded you, always had, whether it was up in the air or right here on your couch. 

How much time had passed, who was to say? You could recall both your phones vibrating a few times, no doubt messages from the rest of your squad. Those messages could wait. 

“I think I'm ready,” you whispered against Bob’s lips. He needed, digging his fingers into your hips to gain a better grip. With his help, you lifted yourself no more than a couple of inches off his cock, returning to the base. 

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Bob moaned. You just made Bob Floyd curse. Something not even a bird strike could do. That four letter word gave you the confidence to lift your hips up on your own accord, returning swiftly. Slowly, just an inch or two, which became several inches. Up and down motions turned to swiveling your hips in a circular rhythm. What was once a quiet living room, saved for a few small gasps and the static from the TV, had now become a symphony of melodic pants and groans. 

Bob could tell you were close. Your pussy was tightening around his cock more and more, your fingers dug into his broad shoulders, as if trying to anchor yourself. You practically whined at the sight of Bob taking two fingers into his mouth, wetting them with his tongue. He lowered them to where your bodies connected. 

Upon first contact with your clit, your head dropped to the crook of his neck, unabashedly moaning his name, hips moving in a now frantic motion. 

“That's it, I gotcha.” Fuck, we he going to talk you through it? Was Bob Floyd a talker? Ironic, considering at work he was known as a man of few words. 

“Feels s’good, being inside ya.” Fuck, he was a talker. You were doomed, “Wanna, wanna make us cum. Bet ya gonna feel even better when ya soak- fuck- soak my cock.” 

Your brain was hazy. Was this real? If it was a vivid wet dream, you never wanted to wake up. Was it wrong to hope that you were in a medically induced coma, so that if this  was indeed a dream, you wouldn’t have to wake up so soon? Surely, your friends and family would understand upon meeting Bob. 

Then he pointedly thrusted his hips upwards, reminding you that no, this wasn’t a dream. No, you wouldn’t wake up feeling frustrated and unable to look him in the eye. After this, you two could go out to eat, on a real date. Not some hey let’s get dinner that feels like a date in everything except in name. You could also order delivery and cuddle up on the couch. Maybe you could even shower with him beforehand, and see his bare body, find out what was truly hiding underneath that flight suit. Oh, he was deceptively strong, you always knew that. But to see it, to feel the hard planes of his muscles? Oh, that would be quite the joy to experience. 

“Sweet girl,” you clenched at that nickname, you wanted him to continue calling you that for eternity, “Let go. Know ya want it.”

“I-I do,” you all but whined. Bob found the noise cute. What other sounds did you make? What would you sound like if he kept fucking you after you came? What about if he ate you out for hours? Or teased you until you were teetering on the edge?

There were so many questions, so many areas to explore. But for now, Bob was satisfied with experiencing how tightly you clenched his cock, how you practically sang his name as you came. Your release triggered his, pulling your hips down until they were flushed against his. His lips smashed against yours, swallowing your moans. 

Then there was silence. No words spoken. Only the sounds of panting, you both clearly trying to catch your breath, and kisses exchanged, ones that neither of you could resist giving. 

Realization hits you like a freight train. “I’m on birth control.”

Bob’s eyes widened, “Oh thank God.” He was usually so good about asking, about pulling out. But you….you made his brain feel like cotton. 

“You saying you don’t want to have kids with me?” You giggled, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek to let him know you were only saying it in jest. 

“Not yet.” You sat up to find he had an earnest smile on his face, cheeks rosy and eyes shining in adornment. 

Bob Floyd was going to be the death of you. 

So you brushed several strands of sandy brown hair off of his forehead, replacing them with a kiss, "Gotta get me a ring first."

Luckily, you were going to be the death of Bob Floyd.

[layla4567]

TEASE . bob , sentry

NOTE : this was really self indulgent sorry guys

“b—babe.”

“hm? what’s wrong?”

oh you knew exactly what the problem was.

but you couldn’t help but tease him, his voice sounded so sweet when he was worked up.

having one of, if not the strongest man falling apart underneath you just from the slightest touch?

it made you feel elated.

“such a, hah—!”

you moved your hips again, grinding over bob’s lap, making the poor man’s hands twitch at his sides.

his head rolled back, eyes closed, teeth biting into his bottom lip — the sight alone made you hold back your own moans.

your lips trailed up bob’s neck, leaving wet kisses on the skin as you brushed against his face, lips now inches away from his ear.

“sound so, so pretty for me.”

god, he could’ve came right there in his pants.

“y—you’re so,”

another move of your hips cut bob off, his breath hitching, hands shooting up to grab your waist, holding your body in place.

sometimes you forgot just how strong he was, his grip on you borderline painful, nails digging into the fabric of your— his shirt.

“stop moving, please—,”

“or what, hm?”

you attempted to shift on his lap again, but the hands still at your waist tightened, bob’s flushed expression looking up at yours.

“bein’ s—serious, babe; don’t move—.”

he sounded so precious when he got strict with you, trying to compose himself from getting even more worked up.

unfortunately for bob, you loved getting him all riled up.

“don’t move? like this—,”

your next movements were hard, your clothed warmth dragging directly across bob’s crotch, his cock straining against his sweatpants.

his eyes rolled back into his skull, hands twitching against your skin as you didn’t let up, now grinding into him over and over again.

“so pent up, aren’t you?”

“no—, shit,”

your lips connected to his neck, sucking the flesh, teeth grazing it just slightly, leaving the skin a deep shade of purple.

“that’s—!”

his hips moved up into yours, pressing against you, making you the one holding back a whine for the first time thus far.

bob paused for a minute, the sound of you whining triggering something within the man.

so, he did it again, moving his lower half slightly in tune with your movements, watching the way your tensed up, tongue sticking into the inside of your cheek.

“i—if ‘m pent up then—,”

one of his hands trailed up your side, thumb grazing over one of your hardened buds peeking through your shirt.

“what does that m—make you?”

your jaw fell open just a smidge, the feeling of him grazing your chest sending waves down to your cunt.

“shut u—up.”

oh, he heard that little stutter.

“always teasin’ me for b—bein’ desperate,”

his hand now fully rested on your chest, squeezing the flesh in his palm, a gentle smile on his face.

“w—when you’re just as worked up.”

you couldn’t help the whimper that slipped from you, head falling into the crook of bob’s neck, biting into your tongue.

“not t—true, you’re the one, fuck—!”

bob’s other hand not working on your chest had trailed down to your underwear, his thumb circling the drenched fabric.

“you’re soaked, babe.”

“a—and you’re hard.”

you let one of your hands fall into his lap, cupping his cock in your palm, giving it a squeeze, making the man hiss out a groan.

the two of you kept up with the other, bob’s hand working on your clit while you palmed his cock, your moans being the only sounds present in the room.

a small wet spot started to soak through the fabric of bob’s pants, making you let out a shaky laugh.

“so cute, leaking through your pants.”

bob swallowed a whine, trying to focus on drawing you closer to your release, his fingers coated in a layer of your arousal.

“s—says you,”

he stopped his movements for a moment, lifting his fingers between you two, spreading them, showing the way your slick stuck to the skin.

“you’re drippin’ onto m—me.”

the loss of friction on your cunt made you jerk your hips, searching for something to rub against.

“a—awh look at that,”

bob whispered, his face inching towards yours slowly, dipping down to your neck.

“you want my fingers again?”

“don’t need them—.”

he chuckled, kissing the skin on your neck before pulling away, eyes staring into your own.

“then you won’t mind if i,”

his hand wrapped around the wrist of your hand on his cock, gently pulling it away, watching the way your eyebrows furrowed at his actions.

“what are you d—doing?”

he only smiled at you, his hands resting on your hips before lifting you from his lap, placing you infront of him.

“hey—!”

bob stood from his spot on the couch, leaning down to leave a sweet kiss on your lips, a hand ruffling the hair on the top of your head.

“sorry babe, forgot walker wanted me to handle something.”

“w—walker? hey, don’t leave me here!”

you stomped after the man, a mantra of whines about of much of a tease he was following suit.

he turned around, a satisfied grin plastered on his face.

“well, since you said you didn’t need my fingers—,”

bob leaned down, mouth level to your ear, taking a shaky breath before speaking up.

“you can get yourself off, yeah?”

[layla4567]

Fierce and Warm

Summary: Valentina had called you to the tower, why? You didn't know, you just wanted to rescue Bob, but oh surprise, it seems someone had gone ahead. And now someone won't let you go so easily. Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut and suggestive, p in v, Sentry being possessive and a little rude, maybe ooc, thunderbolts spoilers, curse words, fights, hickeys, arguing, sexual tension, oral sex (fem recieving), beta read Word count: 4k

The elevator doors glided open, and you all filed out, your faces sour. The woman with white locks was already waiting for you with a glass of bubbly champagne and a confidential, white-toothed smile, an almost cat-like smile, as if her favorite prey had fallen into the trap.

"Ah! Just the people I wanted to see, it's good to know everyone is here. Oh but wait" She paused and pretended to count the members of the group on one finger, then faked a sad face "Taskmaster is missing! It's a shame.."

They all rolled their eyes, as if they didn't know that was exactly what she was expecting.

"Anyway those things happen, don't they? Now, I never thought you'd form a group and against me!" Valentina put a hand to her chest theatrically. "So, who's the leader? Little Belova, perhaps?" she said, pointing at her.

"Eat shit, Valentina"

The woman shook her head disapprovingly. "That's not manners, Yelena."

"Alright, enough. Why did you bring us here?" John said impatiently.

"Oh, I see Captain America Second Class is anxious," she laughed mockingly.

John was about to pull out his pistol when Bucky's authoritative voice calling his name made him stop. The man with the metal arm approached Valentina and slowly took the glass from her. She didn't resist; she seemed to have everything under control, as if she knew something they didn't. An ace up her sleeve, the final card to play.

"You'll tell us where Bob is. Now."

Bucky's fist tried to get close to the woman's face, but no matter how hard he tried to reach her, the blow never landed. His arm hung in the air as if a magnet were pulling it back. She smiled with satisfaction.

"Just in time, thanks Bob" Valentina looked up the stairs as a man's footsteps approached coming down.

The man they'd previously known as Bob was now some sort of muscular, blond superhero in a honey-gold suit with an S on his belt. We all walked over to them, confused.

"You wanted to see Bob, well here he is. Or rather, Sentry."

This "Sentry" looked at everyone as if apologizing, especially at you.

"What the fuck is this, Valentina?" you said, half annoyed and half confused.

"Isn't it obvious? The new superhero the city needs, of course. And they all look like classic superheroes," she said, pointing at Bob's blond hair.

"It was her idea," the man said, touching his hair shyly.

Before Bucky could say anything Valentina stepped forward, looked at Sentry and exclaimed "Sentry, I want you to get rid of these criminals"

Criminals. The word tasted like bitter acid in your mouth, and you wrinkled your nose in disgust. You were as respectable as any other heroes. Yelena looked at Bob, trying to persuade him.

"Don't listen to her, she's using you. Come with us."

He looked hesitantly at his boss and then at Yelena. He found himself at a crossroads, between a rock and a hard place. "I'm really sorry. I don't want to hurt you guys. Why don't you give up without a fight?" he proposed conciliatorily.

"Come on Bobby, you don't have to do this," said John.

Hearing that nickname made Bob shift, his face twisted slightly in a sneer, and his gaze hardened. Then he looked at John with his head held high, menacingly. "Call me Sentry."

Only you noticed this subtle change. Now Bob was gone and Sentry had taken his place, all because of John's asshole. You angrily elbowed him in the ribs, and he looked at you, furious and confused. When you turned your gaze to Sentry, he had already fixed his gaze on you. He was studying you with his head slightly tilted, and you could swear his eyes were burning your retinas from how deeply he was observing you, as if he wanted to penetrate your soul.

Alexei had lost his patience and shouted in a guttural, stale growl, "I'M TIRED OF THIS!"

Then he jumped to reach Sentry and with a simple movement of his outstretched arm he sent him flying through the window where it crashed into a thousand pieces. It was done, war had been declared. There was no other option but to fight. Ava teleported near him but Sentry was faster and moved with the same speed behind her and with a kick he slammed her into the wall. Sentry seemed to copy the skills of the others. When it was John Walker's turn, he began to shoot to kill but the blond man stopped each and every one of them with his hand, he was indestructible and impossible to stop. However, US agent did not give up and when he tried to stop a blow from Sentry with his shield, he folded it as if it were origami, leaving it in the shape of a taco.

"No!" Yelena exclaimed and jumped to Sentry's neck, straddling him and electrocuting him with her bracelets. But the man didn't flinch and grabbed her by the back of her suit and threw her to the side like a rag bag. You were the only one left to attack. You looked at him trying to think what to do, how to defeat him? He defended himself with the skill of a martial artist and had the strength of a thousand lions. Sentry looked at you curiously, waiting for your best blow, simply waiting calmly.

