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MCU

Bob Reynolds

And If I'm Crying, It's Because I'm in Love

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And If I'm Crying, It's Because I'm in Love

Pairing: Bob Reynolds/F!Reader

Notes: It's quite literally been ten years since I've written anything on here. If you'd told me I'd be writing for Marvel again I'd never believe you. But Bob's sad eyes and slut waist have captured me heart and soul so here I am. Also Ethel Cain supremacy.

Warnings: Depressed reader and Bob. It's mainly just hurt/comfort tbh. No use of Y/N.

WC: 700

Summary: “It’s easy for him to get out of me/ what I’ve been praying will get out of me,”

Congrats, you’ve broken free from your chains. You’re no longer considered a monster. But you’ll never forget the way they looked at you.

Bob speaking her name broke the reverie she’d found herself in. She looks into her reflection, trying not to wince at the sight of her own face. Instead her gaze trails up to meet his, baby blues searching her face for something she doesn’t want to name. When their eyes meet, she can’t help but shoot him a meek grin. Always trying to comfort him, even when she’s the one in need of it.

Bob can’t return it, though the side of his mouth twitches like he wants to. But he can’t help but be anything but genuine with her, and right now he can’t smile like he means it when she can’t.

Unable to stand the sight of herself through her peripherals, she turns to face him, arms coming up to hug herself. Self-soothing. A part of Bob’s heart cracked at that, even if he understood the impulse. How many years had he spent holding himself, cradling the hurt in his shaking and damaged hands because no one else bothered?

No one else until her. Until Yelena. Until the rest of the Thunderbolts.

And now, it was time for him to return the favor.

Even though he trembled with anxiety, he opened himself up. Spread his left arm out and reached out to her with his right hand. Fingers stretching out and beckoning, pleading. He was a dog showing vulnerability for the first time, recklessly flopping onto his back, belly up, head tilted back to expose his neck. I trust you with the softest parts of me. His body language said. Do what you will with them.

And to her, the girl whose hands had only ever hurt others for so long, that was everything.

Later on, upon reflection, it would terrify her how quickly her walls came crashing down. Walls she thought were made of pure vibranium crumbling apart like they’d actually been paper-mâché the whole time. But in that moment, she ignored the debris cluttering her heart and ran to him. She fell into him, melting into the hard planes of his body like she’d been poured into his arms. And he held her close, in awe of how perfectly she felt against him, distantly wondering if he was born specifically to hold her. Treasure her. More than puzzle pieces fitting together, more than yin and yang. Two hearts melding into one body.

“I’ve got you,” He whispered. There was no need to, not really. But he felt like the moment called for it, like if he spoke any louder she’d shatter into stardust. She wasn’t a fragile in any sense of the word, but everyone had moments where they were made of glass, and this was hers. “Even when you’ve convinced yourself you don’t deserve it. Especially then,”

Her lips quirked up a little then, recognizing that he was parroting the very words she’d spoken to him after the Void fiasco. She pressed her nose into his neck, squeezing him in response. “I’m not worth all of this,”

He shook his head. “It’s a good thing you don’t get to decide what I think is worth my time and effort,”

She allowed herself a full on smile then. He could feel it, could feel the tension slowly seeping from her shoulders, spilling down his fingers like water before becoming mist into the air around them.

I love you.

It almost came out of both of them, at the same time. But neither wanted to ruin the moment, wanted to be too much for the other, so they kept the secret pressed against the back of their teeth.

I won’t be greedy. They thought in tandem. I’ll be fine with this, for now.

One day, probably soon, the secret would tumble out of them into the open air, ruining everything in the best way. But for now, in the quiet sanctuary of the bathroom, this was enough.