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Thunderbolts x reader, maybe continuation of the black widow fic you did where the reader is taskmaster, but basically the plot of the movie stays the same (minus Ava killing taskmaster) but actually become close with Ava and John and Yelena and reader having mental breakdowns together

Forgive me, little sister Part II (platonic)

Forgive me, little sister Part I

Marvel Masterlist I

Marvel Masterlist II

Anything in () aside from (Your name)is Russian :)

Summary: Years after being freed from being Taskmaster, you haven’t heard from your family. That all changes on one very special, apparently final, mission…

Warnings: Mental health, depression, suicidal thoughts, self-hatred, violence, trauma.

You didn’t know why Yelena and Alexei never called after Natasha’s death. They didn’t even try.

You were promised a family, but instead got nothing. You were left alone, with barely any memories or even identity.

Natasha may have apologised, but then she died, and Yelena never came back for you.

Valentina, a woman you hadn’t heard of before, approached you one day.

“Mask is a little needless,” she said, “but we can make it work. Makes you harder to track.”

So, that’s how you fell into a spiral: once again killing and tracking like you did with Dreykov, but people who were, as you were told, bad and deserved it.

You didn’t talk much, but when you did, you had a voice coder in your helmet.

“Edgy,” Valentina quipped one time when contacting you, “you know, I don’t care if you don’t let anyone else in. But you have to let me in. I can’t fully help you otherwise.”

“Help me?” You parroted.

“With your scars from the Black Widow programme,” she didn’t even look at you, knowing your eyes at widened, “oh, I know all about you. Tragic story, but skills that make you useful in a world where so many people are useless.

“Don’t worry, though,” she said as she condescendingly tapped your shoulder, “your secret is safe with me.”

For how long, though, you asked yourself.

You didn’t talk to anyone, just kept to yourself.

The idea that Natasha gave to you when Yelena, her, Alexei and Melinda saved you brought hope to you. Safety. Life.

That was just a lie, just like how you told yourself, in that moment, that you deserved it, to be cherished, loved, worth fighting for. 

It was a lie, all of it. 

So, you slaved. You worked yourself to the bone, only really patching yourself up when Valentina scolded you for it.

The Widows you hunted and killed, the innocent people you killed.

Why were you still here?

“I have another job for you,” Valentina said, “then you’re free to…do, whatever it is that you do in your spare time.”

She had found a sort of language with you. So, no response meant for her to just send it over.

O.X.E were being broken into, you needed to trail the person who was entering the premises and kill them.

Valentina had used you for experiments, so you were both Taskmaster and…something else.

When you entered, you saw someone who made your rage boil: Yelena.

So, she seemed to be the intruder? But, from what Valentina had told you, she did not match the description at all.

No, what matched it was the man she was fighting: The failed Captain America.

So, you got right into action. 

You were quick, but so was he. 

You were even, well, in terms of speed. You had guns and a blade, he had a shield. He launched it, and you ducked. 

You heard Yelena call out to you, but it was too late. You were sent flying by a new contender. She phased in and out, using it to dodge and then get one over on you.

It was brutal, painful, but nothing you weren't used to.

You got up, disoriented. As you went to the new person — a woman, Yelena got in front, hands up:

“(Your name), stop!” she cried, “Stop…we were all sent here to kill each other. Valentina set us up.” 

“Stop, (sister),” her voice was soft. It hadn't changed. She hadn't changed, aside from the blue eyeliner. 

“Wait, this twerp is your sister?” Walker asked. 

Yelena pointed at him: Careful. 

“I still have a job to do,” the Ghost said, gun aimed at you, “nothing personal.

To her surprise, one that made her pause, you put your weapons away and gently pushed Yelena aside. 

“Do it,” you said, voice clear for the first time in…god knew how long.

“What?!” Yelena said in disgust and horror.

She then turned to the woman, “Please…” 

Despite your helmet, the woman met your eyes before looking at you, actually looking at you.

“God, you're barely an adult,” she whispered. 

“Jesus,” Walker said, “they're sending kids to do an adult's job.” 

“Still kicked your arse,” the woman sneered, eyes still on you.

You hadn't moved. You hadn't spoken. You just waited. 

She lowered her pistol.

A new person entered. A man: Bob.

He was kind. Also kind of confused. 

A timer appeared: Two minutes. 

You were a solo act, not something you would exactly say with a proud smirk like some people in movies that you watched to attempt to claw back some semblance of a life, but more of a sad acknowledgement. 

So, for now, the four of you (and Bob) worked together. Walker used his shield to break a machine that blocked the woman's powers (that Yelena found). The woman was phasing out of the room, opening it, just before the incinerator killed you all. 

You came to, a hand reaching down to you, the woman who was meant to take your life and had now just saved it. 

You took it. She helped you up. 

“You alright?” she asked, sounding genuinely interested in your well-being. 

You nodded, so did she. 

Yelena was talking to Bob, a softness in her eyes. Sisterly concern, she had coined it. 

She'd found a new member of her family then, a brother. Another person who lost their memory.

Maybe she wouldn't abandon him. You hoped she didn't. 

“Hey,” the woman said, “look, you and your sister’s thing is your thing. But, right now, we need to focus on getting out of here alive, ok?”

You nodded, grabbing your pistol, unloading a magazine, and holding it to her. 

“Gun is nearly empty,” you said, English broken.