You mentally reviewed all your best moves and acrobatics, but you knew you needed to distract him to give yourself time to attack him, but how? You approached him slowly and cautiously. The blond man, attentive to your movements, tensed slightly.

"Sentry... or Bob whoever's listening, I just want to talk." You raised your hands in a sign of redemption.

You kept moving forward slowly while he looked at you, tilting his head. "Just talking? Are you sure?" he asked suspiciously.

You nodded, now standing half a meter away from him. Sentry narrowed his eyes. "I don't care what you have to say, you won't be able to convince me to let you live."

"I wouldn't be so sure.. remember what we talked about in the vault?"

Sentry's expression didn't flinch, and he answered no. "Really? You've told me things about yourself, like your favorite color or your fear of heights." You desperately tried to get that sweet man out, who you knew was hiding, struggling to get out.

He clenched his jaw. "That was Bob, not me," he said in disgust.

You moved much closer to him, placing a hand on his abs. Sentry followed your hand and watched as it rested on his abdomen. “But I know he’s still there, he’s always there. Don’t you want to let him out? So we can talk? I know he wants to, and maybe you do too.” You dared to place a fearful hand under his jaw while giving him your best flirtatious look, blinking intensely.

For a moment, Sentry seemed to hesitate, his sapphire eyes fixed on yours. He took your hand, which you placed on his face, caressing it lightly. When you thought the battle was already won, you tried to raise a leg, aiming it at his neck, but he was faster and stopped it by grabbing your ankle tightly.

"Really, how stupid do you think I am?" His words were mocking but his tone was cold and his face serious.

With a quick movement he bent your foot, causing you to cry out in pain, and threw you against a column, causing some rubble and cement to fall.

Now Sentry directed his attention toward you. There was something dark in his gaze. He had seemed so docile before, but now beneath that skin and blue eyes, something more dominant and hungry loomed. He watched you crawl, your back arched like a cat on the floor, in pain. Sentry followed your every movement, studying it with attention like a map. With effort and between gasps, you stood up, limping slightly. You were preparing to attack when he came flying toward you quickly. With his hand, he grabbed your neck and slammed you against the wall, cornering you with his body, with no way out.

You gasped, but his grip wasn't suffocating yet, his fingers wrapping around your throat as you struggled and he held onto your wrist, trying to escape. He smirked.

"Look at you, poor Y/N thought she could surpass a god like me." His eyes stared at you and then studied your face. Sentry clicked his tongue, shaking his head slightly. "So innocent, so pretty." His blue orbs slid towards your chapped lips as his body pressed more against yours predatorily.

He brought his face dangerously close to yours, his nose brushing your cheek as his hot breath hit your ear. “Did you think I’d submit to you?” His eyes were fixed on your mouth. “Make no mistake, I’m the one in control here,” he growled huskily, his fingers lightly squeezing your throat, testing the waters. You let out a whimper, and he smiled darkly, enjoying it.

The others seemed to watch the scene helplessly. Sentry's mouth rested on your cheek, sliding it against your jaw. "Now I understand why Bob likes you. Look what you do to him, with your angel face and goddess body," he purred. Suddenly, you felt his crotch harden against your pelvis, making you gasp. It seemed that all of Bob's most lustful desires were manifesting in Sentry, his more confident and self-assured other self. You felt dirty and self-conscious before this very public scene where you were supposed to be there to attack Sentry (or for him to kill you), however, you couldn't help but feel heat on your skin.

You tried to reason with him, "Bob, please. I know you're there. You don't want to do this."

Something seemed to change in his expression, but it was only for a moment. Sentry ran his tongue over his lips as he laughed. He then became serious and slammed you against the wall once more. You moaned in pain. The blond man whispered in your ear, "Bob isn't here to save you, honey."

His hand on your throat was already hurting and before he could knock you out Bucky took off his jacket and prepared to hit him, this made Sentry let go of you as you fell like a dead weight catching your breath. When Bucky punched with his metal arm Sentry easily stopped him by taking it out and throwing him to the ground.

Bucky's arm was slightly fused at the knuckles. Did Sentry have heat vision now too? Great. The scene was a mess. We were all a mess, bleeding and in pain. Sentry looked at each of us, pausing for a few seconds to study our faces. Valentina came out of hiding like the cowardly wuss she was and started clapping happily. We all got up and crawled toward the elevator with what little strength we had left. Sentry looked only at you before the doors closed.

"That was quite a show," Valentina said, laughing in amazement. "But you haven't finished your job. You should have killed them."

Sentry slowly turned to her with a sneer. "Why? Why should a god take orders from a mere mortal?"

He approached Valentina menacingly as she walked backwards. "Well, the word God is a bit ambitious, don't you think?"

Sentry laughed bitterly. "You won't be ordering me around anymore."

He then grabbed Valentina by the neck and threw her against the minibar. Her head hit the edge with a loud thud, and she fell unconscious to the floor. The blond man then began to float and flew through the broken video window. Below, the group discussed the situation in exasperation.

"We suck" said Yelena

"Yes, especially you, who got a harder beating than me." Ava spat

"Yes, Ava, I already know and I'm sorry! I know I'm terrible at what I do, okay? I don't need you to remind me!" Yelena cried, on the verge of tears.

"Ok stop, please. There's no point in arguing now" you begged hating to see them fight

"And what about you? What the hell was that plan? Seducing him to hit you more gently?" John mockingly commented, addressing you.

"At least I DID have a plan. I wanted to distract him. And it worked better for me than it did for you. Tell that to your taco-shield"

Before John could retort angrily, Alexei stopped them, arguing that now was the time when we needed to stick together the most. Bucky, for the first time, agreed with him and suggested that we go home and think things over; there was nothing we could do now anyway. Everyone nodded, and each of them went their separate ways.

Back in your apartment, your suit was sloppily draped over the back of a chair, and your boots were lazily resting on the floor next to the bed. You stood on your balcony, watching the sun set over the horizon, holding a cup of tea. The warm steam rose to your nasal passages, tickling and comforting you. You sighed, leaning against the railing, thinking about everything that had gone wrong. What kind of group were you all? One that only knew how to lose. You weren't even sure you were heroes anymore.

But most of all, you couldn't stop thinking about Sentry or Bob. Bob or Sentry? Ugh. You shook your head in confusion, trying to sort through your thoughts. You didn't know who was who anymore. With one free hand, you ran your fingers through the front of your hair, exposing your forehead for a moment. Sentry's carnal desires had caused a strange, burning, and itching sensation under your skin. Were those desires really his or Bob's, wanting to loosen up? But weren't they basically the same person? Tired of dwelling on the matter, you turned around, leaving the cup on the small table and heading for the bed.

Suddenly, something alerted you: a presence behind you. You spun around quickly and let out a shriek. Sentry was levitating on the balcony. He had approached silently, searching for you. Why? You stayed put, but he floated forward and entered the apartment, landing on the ground. His presence was more imposing than Bob's; his muscles seemed to tense with every movement he made, his posture erect, and his steps slow but steady. And his gaze was predatory. He wanted something, something from you. You tried to swallow nervously, trying to look away.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you have enough of making us suffer?"

Hearing that, Sentry turned his eyes to your ankle and noticed it was bandaged and slightly swollen, your foot barely touching the ground. The blond man tilted his head from side to side like a slow, precise pendulum, searching for the right words to come out of his mouth.

"You know, you've got nerve. You seem like the only useful one in your group of mediocre people."

You laughed with irony and bitterness "Well, thank you. Was that a compliment?"

Sentry didn't answer, just kept moving until he was standing right in front of you. His eyes scanned your face, resting on your hair or your eyes, scanning you shamelessly.

"If I came here it's for a reason. Not many people manage to surprise me. But you... you're different."

You didn't realize how tall he was until he was standing very close to you, looking down at you like a shadow looming over you, a carrion bird watching its prey. You felt like a mouse staring at a cat with no hope of escape. His eyes held so much power over you, with that slightly yellow halo over that navy blue, that you had to duck your head and close your eyes.

Sentry raised his hand and held your jaw, forcing you to look at him, lightly pressing his fingers on your cheeks, making you pout. "Look at me when I talk to you." he replied in an almost guttural tone.

"I admit your attempts to trick me were almost... cute." he smirked.

You listened to him attentively, wanting to understand where he was going, and in this position, you had no other option. "Ever since that fight, you've awakened something in me, little thing. I don't know what it is, but it feels as hot as lava." he growled lasciviously.

His hand moved down from your jaw to the base of your neck near your collarbones, caressing them with his thumb, a little hard for your liking.

"Do you know what that feels like? Something bubbling up in your stomach and burning?" he growled through gritted teeth. "And not being able to do anything to control it... oh wait, I think I can do something."

Without warning, his hand gripped the back of your neck and he pulled you in for a kiss, making you gasp in surprise. You placed your hands on his chest, trying to push him away and steady yourself, but his grip was strong. The kiss was fierce and hungry, making your teeth crash against his. He exploded at your tongue with his mouth open, asserting and imposing dominance over you. You didn't know why, but it excited you slightly, and you brought your hands to his hair, pulling on it, making him moan into your mouth. His humming vibrated inside your lips. Suddenly, he pulled away, leaving a string of saliva hanging down until it broke; he was panting.

"Now do you understand what you're doing to me?"

Without waiting for an answer, he held your waist, digging his fingers in, causing you to moan. He lifted you up to sit you on your pine dresser. He easily opened your legs and positioned himself between them, still holding your hips. Sentry began kissing your neck, pressing down hard like a leech. Your hands moved on his shoulders on their own; you didn't even think about what you were doing; it was all pure inertia.

"I could kill you right now, but somehow I can't" He said between growls against your skin. His hot saliva combined with his breath tickled where he spoke and kissed. Your eyes rolled back involuntarily as you moaned softly. His body so close to yours and his hands kneading the flesh of your waist caused palpitations in your center that already felt damp against the fabric of your panties. Suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder. Sentry had bitten you, leaving a hickey that soon turned red-purple.

The blond man continued kissing your collarbones, occasionally running his hot tongue over your bones as if you were a popsicle, making you shudder. And when he no longer had room because of your clothes, he ripped them off, leaving your chest and bra exposed. Taking advantage of this release, he kissed the exposed part of your breasts and their curvature in front, leaving another mischievous mark with his white teeth. You threw your head back, letting out a pained moan mixed with a moan of pleasure. Your hands were now on his broad back, caressing it and wanting to scratch it, but the fabric prevented you.

"You-your suit.." you moaned

"What? You want to take it out of me?" He smiled mischievously.

You nodded vigorously with drunken eyes, thirsty for him, for the feel of him. Sentry guided your fingers to the zipper at the back of his neck, helping you open it. With his help, you exposed his entire chest and torso, pulling the suit down to his hips, also exposing his V-line. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his sculpted body, while your cheeks turned a light pink.

He kept smiling and you bit your lip, reaching out to touch his six-pack, but he stopped you. "I didn't tell you you could touch." You let out a frustrated, pleading whimper, but he ignored it and moved down to your stomach, leaving wet kisses. His fingers hooked into your pants and pulled them down, exposing your sticky underwear.

"Already so wet just from a few kisses? Pathetic human."

You blushed but couldn't say anything because with his fingers he burned and melted your panties, freeing your pussy, which he quickly began to massage with his tongue. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt his saliva on your clit and his tongue lapping and swirling over your folds. He was possessed, tasting and devouring you, but he knew what he was doing, oh boy did he. You couldn't remember the last time someone made you feel like this. Sentry murmured unintelligible things against your wet, dripping center. Your breathing quickened, and you tugged at his hair and shoulders, unable to stay still. With each swirl of his tongue, your back arched, and a torrent of moans fell from your lips.

Your thighs trembled with fatigue. You were about to cum. You felt it, and so did Sentry. Because he began to suck on your clitoris while his thumb opened your folds and massaged them. It was the straw that broke the camel's back. Your hips contracted like ocean waves toward his mouth, begging for more until a liquid shot out, staining his lips, leaving you exhausted.

Sentry stood up, looking at you, satisfied that he'd left you a trembling mess as he wiped his lips and lightly licked his fingers, still tasting you. Your hair now stuck to the back of your sweaty neck, while some clung to your forehead, your face and chest slightly flushed, perfect for him.

"That was... unbelievable.." you said panting and tired

"Was? who said i'm done?"

You opened your eyes wide, not believing what he was saying. For his part, he had completely pulled down his suit, sliding it down his toned legs along with his boxers, freeing his choice. You couldn't sigh at the sight of his length. The man didn't waste a second and lined himself up inside you. First, just the tip to see your expression; you closed your eyes, opening your mouth with a muffled moan. Then he entered completely, adjusting his hands on your hips. Your walls embraced his member perfectly, as if they were always waiting for him. It couldn't be said that Sentry was someone gentle or delicate; his thrusts were bestial, and he fucked you as if you were going to faint at any moment. Your nails dug mercilessly into his now exposed back, which contracted as you felt your claws scratch his skin. You clung to his shoulders like a lifeline, and your mouth filled his ear with moans, which only encouraged Sentry to thrust harder inside you.

Pelvis against pelvis, you tried to keep up with his rhythm, rocking your hips back and forth in a controlled motion, but his hips just wanted to fill you. They were erratic and fast, with no sense of rhythm. His pelvis seemed to want to establish dominance over yours, wanting to be in control. You bit his shoulder to resist his thrust, eliciting a grunt and a moan from him. The room filled with gasps and moans as Sentry's force shook the dresser, which hit the wall with loud thuds, knocking over everything on it and around it. The walls seemed to shake like an earthquake, the force of the animal in front of you and inside you, called The Sentry.

"P-please.. I can't!" you begged on the verge of exhaustion

"No. I know you can, just a little more." He growled

Sweat was beginning to take its toll on you, and your vision was blurring like a nebula. You felt his member growing stiffer between your walls as you pressed harder and harder, an almost painful tug. His thrusts, if erratic before, were now more clumsy, varying in pace; he was about to cum. You don't know when it happened, but when you closed your eyes, you felt a warm liquid inside you mixing with your own, running down your thighs, burning with fatigue. When Sentry pulled away, you were both panting, but only you, on the verge of collapse. Your whole body was trembling, unable to support yourself. You tried to get off the counter, and when you were almost about to fall, he quickly held you in his arms.

"Easy now" he said incredibly softly

He placed you on your bed, and you managed to cover your bare area with the sheet while he pulled up his suit and zipped it up. You could see something change in his expression. Was it... Bob wanting to get out? Looking at you?

"I... should go" he said as he began to float towards the balcony

But before leaving, with his authoritative voice he exclaimed again, "Not a word of this to your group. Do you understand?"

He didn't need to wait for your answer or even look at you; he knew we obeyed. Despite that, you nodded behind him, and he flew off, leaving you satisfied but with that confusion that wouldn't go away, waiting to see the real Bob again to find out if he'd remember or find out about this whole sinful encounter.

[layla4567]

SFW ALPHABET // BOB

Warnings: mention of the void and mental health, and a bit of angst but mostly fluff

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

His acts of affection are subtle, shy, but full of intention and love. Sweet glances, fingers brushing yours, even always staying by your side are his way of showing that he care.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's the best friend you could ever have; he's caring and empathetic. To be honest, I imagine him doubting his feelings for you at some point in your friendship. He may eventually come to see you differently, but it will only be temporary if you're not ready for something more.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He's the little spoon. He likes to be cuddled and held in his arms to feel secure. He loves to rest his head on your body (chest, stomach, lap, legs, etc.) and feel your warmth.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Bob would love to settle down with you, but it'll be a struggle at first. As for housework, well, we know from his past that he tried to be helpful around the house so as not to incur his father's wrath. Because of that, Bob might not really enjoy washing dishes or sweeping the house, so if you can, always help out, even with cooking, to make the chores more enjoyable.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Please don't, don't break up with him, that will only make the void in him harder to control. I don't think he would be able to break up with you either, if he feels that you are in danger because of him maybe he will just distance himself a little and become indifferent to you (even if it breaks his heart). He will only break up with you as a last option if he sees that being with you is already too risky (although he will probably regret it later and realize that it wasn't the best idea, eventually you will get back together)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I feel like he doesn't think much about it, of course he imagines a whole life by your side but they are more fantasies than anything else. He really doesn't feel ready to marry you (not that he doesn't want to though) but first he has to get his life in order.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's like a teddy bear, he's so concerned about other people's feelings. He doesn't want anything bad to happen to anyone, both physically and emotionally. He'd stop a bullet for you (literally).

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He seeks out hugs like a lost puppy. The best moment is when he rests his face in the crook of your neck. He'll wrap his arms around your neck or waist, even kneel and hug your torso, burying his face in your belly like a child. No matter what, he always wants to be close to you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He doesn't do it, lol. In fact, you're the first to say I love you. The group insisted that he confess once and for all, but he didn't dare, so you got tired of waiting and took the first step.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

No, he's not jealous, just insecure. Maybe that insecurity creates a small sense of jealousy, but it's more in the sense that he doesn't feel like he has enough of your love, and when he sees you too close to someone else, he sometimes wonders what you've ever seen in himself and if he's valuable enough for you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are soft, like you're being kissed by a rose with its petals. His lips always rest on yours gently and timidly, testing the waters. Unless he hasn't seen you in a while, his kisses will be desperate and a little clumsy.

L = Little ones (How are they around children? Do they want children?)

It's a tough question. At first, I imagine him behaving a bit akward around children; it's not that he doesn't like them, but he doesn't know how to handle them. Now, Bob doesn't see himself as a father, and he hasn't considered having children (at least not yet). He's so afraid that his herald will inherit his demons that he's not sure he can do his job well. However, neither of you will pressure the other, and if the opportunity ever arises, he'll play the better father than the one he had.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He always gets up before you and prepares breakfast. You always ask him to wake you up when he wakes up, but he never does. He doesn't want to bother you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

They are somewhat restless because he has trouble falling asleep and sometimes has nightmares, but if you hug him at night everything is better for him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Bob is reserved; he doesn't tell anyone everything right away. He had to make sure he could trust his new family to reveal things about his past, things that were painful to share, but you were always there to listen without judgment. The more he trusts the person, the more he'll tell.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Man, this brunette is the definition of patience; in fact, he feels like others sometimes have to be patient with him. Bob will only get angry if you treat him disrespectfully (bad for you), so I recommend being nice to him, or you might wake up the Sentry (or worse, the Void).

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Bob remembers EVERYTHING, and in great detail. And he's like that with everyone, not just his S/O. He remembers when Ava told him she was allergic to cats, or when Yelena told him she broke her leg playing soccer. He may seem a little distracted at times, but he always remembers the things that matter to him and the things others tell him (even if they're just small, unimportant things).

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When he intertwines his hand with yours, he always yearns for your warmth, whether in public or in private. He intertwines your hand when you're on the couch, when you're walking down the street, always and everywhere.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

It's almost always Bob who needs protecting, but that doesn't mean he can't protect others; at least he tries. If he's already been able to control his other self and become Sentry, you can be sure that he'll protect you from everything and everyone. Anyway, when it's just Bob, he likes you to take care of him, but he also tries to protect you in one way or another. He just needs to have more confidence in himself, because he already has courage.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries really hard to make you feel loved, especially with the little details (he's afraid you'll leave him)

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn't worry much about it. There are days when he simply doesn't feel like getting ready, or he asks you for help with his hair. He can spend several days in the same clothes, even if the others tell him he has to shower. Well, at least since he's been with the group, he's been improving at that and tries to change every day.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yeah, I think so, but it would be like that with anyone. He doesn't want to be alone. If he's separated from you, even with the other team members, he'll feel like something's missing, like another half of his body.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He learned to knit so he could make enough blankets for everyone, especially for himself because he is sensitive to the cold.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Rude people. It's that simple. He doesn't tolerate rude or arrogant people who take advantage of others (ehem, Valentina, ehem).

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He gets up in the middle of the night when he can't sleep. At first you thought he was sleepwalking, but he's quite aware of what he's doing. When he does, he asks you to sleep with him.

[layla4567]

Hi!

So, I came across one of your works from 2023, A Whole New World, and kinda started thinking about a similar thing, but platonic. I wondered if you would be open to writing something like that? The initial premise would be the same but the dynamics would all change. Luffy meets a mermaid (but here shed be aged down to 14 or 15), and eventually she meets Shanks as well. Over time he becomes a steady, almost brotherly/mentor figure in her life, bonding over spending time with Luffy, their love for the sea, and the occasional philosphical/oddly depressing conversation when its just them. I just think it would an interesting family of dynamics. To Luffy, she seems so wise and cool, and she treats him like a little brother. Despite that, Shanks, realizes that in some ways she is still a kid; a little mermaid who just needs a little guidance. The other change is that she never develops a desire to live on land (so she stays a mermaid throughout).

I am so so sorry. Its like 10 pm and the hyperfixations are mixing with the *I need to go to sleep* thoughts, maybe THAT is how this came to be.

I also want to make it clear that I never meant to offend or criticize that original piece (A Whole New World), I think its lovely (and a lot of your other stuff is SO SO sweet), and it just inspired an idea.

So please, ignore any of this if it makes you uncomfortable or you simply just dont want to write anything like this.

Have a lovely day <3

Hi! So sorry for the late response! First of all thank you for your kind words, i'm so glad that you like my work ❤️‍🩹 so don't worry I am far from being offended. Now the second thing: I would wholeheartedly love to write your request. I think it's truly interesting, but for now I don't think it's possible. You see, I jump from fandom to fandom like a butterfly from flower to flower 😅, right now my interests lie elsewhere (I started writing about Marvel again after years). So if you're still here or stop by my profile from time to time, I'll take your request into account for the future. I just ask for your patience in return.

Thank you again for appreciating my writings and I'm sorry I can't fulfill your wish now.

Please take care and have a nice day/night <3

[layla4567]

Thunderbolts react to: entering your room when you're changing

BUCKY: *bursts in and sees you in your underwear, immediately closes his eyes and gets ready to leave* "Shit! Sorry, but next time lock the door" *leaves without looking at you again*

AVA: *walks in and grimaces* "Ugh, don't you know the doors are locked? I'll be back in three minutes." *walks away, shaking her head*

ALEXEI: *walks in slamming the door and laughing* "Oh I'm so sorry Y/N!! *slams the door and yells* "Y/N IS CHANGING, DON'T ENTER THEIR ROOM!"

JOHN: *walks in casually opening the door and jumps* "Fuck, don't leave the door ajar if you're changing, damn it!" *closes the door angrily and exclaims* "Does no one know how to lock the door here?!"

BOB: *walks in slowly wanting to ask you something* "Hey Y/n I- *looks at you for a second and quickly covers his eyes scared* "OH CRAP I'M SO SORRY!!" *starts stammering apologies and excuses saying that he didn't know you were changing because the door didn't have a lock, when he wanted to close the door quickly without looking he almost caught his fingers against the frame and leave tripping*

[layla4567]

i just like the idea of protective thunderbolts

you: *accidentally bumps into someone* sorry.

random person: bitch.

thunderbolts: *appeare out of nowhere with murder in their eyes*

yelena: what the fuck did you say? our dorogoy appolgised and you have the nerve to act like that? pathetic.

ava: they probably won't repeat it now becuase they're a coward, but there are other ways in making someone talk.

john: if i bash them with my shield then im sure we'll get somewhere.

alexei: then afterwards i can kill them for being rude to our milaya

you: *to bob* aren't we going to stop them?

bob: *holding you to his chest, rubbing your back* no, let them take their time on teaching this asshole a lesson, we can go to that cat cafe that you like.

you: sounds nice. *you burrow your head into his chest*

bob: *to the thunderbolts* don't rough them up too much, i still want my turn in teaching them a lesson after all. *looks at the random with glowing eyes*

random: mercy?

bob: i think mercy is long overdue at this point. *kisses your forehead*

[layla4567]

STAY WITH ME

Bob reynolds/Sentry x Fem!reader

Summary: After leaving the vault Bob is attacked and you will have to keep him safe, is it just your protective instinct or is there something else going on?

Warnings: minor spoilers, the reader has again Wanda's powers (flight, telekinesis, etc), reference to a scene from WandaVision (I think you know which one), a little angst, Bucky and the reader have an almost brotherly relationship (like Bob and Yelena), y/n use, the reader being super protective of Bob

A/n: Sorry if I'm repetitive with that "having Wanda's powers" thing, but I love that character so much and I really feel that her magic is very cool.

We were surrounded, and the only way out unscathed was to steal a pickup truck while camouflaged with gas masks. We held Bob by the arm as he insisted we didn't need any help. Ghost was already waiting for us in the front of a truck, while John drove and Yelena sat on the other side.

You grabbed Bob by the arm and led him to the back. "Okay, now you'll stay here, don't worry, I'll come in with you too."

He nodded without saying anything as he sat down. You got in and sat across from him, closing the door. Bob looked worried and scared, so you put your hand on his knee, forcing him to look at you.

"Hey, don't worry. We've got everything under control," you smiled comfortingly.

He gave a shy smile as we prepared to leave. But we didn't expect things to get complicated. As John was about to start the truck, a soldier stopped him and asked for his ID. He said they were simply going to treat the wounded, but the soldier continued to insist on his order.

"...No"

"ugh you already screwed up" yelena said

You closed your eyes and covered your face with one hand, irritated. You'd forgotten that with John in charge, nothing could be simple; the idiot was arrogant and rude. You hadn't noticed Bob looking at them doubtfully, seemingly planning something. You noticed him start to get up from his seat, and you quickly stopped him.

"No wait! Please don't take unnecessary risks" you whispered pleadingly.

John and the soldier continued arguing while you watched them closely. At one point, the man threatened to open the door to force us out. Bob, with a confidence he'd never seen before, quickly opened the door, grabbed a machine gun, and ran out. Frightened, you couldn't help but scream.

"No! What are you doing?!"

The others shouted at him that he was dangerous, but that didn't stop him. Bob stood in front of the snipers, firing his weapon into the sky, creating a distraction. Without thinking twice, you also jumped out to try to prevent disaster. When the soldiers fired their weapons, you quickly created a shield with your hands, trying to stop the bullets, but unfortunately, there were too many, and you didn't see them coming from all sides. Unable to avoid them, some of the bullets hit Bob, who fell to the ground. Valentina, seeing the scene, shouted through a walkie-talkie to stop the shooting.

You froze, as if your blood had suddenly drained away. You were pale and your hands were shaking. You couldn't save him. Yelena and the others were also in mortal shock, especially Yelena, who had taken a liking to Bob because they shared an equally tumultuous past.

"John starts the vehicle, we have to go," Ava said.

Time seemed to have stopped around you, you couldn't hear anything, not even what Ava was saying. When she saw that we weren't reacting, she exclaimed

"Don't you understand? He sacrificed himself so we could leave. Let's go"

It took everyone screaming to snap you out of your trance. When you finally woke up, you blinked several times to keep the tears from blurring your vision, and like an automaton, you ran toward the truck. Your body moved on its own, almost by inertia, but you didn't feel a thing. Bob's lifeless body passed before your eyes. You climbed into the back and sat in silence. John started the car while you tried to swallow your tears and pain. Why did his death distress you so much? You wasn't a monster; any injured person always meant a blow, but with Bob it was different. Why did it affect you so much? You couldn't know for now.

Yelena looked at me through the small window that looked into the back seats where you was sitting. She was also affected by what we had just seen. We were driving down the highway when suddenly, without warning, something crossed the sky. It looked like a light rocket heading toward the clouds. John noticed.

"Isn't that... Bob?"

Her voice pulled you violently from your thoughts as a small hope grew inside you. You urgently rushed to the truck's door and looked up as best you could. You only managed to catch a glimpse of something moving very quickly toward the stars and disappearing.

"What the hell?..."

"Do you think he'll be okay?" Ava asked.

"Well we'll find out, there he comes down" said John

"WHAT?!"

Without thinking, you opened a door of the truck to see better. It was true, Bob was plummeting and falling to the ground at high speed. Maybe he was unconscious.

"Oh no no no"

With a swift movement of your hands, you shot up into the sky where he was plummeting. You ignored the screams of the others wondering what the hell you were doing. Your mind only had one thing on my mind: Save Bob, and this time you wouldn't fail. You tried to get closer and closer to him before he hit the ground.

"No no please no"

Finally you collided with his body and held him as best you could, he was heavy but with both arms you hugged his torso taking care to continue flying

"I GOT YOU!"

Relief washed over me as you tried to calm down and come up with a plan. Meanwhile, in the van, Ava, Yelena, and John were thinking about what to do.

"What the hell is wrong with her? Why did she take that risk?" Ava said angrily.

"It's the same thing Bob did for us..." said the Russian girl

"Well, they are no longer our problem"

"Excuse me?" Yelena looked at John

"We're not a team, she don't need our help. What we had to do, we already did." And without waiting for an answer, he started the truck, driving away from there.

From the sky, you watched the truck speed away, to my misfortune. Damned bastards. You should have known better; all they know is how to look out for themselves. Barely limp, you reached a vacant lot by the side of the road with Bob, unconscious, hugging you. You fell heavily, worried, and holding the brunette's head. His face looked serene; his eyes were closed, and he wasn't even scratched, except for his torn clothes and the area around his stomach, revealing his well-formed abs. Worried about his health, you held him close, hugging him like a son.

"Bob? Bob! Please wake up, I beg you" you said, almost crying.

You held his face and stroked his cheek, hoping to wake him. He was still breathing, at least. Despite your fear, you watched his features closely, his thin lips, his square jaw. Everything about him seemed sculpted with love. You brushed strands of hair from his forehead and tucked them behind his ear. Suddenly, an idea struck you. You took out your phone and called the one person you knew would help you without a second thought.

The man with the metal arm was at a party talking to congressmen when his cell phone rang. He excused himself and went to take the call alone.

"Yeah? Y/n what's up?"

"Bucky you have to help me quickly please" you plead

Bucky became concerned by your tone of voice and became alert. "What happened? Are you hurt? Where are you?"

You almost smiled knowing that Bucky still cares about you like the first time you worked together. "I'm fine, but a civilian is injured. It's a long way to explain." You quickly told him your location.

"I'm going quickly over there, don't move from there."

A wave of relief washed over you and you smiled, moved. "Thank you so much, really."

Everything seemed to be getting better, but you heard the roar of dozens of engines. A caravan was approaching where you and Bob were. Instinctively, you brought his body closer to your chest, his face close to your neck. The black trucks surrounded you while several soldiers got out, pointing their weapons, and Valentina was at the head.

"Well, well, well. Isn't this a big surprise?" she laughed.

Your serious face preferred a threatening look to the woman who spoke haughtily. A silent oath for her to stay away as much as possible. She didn't even flinch and glanced at Bob's body, which you were trying to hide with your crouched body as a shield.

"Oh! I think you have something there I need." Valentina took a step forward but you quickly raised a hand in a stop sign while your eyes filled with orbs the color of your magic as well as your fingers.

"I'm warning you, don't take another step" you spat threateningly.

"Or what?" The woman laughed "Oh y/n you are so cute, don't try to fool anyone, you couldn't even kill a fly"

"Wanna bet?"

With a flick of your hand, you manipulated the soldiers' minds and made them point their guns at Valentina, who gasped and looked at all her soldiers. You smiled slightly.

"Don't underestimate me, Valentina. If you touch a hair on Bob's head, I'll make you pay. Every day of your miserable life will be hell on earth, I swear," you said in a serious tone.

You stopped manipulating the men's minds without stopping seeing the woman in front of you, they blinked in confusion while Valentina clenched her irritated jaw and brought the walkie talkie to her lips.

"Fine, cease fire, don't shoot. Retreat."

The soldiers were the first to climb into the truck as Valentina gave you one last malicious look before leaving. In a whisper she insulted

"Shitty brat"

You sighed tiredly, hoping Bucky wouldn't be long, while you were left alone in the middle of nowhere on a cold night. Your body was starting to shiver, but all you were worried about was making sure Bob didn't freeze, covering him with your arms, giving him warmth.

Several minutes passed, and your hopes were beginning to wane, but thank God Bucky arrived in his car to pick them up. You smiled tiredly as he, without asking any questions, helped you hold Bob and put him in the back of the car. You fastened your seatbelt and placed the man's brown-haired head on your lap, stroking his messy hair maternally. Bucky, who was driving in front of you, occasionally glanced in the rearview mirror and met your gaze, full of love and concern for the stranger.

He cleared his throat "So, can I ask now who he is and what exactly happened?"

You quickly summarized everything for him, from the beginning to Bob falling from the sky and your encounter with Valentina. Bucky let out a whistle of surprise. Meanwhile, Bob moved slowly and began to open his eyes slowly.

"Mmmh? What happened?" he murmured softly in a hoarse voice

"It seems that the superhuman has finally woken up."

You jumped and then looked at him with a wide smile of relief. "Bob! You're awake! You scared me so much!" you exclaimed, stroking his jaw.

He looked at you confused while you just gave him a sweet smile. He smiled slightly, getting lost in your eyes. Swallowing, he slowly got up from your lap with a groan. You helped him every moment, guiding his movements. Bucky watched you the whole time, very sure that you had fallen madly in love with that strange man.

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember exactly what happened to me. All I know is that we were in the vault trying to escape."

Explain to him as best you could everything that happened, Bob never stopped looking at you, always attentive to your words

"b-but what happened to the others?

"Ugh! Don't even mention them, they left us stranded when we needed them the most" you finished angrily

Bob hesitated, "but they seemed like nice people..."

You laughed ironically. "Believe me, the last thing they are is good people. The only one we can trust now is Bucky... well, and maybe Yelena, but she's not here anymore."

Bob at your side nodded vigorously remembering the blonde girl who had talked to him making him feel better, then he looked at you with hope "and you? Can I trust you?"

You looked at him softly, taking his hands. "Of course, Bob. I promise I won't let anyone hurt you, even if it means putting my life at risk."

He looked into your eyes intensely, finding calm and warmth in them. Something inside him told him he could trust you. "Thanks... but you don't have to do that for me. Why would you? I'm not that important?" He laughed sadly.

You frowned, confused and a little hurt by his words, you placed a hand on his cheek and he closed his eyes for a few seconds. "Don't say that, every person is important, whether big or small. Believe me, when I see you, I find something valuable in you. You're worth a lot, Bob."

His frown rose into a heartbroken frown as his eyes watered. He clenched his jaw, stifling a sob, and smiled, nodding as he continued to look at you. You smiled back and leaned your head on his shoulder. Bucky was still squinting in the rearview mirror. Now Bob didn't feel so alone anymore; by his side was someone who genuinely cared for him more than anyone else. Someone who saw potential in him, someone whose touch and words were as soft as silk and as warm as a campfire.

Part 2?? 👀

[layla4567]

ok yesterday I finally saw Thunderbolts and I loved it, and I can say two things for sure:

I fucking hate Valentina 💀

I fucking love Bob 😭

[layla4567]

Cute Bob Reynolds headcanons

He sometimes asks you to sing to him when he's feeling stressed, and you do it even without him asking. Bob has heard your voice before (you like to sing in the shower or hum in the living room with your headphones on) and he thinks it's angelic.

He's very good at solving riddles, crossword puzzles, and word searches. He's even very good and fast at finding hidden things, like Finding Waldo.

He doesn't drink alcohol; he hates it. It reminds him of his addiction problem; he's afraid of falling into something similar again.

He is the kind of person who enjoys sunsets and takes pictures of them.

He spends many hours listening to music, all kinds of music. And even better if it's with headphones.

Bob is surprisingly very good at painting.

Like Wanda, I imagine him enjoying old comedy shows.

He can't swim

He's 100% the little spoon but he will be the big spoon if you ask him

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[layla4567]

A good company

Bob/Sentry x Fem!reader

Summary: You're part of the Thunderbolts and have powers like Wanda's (I don't specify the color). You're very useful in battle, however, your lack of practice causes you to faint due to lack of energy. The team decides that it is best for you to stay in the tower.

Warnings: sexual tensión, fluff, descriptions of action scenes (fights, shooting, etc.), beta read, Bucky and the reader are very close (like siblings relationship), sfw

Once again, a complicated mission had emerged out of nowhere. Terrorists were threatening to blow up an office building near the area.

"Why does it always have to be bomb threats? How unoriginal." you said, sighing in annoyance.

Everyone was already in the living room adjusting their suits and preparing their weapons. In your case, you only needed your hands as weapons, so you simply put on your fingerless gloves. Bob, who was sitting in an armchair, got up to watch them prepare.

"For the same reason they always choose New York as a point of attack" Yelena said and everyone laughed softly.

Bucky asked if everyone was ready as he spun his metal arm back like a windmill. You rolled your eyes in amusement, knowing he did that just for attention since his arm was always perfectly fitted and hard to get out of place, unless, well, you're a man with the strength of thousands of suns, like Bob or rather Sentry. Anyway.

Everyone nodded confidently. We were about to leave when Bob approached us hesitantly. He seemed to want to say something, but he bit his tongue and simply said

"Good luck guys, and take care"

Everyone gave the brunette a sweet smile. Yelena cautiously approached him.

"Are you sure you'll be okay here? Anyway, you know we'll be back as soon as possible"

"Yeah, if they don't kill us in the middle" Walker exclaimed and you poked him in the rib which made him let out a small grunt.

Bob smiled shyly. "Yes, I know, I'll be fine. I just don't feel confident about going yet."

The blonde woman nodded with a half-smile and, after placing a hand on his shoulder, left the elevator followed by the others. Only you stayed behind to see Bob off. You trotted toward him, your ponytail swishing, and, standing on your toes, you wrapped your arms around his neck, almost knocking him off his feet.

Whenever you went out on a mission, you gave him a big bear hug in case you never saw him again. Being a superhero was dangerous, and you never knew what would happen to you. But you also wanted to comfort him and assure him that you would try to make it through safely and that you cared about him. Bob smiled warmly and hugged you back, returning the warmth of the hug.

"I promise you we'll be back soon and we'll be fine" Your voice sounded a little muffled as your face was close to the crook of his neck.

"I know you will"

"C'mon witch, it's time to go!" Bucky shouted, naming you with that affectionate nickname he gave you.

You quickly pulled away, to Bob's disappointment as he tried to hold you back a few seconds longer. You ran to the elevator, babbling apologies. Before the doors closed, you waved to Bob one last time, and he raised his hand with a smile.

Bob approached the large window sighing as minutes later he watched them leave in the ship through the skies, hoping they wouldn't take too long.

Once on the plane, everyone fastened their seatbelts. Yelena was driving, and Alexei was next to her. The others were in the back, and you were next to Bucky. You were admiring the scenery from the window when his voice brought you out of your trance.

"Do you think you'll be okay down there? That you'll be able to... handle it?"

You looked at him thoughtfully, knowing what he meant. On previous missions, you'd returned to the tower exhausted, with muscle aches and even on the verge of unconsciousness. Your magic was so powerful that sometimes you thought it couldn't fit inside your body, like a very small jar trying to fill it and not being able to.

"Yeah, I think so.." you answered not very sure

Bucky at your side frowned slightly. "We already told you not to overdo it, we can defend ourselves well."

"I know, I know! stop lecturing me"

Sometimes your friend seemed more like your father or your brother trying to lecture you on morals. He just sighed, and looked straight ahead. However, his words had become etched in your head and were hard to shake. You knew he was right, and you also knew that was the reason Bob looked so worried every time the group left, and so relieved when they returned almost intact.

You didn't have time to think about anything else because Alexei informed them they had arrived. While Yelena maneuvered and parked the ship, the others were already unbuckling their seatbelts to get out. The landscape was terrifying; there was smoke and dust that made you cough, people were running scared for cover, and men with guns were pointing at us to shoot. No matter how much you'd fought like this before, you never got used to the sight of your city in chaos.

"Okay, here's the plan: Alexei and John on the right, Y/n and Ava on the left, and you, Bucky, with me in front. Is that clear?"

"Clear as water!" exclaimed Red Guardian happily.

You were hesitant. "Wouldn't you rather I cover you?" You said to Yelena and Bucky.

"And who covers for me?" Ava said offended, looking at you.

Yelena closed her eyes, gathering patience. "Just stick to the plan, okay?" Then she looked at you softly. "We'll be fine. Just cover Ghost, alright?"

You nodded, unable to argue anything, just obey.

"WE ARE THE THUNDERBOLTS!" yell Alexei

"Don't use that name" Bucky made a face of disgust

"Yeah, it's awful" said Walker

The Russian girl rolled her eyes and separated from the group, pulling out her pistol and firing, followed by Bucky. The others went their separate ways, and you stuck close to Ava.

Two soldiers were shooting in your direction, so you quickly created a shield with magic, protecting you and Ava while she became intangible and passed through the men to attack them from behind. With quick movements of your fingers, you threw the soldiers away while orbs of colored light from your powers crossed the sky. You tried to be fast, but there were too many bullets and your arms were starting to tire. Everyone seemed to have everything under control when suddenly two cars exploded and flew towards Yelena and Bucky. He stood in front of the blonde and with his metal arm, stopped the car, which flew away, but he hadn't realized that another one was also heading towards them, so fast that Bucky couldn't stop it. Alarmed, you realized this; Ghost became visible at your side.

"Go, I can handle these" she said confidently

You nodded, thanking her with a look, and quickly ran in front of them. You raised your hands and stopped the car in its tracks, and with a gasp, you set it down on the ground. The overuse of your powers was already starting to take its toll on you; you could feel it; fatigue seemed to be overcoming you. You turned around with a tired smile. They, startled, just nodded. John, Ava, and Alexei had joined you.

"Are you okay, is everyone alright?" Yelena asked you and then looked at everyone

With your hands on your hips, you were about to answer yes when a second, even louder explosion sounded behind you. Everyone turned around in fear, watching as the tower of a building began to fall away, billowing out smoke as black as night. Debris fell, smashing cars and light poles.

"Shit..." Yelena sighed worry

"What the fuck John, didn't you tell us the bomb was inside the building?!" Ava yelled angrily.

"Oh I'm so sorry for being busy STOPPING SEVEN SOLDIERS"

Yelena's father raised his hands "HEY HEY ENOUGH, WE HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO FIGHT ABOUT NOW!"

"We have to get the people out. Now." The blonde said

Along with Bucky and the others, they began guiding people to safety. They had to move quickly before the building collapsed completely. They were less than halfway down when a noise made them look up. The top of the terrace had split in half and was falling at high speed along with another part of the tower. The group hurried people out and ran for cover, except for you.

"WAIT DON'T DO IT!" Bucky yelled

Too late. You had already positioned yourself beneath the large piece of rubble that was falling on you, and with the last of your strength, you raised your arms and, with your magic, stopped it before it fell. But you didn't count on the fact that it was much heavier than you could bear, and you began to pant as your knees buckled and your back arched. The few people left were already leaving. Your biceps began to tremble, and your face wrinkled with exertion. When you sensed there was no one left to get out, that's when your powers began to slowly fade from your fingers, and the piece of building fell near you, leaving a crater in the pavement but without hurting you or anyone else.

You lowered your arms as if they were made of rags and you wobbled slightly, trying to stand awkwardly. The group ran up to you, worried, asking if you were okay. You were short of breath and your body felt very fatigued. Before you could answer, your vision blurred and you fainted in Bucky's arms.

When they arrived at the tower, Bob was already standing by the window waiting for them. When he heard the elevator doors open, he smiled in relief, but his smile disappeared the moment he saw you unconscious in Bucky's arms.

"Wh- what happened?" he said a little scared

No one answered; they were too busy focusing all their attention on you. Bucky had placed you on a very large sofa that almost felt like a bed. Yelena realized that panic was threatening to take hold of Bob, so she put both hands on his shoulders.

"She's ok, she will be ok. She just drained her energy again because her powers"

He nodded in understanding, but a worried frown crossed his face as he looked at you. Bob stayed by your side as long as necessary. Several hours passed until you finally woke up. When you slowly opened your eyes, you saw the honeyed brown of his. He looked at you, still a little worried, wanting to make sure you were better.

"Bob?"

He held your hand gently and you smiled softly. Then, yawning, you stretched and slowly straightened up.

"Careful" he said

Yelena and Bucky entered the living room and when they saw you awake, a gesture of relief enveloped them.

"You're awake" Bucky said

"How long did I sleep?"

"About 6 hours"

Six hours, damn it. You'd never been unconscious for so long. You slowly sat up on the couch to avoid dizziness and headaches.

"Are you better now? You still remember everything?" Bob asked a bit worried

You smiled sweetly. "Yeah, I was trying to stop a building from falling down, and then poof! I fainted. Nothing new." You said ironically.

"Bob stayed by your side all this time, he even forgot to eat" Yelena said casually.

You looked at the brown-haired man, asking if it was true, and he said he wanted to make sure you weren't alone when you woke up. His words caused a divine warmth in your chest as you smiled widely.

. . . . . .

Days after that mission, they were called back for another emergency. You were already preparing to leave when Bucky stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. Your smile disappeared, and confusion appeared in your frown.

"Sorry y/n, not today"

"Not today what?"

"You can't come with us," Walker said.

You looked at everyone, surprised and a little hurt. Their serious faces showed a hint of concern for you, and you hated it. You hated that they gave you that look of pity as if you were a weak, scared rabbit unable to defend yourself.

"Excuse me? I think I heard wrong. Do you want me to stay here?"

"That's exactly what you heard and what you'll do, at least for today." Yelena took a step towards you.

Bob, who had been listening silently, approached you, fearing an argument. You felt your blood boiling with anger inside you.

"So you're going to get rid of me so easily? You're going to abandon me like that? And everyone's okay with it?" you said annoyed.

"We all think it's the best for you," said John.

"Oh cut the shit, Walker!"

He rolled his eyes, "I give up, you guys talk."

Yelena stood in front of you. "Y/N, listen, we care about your health and we care about you, and we can't risk what happened the other day happening again. You're putting yourself at risk, and at the same time, you're putting us at risk. That's why it's best you stay with Bob today."

Her tone was firm but persuasive. You knew she was right. You didn't want to hold the team back or inflict any harm on yourself. But you felt betrayed by her not warning you sooner. You could have at least come to an agreement.

"But-!" you tried to reply

"Please, Y/N, don't make it harder. You'll stay here, and that's the end of the discussion" she said authoritatively

Bob slowly approached and from behind placed a hand on your shoulder, you looked at him "I think they're right, we just want to take care of you"

You smiled sadly at him and then looked at the others "and what am I supposed to do in the meantime?"

"You can train in the room upstairs, you need to improve your endurance and strength so that this doesn't happen to you again." Bucky suggested

Everyone agreed and you had no choice but to nod reluctantly. When everyone left and it was just you and Bob, you sighed in annoyance, not because you were alone with Bob but because they had abandoned you even if it was for your own good.

You went to your room to change your clothes. A tank top and gym shorts would suffice. You went up to the training room, which was filled with punching bags and other gym equipment. You began to bandage your hands to avoid hurting yourself while muttering insults. You were still angry, and it showed in your fighting style. You let your anger guide your legs as you kicked the bag hard, snorting like a bull.

Your fists quickly stunk up the bag. The adrenaline was so high that you barely felt any pain in your knuckles. After a while, where you were already sweating slightly, you decided to rest. Suddenly, the helplessness of not being able to help and feeling limited and incapable by your powers filled your chest with guilt and poisonous anger, and you hit the bag again, this time with a grunt. At that moment, Bob was coming up the stairs and had frozen in the doorway, staring at you, not daring to enter. But you saw him.

"Uh so sorry, I just came to see if you needed anything"

He couldn't help but let his eyes flick down your bare thighs and back up to your face. You smiled amusedly and decided that maybe he could help you. You needed some hand-to-hand combat practice.

"Actually, now that you mention it, yes. Would you like to practice wrestling with me?"

He swallowed nervously. "Are you sure? Don't you want me to help you with anything else?"

"Very sure, come on." You approached and took his hands to bring him to the center of the room. He insisted, saying he didn't think it was a good idea since he didn't want to hurt you because sometimes he didn't have the strength to do it. You assured him that he could never hurt you.

"Don't worry, we'll start with something easy, and you don't need to change clothes, the ones you're wearing will be enough." You looked him up and down. He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and gray jogging bottoms. Unconsciously, under your gaze, Bob felt vulnerable and blushed.

You both got into a fighting stance, one foot in front of the other, facing each other. You threw a punch in the air in front of his face, and he dodged it by ducking and going under your arm. He mimicked your punch, and you dodged his too. At first, the movements were slow, like a dance, but as you got used to it, the rhythm increased, and kicks were added.

You kicked at the side of his abdomen and he blocked it with his hands. Bob tried to throw a kick towards your face and you ducked to dodge it. Then you turned so that your back collided with his chest, so close you could feel his heart beating rapidly and you didn't know if it was from the exercise or from you. You took a few seconds to feel his body heat and his breath near your ear that sent delicious shivers down your spine. Until now he had only followed what you ordered him, imitating your movements like a mirror but with each step he gained more confidence in himself and when you landed a soft elbow in his abdomen, he put his arms on your chest and neck, without hurting you of course.

"Is this okay?" He asked

"Perfect" you smiled

You placed your hands on the sturdy forearm that was on your neck and felt his prominent veins. The other arm pressed chastely against your chest while your butt pressed against his hips, preventing you from moving. Not that it bothered you; you could stay like that for hours, and something told you that he preferred it that way too.

"Now I want you to try to take me down."

He blinked in confusion. "Wait, really? You sure?"

"Just do it, Bob"

He liked the way his name sounded from your mouth and tried to suppress a smile. Then, doing what you asked, he tried to pull you back gently, but you placed one foot back right between his legs and, twisting your torso, wrapped your arms around his and, with all your strength, you knocked him back, falling on top of him. Bob let out a grunt combined with a moan.

You put your hands on his chest and looked at him worriedly, maybe you were the one who had overdone it with force this time "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" you asked while you placed a lock of hair behind your ears.

He closed his eyes at the blow, his slightly pinched face looking cute to you. Strands of sweaty hair swirled around his forehead and you brushed them away. "Yeah, don't worry. You did great," he grinned.

Now he looked at you, your face was very close to his so he stopped to admire your curled eyelashes, your bright eyes and your rosy lips. Both of you were breathing heavily and your hot breaths mingled with each other. You noticed a heat in his chest where your hands were and your skin itself was slightly warming up where he held his hands on your waist, stabilizing you in place.

"Uhm, do you think it will take a while for the guys to arrive?" you asked.

Bob was about to answer that he hoped he could stay like this longer when he heard footsteps on the stairs. Before anyone could do anything, the entire group appeared at the entrance to the room like apparitions.

"What the hell is going on here?" Bucky asked, while Alexei laughed behind him.

You quickly broke away from Bob and in your haste you almost stepped on his crotch with your knee. When you both stood up blushing and panting silly excuses Yelena said

"We left you here with Bob to train, not to make out. Next time Ava stays with you." She left, rolling her eyes in disgust.

[layla4567]

"𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠" - Robert ("Bob") Reynolds x freader x platonic thunderbolts

Bob was asleep for God knows how long, now that he has the chance at a better life. Who better to show him than you?

a.n - Ava was sick of seeing you and Bob dance around eachother like puppies in love, so she does something about it

warnings - mention of mental illness, lovesick Bob! minor spoilers and major fluff!!

"Remember to call us if you need anything ok?" You were currently on the quinjet, ready to leave for a mission. But there was a problem, Bob had to stay in the tower by himself.

Bob nodded hurriedly before ushering you back onto the ship, but you hesitated when he turned to leave. You grab his arm rather quickly, which prompted him to look back at you with wide eyes.

"Be safe," you whispered softly so that it falls in his ears only.

Both Ava and Yelena heard the couple from a distance and snickered to themselves.

"I.. I will," Bob stutters before giving you a tight-lipped 'bob' smile. He stepped back so that he wouldn't delay your mission.

The hatch to the ship closed as you peer down at the small figure waving at you. Yet, you could almost feel the smugness of the duo behind you.

"Be safe," Yelena says with sickingly sweet tone while Ava butt's in afterwards. "Oh I'll be so safe."

You give them a deadpan look before responding with crossed arms. "Can you guys stop?"

"But how will that keep us safe?" Ava retorts sarcastically while Yelena falls into her arms dramatically. "I'll be safe once you kiss me."

You knew the two of them were mocking you for having a soft spot for Bob. Ever since you guys took him in after his 'incident' as Sentry. No thanks to Valentina ofcourse.

"Can you girls stop gossiping? It's annoying." John grunted while adjusting his suit.

The team was split into two for today's mission. Boys vs. Girls to make matters worse, but you guys didn't want to lose to John Walker.

So you tried your very best to complete your part of the mission as quickly as possible. An old hydra base had been spotted a few weeks ago so Bucky wanted to check it out and gather intel, just in case.

The location was in the snowy mountains of Slovakia and it was a mission based on stealth. Something that John struggled with, and Alexei, so he was left in charge of the jet. Much to his disappointment.

"Oh you gotta be kidding me..." John mutters as he spots you from a distance with a smug smile on your face.

"Hey asshat, how's the taste of being a loser feel?" You quipped while happily walking out of the building, after successfully infiltrating it.

John on the other hand had failed his part and the others had to step in while he sat in the quinjet with minor injuries.

He puts his hands up in defence before sighing. "Fine, you win this time."

Internally he was fuming, but he wasn't ready to admit that.

"Relax I was just kidding." You mused while passing by him with a quick pat on his back. John knew that you were joking, but it was reassuring to hear the words himself.

"You think Bob's doing ok?" You mumbled while putting on your seat belt.

"Don't worry, I'm sure he's curled up on the couch thinking about you." Yelena let's out a coarse laugh while she takes her seat next to you.

" Oh 'lena what would I do without you?" You say sarcastically while she links her arms with yours. "You'll be lost...and unsafe."

The last comment made you roll your eyes before finally laughing along to the joke. As the rumble of the quinjet signalled it's takeoff sequence, so you got ready to take a nap on the journey back home.

What you all didn't expect was to find Bob standing on the helipad, with a pillow in hand. It seemed like he was anticipating your return since he was sort of giddy when you got off.

"Ahh look your boyfriend was waiting for you after all," Ava makes the comment while walking past you swiftly. You shook your head unamsingly before making your way towards the awaiting brunette.

"Were you waiting for us?" You sighed while reaching up to fix his hair. It had gotten messy due to the blast of wind from the quinjet engines.

"Oh well...I sort of had another episode while you were gone...so I thought I'd wait out here until you returned." It was hard to make out what he was said on the last part but nonetheless, you pull him into a warm embrace.

"You wanna talk about it?" You whisper into his hair before running your fingers through the dark brown locks. Bob shook his head as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

Not wanting to push him, you just stood there while holding him until he was ready to go back inside.

What you didn't notice was how fast Bob's heart was racing while you two hugged.

Deep down he was glad that you didn't, he would be too embarrassed to ever admit that he secretly liked you. For now, it was better for you not to know.

"You got that right?" Ava asks while squinting her eyes to get a better view from the hanger. The sound of a click from a camera could be heard before Yelena answers with her phone in hand.

"Got it." Yelena snickers mischievously.

"We need a plan to get these two idiots to confess."

"What do you have in mind?" Yelena turns to Ava while she thinks of something.

"Ok... I think I have one."

"Is...is this ok?" Bob asks while showing his bowl full of cake batter. You leaned in slightly to see for yourself, and to your surprise, it was perfectly light and airy.

"Wow Bob! The batter looks perfect!"

Bob breaks into a wide grin at the compliment as the rush of giddiness returned. He observed the way your mouth was moving while you talks and was seemingly under a trance, that was until you pulled him back to reality.

"Bob sweetie are you ok?" You say in a gentle tone as you wave your hands infront of his face. He blinked at few times , seemingly lost before nodding. "Uh.. yeah I'm good."

"Aww you call him sweetie now?"

You sighed and hung your head low at the sound of the familiar voice. " 'lena don't push it."

You two had been dancing around each other for about 2 months now. Every day, it seemed like you were closer to getting Bob out of his shell. Whatever you did worked because he was able to start training with you all without the worry of the 'void' returning.

Speaking of Bob, he was in the kitchen having his dinner with Ava's company. It was late and well past midnight when the group had finished their training.

Her plan was beginning to unfold when you rushed into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around your shoulder.

"What happened? Is there any emergency?!"

Your hair was slightly damp from the shower you had just taken. Bob recognised the top that you were wearing and almost choked on his food. You were wearing his blue t-shirt that he had left behind a few nights ago.

"There's no emergency is there?" You sighed as you shift your gaze towards the woman near the refrigerator. She simply shrugged before taking a chug of cold milk.

Bob had completely forgotten about the shirt and to make things worse was that you look absolutely gorgeous with it on. Not to mention, your thighs were exposed since your shorts were hidden underneath the gigantic top.

"Bob...! I didn't know you were still awake," blood rushed to your cheeks when you realised Bob was staring directly at you with wide eyes. You had no idea he'd be here, thinking that everyone else had gone to sleep already.

Bob cleared his throat and swiped his bowl to the side. His dinner now forgotten about and directed his attention towards you. You felt like a deer caught in headlights.

You were planning on giving his shirt back but you kept on delaying up until now.

"Oh uh --...hey love." Bob stutters slightly while he drinks in your appearance. Which was very out of character for him, even making Ava stop dead in her tracks from the sudden pet name.

The muscles of your cheeks began to rise as you felt yourself smile at the sweet nickname that he had given you. Bob on the other hand? Felt himself swoon whenever you gave him that smile of yours.

Yelena returned from the pantry with a bottle of water in his hand with a shit eating grin on her face. Giving knowing glances between the two of you.

"Its good to see you too 'lena," you sighed before making your way towards the counter.

"How's your day been beautiful?"

Bob was caught offguard by hearing Ava giving you a pet name as he blinks at her in confusion. Was there something going on between you and Ava that he didn't know about?

He became even more jumpy when he noticed your form taking a seat right next to him.

You fought back the urge to smile again when you noticed the tips of Bob's ears turning red. He looked like a puppy begging for attention. Nonetheless you turn back to Sam to answer his question.

"My days been eventful, to say the least. I mean I made some new adjustments to my suit so it could take in more volts of energy-"

Ava nodded and promted you to carry on. You spoke about the drills you had done with John and Bucky aswell.

Bob had tuned out of the conversation. He rested his head on his palm as a lovesick sigh escaped his lips. He followed the way your mouth moved while you talked and the way your hair would bounce slightly from every gesture you'd make.

Seeing the way your eyes would sparkle whenever you'd talk about something you're interested in.

Bucky considered himself lucky to be in your presence and the way the light above them gave you a warm glow. He didn't even notice the conversation dying down as you, Ava and Yelena turned their heads towards him.

You looked at him with concern while Yelena muffled her laugh behind her hand. She saw how smitten her best friend looked which only convinced her more to get you two together.

"Bob hon', are you ok?"

Ava let out a choked laugh at the nickname. You gave her a light glare as she calmed herself down.

Your body was fully facing the now flustered Bob, he almost flinched out of instinct when your cold hand met his burning cheeks.

"Geez Bobby you're burning up, are you feeling ok?" You started to get worried, thinking maybe he had gotten a fever.

"Mmh? I'm feelin' fine though." Bob murmured as he looked like he was going to collapse right there in your arms. Getting absolutely drunk from the attention you were giving him.

"I'd say otherwise," Ava mumbled to herself in amusement as she excused herself, also dragging Yelena with her despite her protests.

She believed that the two needed some privacy so she had the fabulous idea of locking you two in.

"Seriously guys?!" You yelled when the shut the door on you both. Knowing that there was no use in chasing after them, you turn to face Bob again.

Bob saw the way your mouth was still moving but he couldn't focus on the words that you were saying. If this was anyone else, he wouldn't even let them touch him. Depending on the person ofcourse, like Yelena.

But it was you. The woman that had the ability to make his heart hurt from how lovely you were. He'd never felt so much love for someone in a long time and it kind of scares him.

You were still patting his cheek, feeling the slightly rough stuble beneath your skin. You also moved stray hairs out of his face and tucked it behind his ears. He wanted to say something but no words came out.

"Maybe we should head to the med bay to get yourself checked out." You were about to get up to leave until you felt a strong grip on your arm as Bob made you sit back down again.

"Do you not want to go?" You asked in confusion as you tilted your head. Bob froze as he tried to figure out what he should do next.

His hands slowly reached up towards your cheeks and gently caressed them with his thumb. He was impossibly close now, his nose practically touching yours.

You were surprised at how bold he was being but you weren't one to complain. But still, you waited to see what he would do next.

The faint scent of your shampoo and conditioner fills his nostrils. Your peer into his deep blue eyes, his pupils were dilated but oh so full of love.

You hesitated, and rightfully so. Bob had the tendency to fluctuate his mood so you weren't sure whether you should take advantage of the situation.

Bob brushes his lips against yours, testing the waters. Not knowing if you wanted this or not. Without a second to waste, you pressed your lips fully against his.

They molded together perfectly, you don't know why you waited so long to feel this, to feel him.

His lips were like you imagined, soft and plump with a hint of cinnamon since he just started eating his dessert.

But a distant voice at the back of Bob's head made him pull away.

You noticed the way his eyes filled with worry, knowing something was bothering him. He lets out a shaky breath as you feel a slight shift in his demeanour, as if trying to hold something or someone at bay.

"Would you... want someone like me? I mean -... you don't think I'm...pathetic?" A hurt laugh escaped his lips as he mentions the last part.

"Darling, is that the reason why you're so hesitant?" Your heart hurt squeezed at the thought of him even thinking of being unworthy of love.

You lift his chin up so that he'd make eye contact with you again.

"You know...I fell for you for a reason, Bob. That means every part of you, including your insecurities. Because... that's what makes you human, just like us."

He couldn't help but smile brightly at your statement as all his worries leaving him in an instant. The voice that was nagging him not a moment ago, vanished. As if it wasn't there in the first place.

You pressed a chaste kiss on his lips to start off, causing Bob to become even more giddy than usual. Then turning into laughter as you pepper his face with kisses before pressing one last kiss on his now pink lips. Due to the excess tint from your lipbalm.

"Thanks for believing in me..." Bob whispers against your lips as he peers down at you through his lashes.

"Always," you whispered back in a slightly quieter tone while brushing the stray hair away from his eyes.

You silently ask for Bob's permission with your eyes, which he answered with a firm nod before leaning back in once again.

He lets out a surprised gasp against your mouth when you took a seat on his lap for better access. Taking the chance to show him how much you truly loved the man beneath you.

The rest of the world faded around you as you both got lost in time. It was beginning to get hard to breathe as he pulls you against him to deepen the kiss. You felt a butterflies deep in your stomach that you never felt before with anyone.

Bob could taste the slight hint of strawberry on your tongue from the candy you had eaten just before taking a shower. In another bold act of gesture, he takes the opportunity to fully immerse himself in the kiss and sucks lightly on your bottom lip. Wanting to taste more.

His hands were all over you and he had a hard time keeping himself under control. Giving your hips a gentle squeeze while you sat on his lap.

He whimpers against your lips while you gently prod and nibble on his bottom lip, the soft muscle becoming swollen.

Literally, anyone could walk in and see you two, but clearly that wasn't on their mind at the moment.

But eventually you both had to pull away for air, your cheeks were flushed but you were content. Smiling softly down at the adorable brunette below you. Bob lightly nuzzled his nose against yours while both your breaths became foggy due to the cold air in the kitchen.

"So Sunshine....can I finally call you mine?"

Before he could answer you hear the sound of muffled talking in the hallway and they were headed straight towards the kitchen.

You two quickly scrambled off eachother and tried to act casual. Bob picked at his now cold food while you rummaged through the fridge.

"Cut the act you two. We already know what happened." A teasing voice called out. "By the way, we have pictures as proof."

You internally groan as you turn to see Ava with a smirk on her face with Yelena having the same amused look.

"So, are you two dating now?" Ava asks while she looks between you and Bob.

You huffed as you made your way over to Bob, who was already standing up from his seat and stood beside the chair awkwardly. You reached his height by tiptoeing slightly and placed a firm yet soft kiss on his cheek.

Bob's face turned almost bright red while Ava and Yelena both looked at you in disbelief.

Which only made the situation all the more amusing. They didn't expect you to be so bold.

"I guess we are," you respond with a doting smile as Bob shared the same look he'd always had.

Lovesick.

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

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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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You give Bob/Sentry a pet

Headcanons with a short blurb at the end

If you gave him a cat:

-It would be a calm cat (not an orange one lol) and neither too adult nor too baby.

-You will help him give it a nice name and together you will buy a collar.

-You had heard that a cat's purr can regulate emotions and even cure diseases, so you realized it was perfect for him.

-And when he can't sleep his little kitten is always near his legs purring softly, calming him.

-Twice a week, you visit him to see how he's doing and if he's adjusting to the new pet. You bring him balanced food just in case and stay and play with his cat.

"Hi Bob!, how you doing?". Your footsteps echoed on the wooden floor of his apartment as you opened the door with one hand and held a bag with the other.

He turned around looking at you with a smile "Oh you're early! Let me help you with that" Bob ran to your side taking the bag from your hands helping you come in.

You thanked him tenderly "Yup, I had nothing to do so I took the opportunity to buy things for Cucumber while I came here" you said laughing

The cat was already stretching from the couch and came to your side, meowing curiously. You bent down to stroke his back, which he acknowledged with a loud purr. Bob smiled delightedly at your presence and how well you got along with his pet.

"He is always happy to see you, I think you are his favorite" He said

"Only the cat is happy to see me?" you said mischievously.

Bob smiled and looked down shyly. "No, of course not."

Minutes later, the two of you were sitting on the couch sorting through the bag. Cucumber was between you, sniffing the contents of the plastic bag and tickling your fingers. You had bought a stuffed mouse, some pet food, and a dewormer. The happy kitten began to play with his new toy as if it were prey while Bob and you filled his food and water bowl.

Bob always thanked you for coming to take care of his cat, and secretly of him too.

If you gave him a dog:

-I imagine him with an emotional support dog, like a golden retriever or something, a big dog that you can hug like a person.

-Golden retrievers are very clever at detecting human emotions. The dog always knows when Bob isn't feeling well and always approaches him to lick his face or hands.

-The dog also helps keep him happy, as they're quite hyperactive. Bob is forced to leave the house more often to take him for walks and buy him food.

-Sometimes he goes out late to a square with the dog to distract himself and play ball with his pet since he doesn't have space at home.

-However, sometimes the dog can be a bit overwhelming for him, as he never seems to stop playing, but he quickly understands that there are times to rest. Bob's favorite time is sleeping with the dog in his bed.

That day, you were a little late arriving at Bob's apartment; time had completely slipped by, so you ran over to his house. You already had your keys, so you walked right in, your tongue hanging out from all the running.

You noticed that everything was quiet, and it seemed strange to you. He hadn't told you he was going out or anything, so you got worried. You searched the kitchen until you reached his room, and what you saw melted your heart. Bob was taking a nap in his bed, cuddling the dog who was resting his head on his shoulder.

You didn't want to wake them, but the dog sensed your presence and jumped up to come to you and put his paws on your belly, greeting you with a happy wagging tail. Bob, alerted by the absence of his pet, slowly stretched and opened his eyes, still sleepy.

"Ah, is that you" He said softly

"Yes, sorry. I was late and didn't mean to wake you up. But it seems this rascal gave me away." You said laughing

"Don't be sorry, now you're here. That's all that matters"

Bob shuffled to his feet, his hair a mess, and his eyelids threatening to droop again. He looked so handsome in that state. You gently smoothed away a few stray hairs.

He offered you coffee, and you both sat down at the table to eat breakfast, while the golden retriever rested his paws on your thighs, waiting for something to eat. You couldn't resist his brown eyes, so you gave him a piece of toast.

Hours later, you two, along with the dog on a leash, went to a square to walk, run, and play. The energetic dog made you run several times to chase a squirrel or pigeons that had gathered to eat bread. At one point, the mischievous little dog started running around you both, wrapping you in the leash as if you were a Christmas present. Your legs got tangled up, and you both fell to the ground, Bob on top of you.

He was very embarrassed and babbled insults and incoherent apologies, but you just laughed and consoled him. It seemed like the dog had clear intentions; he was very clever indeed.

[layla4567]

Something for you

Robert "Bob" Reynolds x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n doesn't know that Bob likes her, but she wonders why he acts weird when she's being nice, maybe she has a sneaky suspicion

Warnings: fluff, a little bit suggestive, ex-avenger reader (no superpowers), curse words, Bob being a shy pookie (muah), beta read, no appearance of The Void (just mention)

A/n: I haven't seen the movie yet lol, I just started playing with my imagination and what I remembered from the trailers/TV spots

It was an open secret that Bob was attracted to Y/N. A lot, to tell the truth.

Well, the only person who didn't seem to notice was Y/N herself. In the small complex where everyone now lived, they constantly watched the small interactions between her and Bob.

The little ex-avenger always, always showed herself to be extremely kind and empathetic towards Robert, but it was because she perfectly understood everything he had been through and despite the fact that everyone saw him as a powerful man with the strength of a thousand men capable of leaving the whole world in shadows, for her it wasn't like that. When y/n laid eyes on Bob she only saw someone vulnerable, someone who needed to be contained and supported, like a lonely puppy eager for love.

On the other hand, the brunette man felt a deep affection and respect for her. Y/n was the only one who was patient with him and always showed understanding. Yelena was also a great help by listening to him and not judging him, but the almost maternal warmth that Y/n radiated was incomparable. If she were metal, he would be a magnet; he couldn't help but always be close to her or follow her as if she were a planet and he were a satellite orbiting around her.

Of course, this generated some suspicion among the other members of the group. Everyone knew about Y/N's kindness, but some thought it was excessive and she was actually hiding something more. Also, Bob's attitude toward her was nothing new, but they even found it a little blatant how obvious his feelings for her were.

The memories of that mission with Bob are still fresh in everyone's minds...

..Some time ago..

After the others learned of Valentina's true plans to use Bob as a weapon, the group hatched a plan. They would rescue Bob at all costs.

They still couldn't believe they'd been tricked like that, or maybe they were; Valentina's bitch-like attitude wasn't anything new. But Y/N was the angriest and most hurt. It's not that she trusted Valentina; she wasn't that stupid, but imagining the torture they inflicted on a poor, innocent man made her blood boil.

She was always a reserved person, able to control her temper and not explode; in fact, it was rare that she get truly angry. But this time, that was one of those times; she hated injustice. The others perceived it, her calm face was wrinkled by her frown.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the laboratory where they had the brunette locked up.

He was on some kind of stretcher, he seemed asleep. Y/n approached carefully, his chest rising and falling peacefully, was he unconscious? She moved a lock of hair out of his face and he frowned, waking up in fright.

Please don't be scared, we won't hurt you, I promise, calm down" Y/n crouched down and raised her hands in surrender. He looked at her, not only was she pretty but something in her serene features told him that he could trust her. Robert aka Bob got off the stretcher and let Y/n gently guide him. She always had a hand near him, on his bicep, his wrist or his back, guiding him and giving him security and comfort, and he thanked her for it with silent glances full of affection.

As we left the building and dodged several guards, a person dressed as a chicken suddenly appeared out of nowhere with a sign ready to attack us. Bob, scared like a child, covered his head with his arms and hunched over slightly. Y/n stood in front of him, serving as a shield. The chicken-man was fighting with Bucky but suddenly seemed to turn his attention to Bob. He moaned in fear, and that's when something woke up inside the girl, an anger never seen before, a strong protective impulse to take care of that brown-haired boy who had suffered so much in life. She wouldn't let a creepy son of a bitch ruin everything.

"OH HELL NO"

Before the stranger could get any closer, Y/n gritted her teeth and, growling, landed a strong punch in the middle of his mask, which knocked the man out and left him unconscious on the floor. Robert, seeing himself out of danger, slowly and cautiously lowered his arms, watching the scene in bewilderment. His gaze wandered from the fainted man to Y/n's, a little in shock. She, afraid that he was now afraid of her, spoke to him gently and sweetly.

"Sorry about that, are you okay?"

He gulped. "Yes, thank you." She smiled in relief, and they got into the truck. Y/n sat in the back seat next to Bob, watching over him. She occasionally glanced at him until she slowly slipped her hand over his, holding it firmly. He looked at her in surprise.

"You're safe now, we won't let anything happen to you" she smiled

He nodded and blushed slightly. They both stared out the window. Bob's thoughts were now troubled, and not exactly by The Void, which seemed like a miracle. No, now he couldn't get that benevolent face that had saved him, his guardian angel, out of his mind.

..Present..

The complex was pretty quiet that time, almost everyone had left except for Yelena and Alexei and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the TV.

Bob was sitting on the couch in front of the television, his body upright and his hands in his lap, looking calm as usual. They were playing a comedy show he'd never seen before, but he seemed to be enjoying himself, smiling at the screen from time to time.

Y/n was in the kitchen with Alexei, helping him dry the dishes. He cleared his throat and, with a smirk, said, "How are things going between you and Bob?" She looked at him a little confused "What do you mean by that?" He laughed. "Oh, nothing, you know, do you like him? He seems to like you more than the others."

Y/N blinked and stopped moving her hands over the plate. "Uhm, well, yeah, I like him. He's kind, friendly, and sweet." The girl's gaze softened when she mentioned Bob, causing Alexei to raise his eyebrows with a mischievous smile. She noticed and shook her head. "But that's all. You know I'm always nice to others, and if he approaches me, it's simply a reflex action."

"If you say so... just don't be surprised when I yell in your face: I told you so!! when you're making out and groping him," Alexei finished with a laugh.

Y/N gasped in disgust and hit him affectionately on the shoulder as she finished drying everything and headed into the living room. There she saw Bob with his back to her, focused on the TV, with only his broad shoulders and wavy brown hair sticking out of the couch. She came up behind him, touching his shoulder.

"Hey, can I sit down?"

Bob jumped and she giggled softly, then nodded several times "o-of course" She sat down next to him with a kind smile, crossing her legs comfortably. Now the boy's body was no longer relaxed as before, but very tense and rigid. He secretly glanced at the girl next to him, admiring her profile. His eyes fell on her long eyelashes, moved down to her nose, and rested for a few seconds on her lips, so soft and rosy.

Suddenly, Y/N turned her head to look at him, and he quickly looked away to the TV.

"Have you seen this show before?"

"Uh no, this is the first time" He swallowed

The minutes passed and her laughter filled the room. He smiled at times, but all his attention was on her, on her melodious, cheerful voice, or on the way her nose wrinkled in a smile. Suddenly, she leaned closer to him, and Bob's breathing quickened. The brunette boy tried to calm his nerves, but with her so close, it was difficult work. Y/n was focused on the TV, waiting to see what would happen next, unaware of Bob's reaction. At one point, she burst out laughing as she bent forward and placed a firm hand on his thigh. Bob gasped loudly, his mouth open as his face turned red, and his hands gripped the seat of the couch as if he were going to fly away. The warm sensation of her hand on his leg sent an electrifying shiver through his body, especially his lower stomach.

The former Avenger continued laughing, amused, not noticing anything until she turned to look at him and realized his hand was on his leg, and he seemed uncomfortable. "Oh shit, so sorry!" she exclaimed, embarrassed, and quickly pulled her hand away, much to Bob's relief.

"N-no worries, I-it's okay" he stuttered nervously. Then he exhaled all the air he had been holding and his body momentarily relaxed again.

Now an awkward silence settled between the two and they didn't know how to break it. Y/n felt confused and a little embarrassed for having made him feel uncomfortable although she didn't know why, when she was very close to him Bob seemed to almost reject her or appear a little indifferent, was it that he didn't like her? But if so, why did he always seem to follow her around like a dog? On the other hand, Bob felt so embarrassed and shy as to tell her the truth, but he hated to imagine that she thought he couldn't stand her and he didn't want to make her feel bad either.

Just at that moment Yelena came out of her room to go to the kitchen where Alexei was still cleaning, only to see that scene and roll her eyes. "How long are they going to keep this up, huh? I swear if they don't confess to each other right now, I'll punch them both in the face." She said to Alexei

He let out one of his characteristic laughs. "Patience kid, I'm sure something will happen today," he concluded mysteriously.

In the living room, Y/n didn't know how to make things better. Resigned, she sighed, "Fine, uhm, I think I'll go. I won't bother you anymore. Sorry."

Bob, surprised, watched her get up with puppy dog ​​eyes. Before she could completely walk away, he raised his hand and gently brushed his fingers against hers. Y/n turned to look at him, confused. "Wait, don't go... you weren't bothering me" he said shyly.

"So why do you act so weird around me?" She crossed her arms.

He stood up hesitantly, standing near her, swallowed, took a breath and sighed "uhh well, it's just that..." he didn't know how to find the courage to confess "It's just that I think I like you..."

y/n opened her eyes in surprise and he got more nervous and blushing he blurted out "Uh well actually I don't know if I like you that way, I'm not saying that you're not pretty so that he wouldn't like you!, I mean you're very beautiful and very kind to me and uh" Bob seemed to stumble over his words and she just smiled tenderly. He realized he looked like a fool so he closed his eyes and said "The only thing I know is that when I'm with you I can be myself, well, almost. You know, sometimes The Void wanders around my mind and it bothers me but when I'm with you he seems more... silent. And, and it makes me feel good, with you I feel good and it's something I haven't felt in a long time. Yeah, just that"

He finished with a nervous smile and stared at her expectantly, praying that she wouldn't run away or hate him or something. But no. She would never do that and deep down he knew it. The girl simply gave him a sincere smile, one of those that don't come so easily to others, a smile that radiated warmth and shone like the sun itself. Y/n approached him and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around her back and rested his face in the hollow of her shoulder, feeling safe.

"I.. I didn't know that you felt that way for me. And I thought you were scared of me maybe" she giggled

Bob laughed softly, and she could feel his smile against her skin. He pulled away slightly. "You could never scare me, especially knowing that you don't fear me" he said, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Y/n smiled compassionately and placed her hands on his cheeks, giving him a kiss on the cheek very close to the corners of his lips. Bob froze, surprised, not expecting that sudden and sweet gesture. She laughed amusedly and softly asked him "May I?" looking at him with doe eyes that made his heart pound hard as if he could faint at any moment.

He nodded vigorously and she closed her eyes and placed her lips delicately on his. At first he blushed and she felt the heat of his face but then he closed his eyes and let himself go. The kiss was tender and sweet, not wanting to rush things, she didn't want to pressure him, she just wanted him to adapt to the rhythm. But quickly, as if he had wished for this a long time ago, he slowly lowered his hands to her waist, holding her firmly in place and his mouth opened to speed up the pace. When things started to heat up, she brought her hands to his hair, caressing the back of his neck while he leaned closer to her, not wanting to let her go.

Unfortunately, before they could move on to the next level, a cough and a clearing of the throat put them on alert, quickly separating and looking at the person who had interrupted them. Yelena had a serious face and her nose wrinkled slightly in a disgusted grimace.

"I swear to God, if you start doing it on the living room floor, I won't be cleaning anything up the next day. In fact, I'll make you clean up your mess."

Alexei arrived right behind the blonde laughing but then seeing Bob and Y/n far from each other his face turned into disappointment "Oh c'mon!, I missed the fun"

Y/n looked away blushing and trying to hide a smile, Bob smiling shyly asked her "so that means that I... I mean that you, feel the same way?"

She caressed his face "I thought it was already clear" and laughing she gave him another kiss on the cheek and said goodbye going to her room.

As she passed by Alexei, he shouted, "I told you!!!" She walked down the hall and simply stuck her middle finger above her head.

[layla4567]

Omg this is like a sweet punch in the heart ✨️💘💖🌸😭 (if that makes sense)

Every breath you take || (Bob Reynolds x reader)

Summary: After a failed mission, in which Y/N ​​almost drowned trying to keep herself and Bob afloat, the man feels guilty for not being able to save them. Or more like, save her.

Author's note: Did you guys watch the new teaser of THUNDERBOLTS*???? I literally can't stop watching it and I repeat over and over again to find any new detaill of Sentry.

I'm gonna start writing more of Bob Reynolds because it's never enough <33

《tags: fluff, hints of angst, Bob being shy, mentions of drowning, angst, Bob being guilty for what happened》

Lost and insecure.

That's how Bob felt after having caused destruction in New York City. After having been the cause - or having been part of - such chaos that drove the city crazy.

He still didn't fully understand his powers and everything that he and... his other self were capable of. It hadn't been long since Valentina and her followers experimented on him to turn him into their weapon. But when he was able to escape Valentina's perfect varnished nails, he was able to feel a little calmer.

Until he felt the heavy gazes of the rest of the team again.

It wasn't like they did it on purpose to make him feel bad about himself, but they still hadn't forgotten what had happened. Bob knew it would take time to gain their trust and really become part of the group, but he was struggling to do so. He constantly made an effort to make small gestures and actions that showed he was trying hard. But the man always received a smile that was almost polite rather than genuine. He couldn't blame them though, Bob would be like that too if he were in the rest of them's place.

He always kept quiet. When Alexei, Yelena or Bucky spoke to him, he allowed himself to respond. Or when it was time to eat, he usually excused himself by saying that he wasn't hungry, but whenever the rest finished and went somewhere else, he would go to the kitchen, take a plate of food and eat it while silence surrounded him. The silence of the environment, because his head was always making noise.

If they didn't want to include him yet, he would wait. However, even if he didn't realize it, Y/N was always there trying to include him.

The girl didn't feel pity for the man. No, that was not it. She knew what he was going through, because she had also been through something similar, so she could understand him. Besides, there was no point in bringing up the past and blaming Bob for his actions, because every member of the team had done wrong in their past. Even her.

And now it's not like they were doing anything good either.

Y/N was fighting off four men who were trying to stop her. The team was on a mission to infiltrate the mansion of a drug dealer of the Soldier's serum, who was trafficking it to the least suitable people to manipulate it. They had fought and killed many of those who crossed their path to stop him. Staining their hands with blood, something they were already accustomed to.

After Y/N was able to finish off the men, she takes the suitcase with the samples and places the earphone in her ear.

"I already have the samples. We need to move before more of them arrive" she announces as she rushes to run through the hallways until she exits through the courtyard of the mansion.

"Got it. Guys, go to the meeting point" Yelena orders "Alexei will come for you"

"On my way!" The man says.

Y/N adjusts the suitcase in her hands and walks through the backyard that overlooks a large forest. It was obvious that such a person would live as far away from everything as possible to avoid being caught. In the distance she sees Bob waiting for her. They had agreed on this meeting place so that Alexei could come and pick them up in the helicopter. The spot was right on the edge of a cliff so that Alexei could stay in the air when he picked them up and escape as soon as they got into the helicopter. It was quite high from where they were, and as Bob waited he had seen how rocky it was down there and how the waves broke against the rocks in a violent impact.

Y/N comes to Bob's side and smiles at him, moving the suitcase triumphantly.

"I told you it would be easy," she tells him, catching her breath.

Bob, in the splendid Sentry suit, looked at her proudly and shyly at the same time.

"You should have let me go with you. Something could have happened to you," he mentions, looking over the girl's shoulder, in case someone unexpectedly came.

"Worried about me?" she asks amused. Bob blushes "Aww, no one has ever worried about me that much"

He smiles amused and looks away to the sky to see if Alexei is nearby. "Are you sure you want to wait for him? I could carry you in my arms so we can get out of here faster" the man points out, turning to look at her again.

"It's okay. They'll come for us," she points out, and her eyes widen as she sees a man sneak up behind Bob and hit him with a rock. "Bob!"

Y/N rushes to send the man flying away with her powers, while she watches as Bob staggers and falls off the cliff. She drops the suitcase and without hesitating twice, she throws herself after the brown-haired boy, who luckily doesn't fall into the rocks.

Bob falls into the depths of the sea, while Y/N dives right behind him to grab him. As she can, she grabs his arm and tries to pull him afloat, but he's heavier than her, so it's harder than it looks. As soon as she manages to lift him a little and pull him with her, Y/N gets her head out of the water while trying to get Bob's head to face the outside as well.

She tries to stay calm, but the desperation of not touching the ground consumes her. The waves crash against both of them, causing Y/N to start gulping water.

"Yelena...." she tries to speak.

"Y/N..... we are...... guys....." Yelena's voice is heard in her ear.

"We're in the water," she manages to say, before a wave covers them for a few moments.

Y/N clings to Bob's unconscious body, still straining to keep them both out of the water. She feels the tiredness take over every muscle in her body, feeling the temperature of the water freezing her with every passing second. Y/N spits out the water that enters her mouth and looks at Bob, who keeps his eyes closed.

"Please, Bob. Stay with me" she begs, hugging him against her as best she can to stay afloat "Stay with me..."

After that, Y/N closes her eyes.

Y/N opens them still feeling like she's in the sea. But she's relieved to look around the corners of her room.

She sits on the bed and sighs as she listens to the raindrops falling hard outside, feeling at peace for a moment until she remembers the man.

Bob.

Where is him? Is he okay?

These and more questions invade the girl's head.

"Shit" she curses and rushes to remove the sheets from her body, bringing her feet to the floor, but feeling an object that prevents her from moving.

Or rather, the body of a person.

"Ah! Shit!" he complains.

Y/N looks with surprise at the person, freezing in place as soon as she sees that it's Bob, sitting on the floor and removing the blankets from his body.

"Bob? What are you doing sleeping on the floor?" she asks him, kneeling down next to him.

Bob scratches his eyes and then looks at her.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay," he replies in a low tone, as if he were embarrassed, "after the mission."

She gulps and a small smile curves her lips.

"Are you okay?" she asks, bringing her hand closer to his, but not touching it.

Bob nods.

"I'm sorry" he says suddenly.

Y/N frowns not quite understanding what he's referring to. "What are you sorry about?"

Bob stares at her with guilt flashing in his blue eyes.

"That I couldn't have saved you right away."

She looks down and shakes her head.

"It's not your fault" she lets him know. "We didn't see the guy coming and we didn't know what was going to happen after that either."

Bob closes his eyes and lets out a sigh, starting to feel the pain in his head spreading. He feels the guilt consume him and believes that the team will continue to hate him for what happened. Y/N shakes her head at the thoughts of the man in front of her.

"Stop blaming yourself Bob, no one will hate you for what happened" Y/N intertwines her fingers with his. “I don’t want to see you like this.”

Bob reconnects his gaze with hers, letting her fingers caress his.

“I don’t want you to hate me,” he admits in a whisper. “I’m supposed to be strong and have the power to protect you guys from anything. Protect you from anything, but I.... couldn’t. I was weak.”

She rushes to wrap her arms around him, feeling him hug her tightly, as if she were going to fade away from his arms. Y/N caresses his back, feeling the wool fabric of his blue vest that he wears to sleep. The girl feels him sob on her shoulder, feeling a weight on her heart.

"Bob, it's okay" she whispers.

They spend a little more time hugging each other until Bob calms down a little, still in her arms. When they separate, she puts her hands on the man's cheeks so that he looks at her.

"What happened doesn't make you weak. We can't always save others, but we can let ourselves be saved by others" she tells him softly, under the man's saddened gaze. "It's not your obligation to protect me, but I appreciate that you want to do it."

Bob reimains silent.

She lets out a sigh as she sees that the guilt is still eating him up inside. Y/N makes a face and stands up, being watched by Bob from the floor, with puppy dog ​​eyes.

"Come," she holds out her hand.

Bob frowns slightly and stands up holding her hand. Y/N leads him by the hand until he is in front of her bed, to which he opens his eyes like saucers.

"No, I can't...."

"Bob," she interrupts him.

With her look she seems to tell him that she will not let him continue sleeping on the floor, so he gives up and watches as Y/N lays down, leaving him a space on the bed. Hesitantly, he drops onto the bed and climbs inside, while Y/N covers him with the sheets. Bob gulps and doesn't know where to put his hands or how to position himself so as not to disturb her or make her feel uncomfortable, so the girl takes the initiative and puts her head on Bob's chest, putting an arm around his waist and hugging him. The brunette moves his hands slowly until he hugs her waist as well and feels the warmth of the closeness between them.

Bob prays that the girl can't hear the rapid beating of his heart against his chest, but he knows that's impossible with her so close to his chest. He doesn't care anymore though, because she's in his arms now and in that moment he knows that she's safe.

"I promise next time I won't let anything bad happen to you" he whispers as his eyes gaze out the window and out into the rainy night "I'll be watching you. Always"

She smiles and feels her heart warm at his words.

"I know" she lets him know "I promise you that too, Bob"

And both swear on their souls that such a promise will not be broken.