She took it. “Thank you.”

Walker broke the wall, announcing it to all of you. 

You found yourself at the bottom of a seemingly infinite climb.

So, you all hooked arms, starting to climb together.

“How old are you, kid?” 

“I don't know.”

“You don't know?” Walker said, not believing you.

“She had her memories corrupted,” Yelena explained, “file destroyed. She doesn't know, and neither does anyone else.” 

“Yeah, well, I was meant to be the next Captain —”

“We know!” the two women shouted.

You continued to make your way up. 

Then, the cucumber incident occurred. 

Even you joined in with the shouting of that. 

You didn't want all these people to fall and die.

Walker, being Walker, decided that he would be the one to do the heroics. Before anyone could stop him, he went up. 

You barely had time to reach your sword and slam it into the wall. Yelena grabbed onto you, leaning back and using her grappling hook to grab Bob.

“Ok, uh, we will climb up (Your name) and —” Yelena couldn't finish, as you slammed another blade into the wall, effortlessly moving while supporting the other two.

“She’s strong!” Bob cheered for his new friend. 

“This isn't right,” Yelena said. You paused, tilting your head to her, “What did Valentina do to you?” 

You didn't answer, only continuing to climb.

Yelena went up, then Bob. 

When he made contact with you, you weren't holding onto the ledge…you were somewhere else. 

Dreykov was there. You were younger. You could make out your features, but this was just when you were moved. 

He looked at your younger self before hitting you.

“Get up, pathetic one.” 

“Is she ok?!” a distorted voice asked. 

“I don't…(Your name), Wake up!” It was Yelena who answered. 

You took off your helmet, crouching near your younger self. 

You grabbed your arms, helping yourself up.

A gun cock. You turned. Dreykov had it on your head. 

“I should have killed you as soon as I met you, child.” 

“WAKE UP!”

You gasped, looking down into that pit of darkness. You were upside down. You felt a rope around your foot. Whoever had spoken before was now quiet. But how —

“(Your name)!” Yelena’s voice cracked. 

You looked up, Yelena was looking over that edge you were grabbing onto just moments ago, her grapple was out of its holder. Her eyes twinkled with tears. 

The other two stood, looking down at you with something foreign to you: concern. 

“Jesus, kid,” Walker said, “I mean…i don't know why I was facing the damn thing…but —” 

“You let go!” the woman shouted, eyes wide. 

You grabbed the rope, using a knife to cut the bit at your foot, using the but in your had to swing yourself to the wall. The other two helped Yelena in pulling you up. 

You reached it. Three sets of hands grabbing you and helping you up.

You felt two cup your face. Yelena knelt next to you. She put her head against your helmet, “Don't you ever do that to me again.” 

You would be honest, say that you'd try not to. Instead, you pushed her away, standing up and going to the door. 

“That was rude,” Walker said. 

You didn't answer, only looking out the door. 

O.X.E were here for you…and Bob.

Yelena’s plan was smart. But it required something you guys didn't really have: trust. 

The woman looked to you, before she went outside, “I'll be waiting. I promise.” 

Why was she being kind to you? Sure, she almost saw you die, but you had to guess that she had seen people die before. 

You went with Yelena and Bob, “can I have a gun?” he asked. 

“(Your name) and I will handle it. You just stay behind us.”

“We will get you out of this (odd one),” you assured. 

Yelena, internally, was relieved. You were together on this.

“Why did you push me away?” she asked, voice quiet. You continued flicking the switches that you needed.

“You don't get to play sister-dearest now. You left me.” 

You could feel the hurt coming off of her in waves. 

“I didn't mean to —”

“Valentina found me!” you snapped, “she found me trying to break into a building to just get found and die. She – she called them off, hired me instead. And now she just – she's like everyone else, they all find out in the end…even after I let her experiment on me —”

“You did —”

“Everyone leaves me, Yelena!” Was this the place? No. But, it was coming out now, “because I am not worth any of it. You promised family, then left! I let myself believe it, for a second!” You shoved her back, “but I'll get you out. I'll let you and your new brother Bob get out. I'm done after this. I tried, I really did…”

The lights went out, but not back on. 

Shit.

It was odd, how Yelena and you fell back into fighting together. You would lower your back, she would roll. She'd throw you something, you'd catch it. 

It was like old times. 

But that was all they were…old. The past. 

You made it to Walker, after almost killing him, before using the armour from the people that you had hurt or killed as a disguise. 

It was working. You had made them all turn around when you took your helmet off. To your relief, and wonder as to why, they did. 

You made it…well, almost made it. You had to get a vehicle.

You wouldn't lie if you said you hadn't jumped when the woman appeared, appearing in the driver's seat. 

You sat with Bob in the back.

“I like your eyes,” he said.

“What?”

“Your eyes,” he elaborated, “they're a nice colour.” 

You weren't entirely sure how to take the compliment.

“Sorry,” he said, seemingly understanding, “I'm not great at giving or receiving them either. Have a little voice in the back of my head…some days it's louder. But, it's always there, saying —”

“You aren't worthy of it.”

Bob took off his helmet, smiling a sad but soft one, “Exactly.” 

You heard Walker talking to someone, an actual O.X.E employee. The employee was getting irritated. 

Looked like a fight was —

“Hey,” Bob said, “I um…I don't know how to use this thing, I'm sure my demonstration back there was pretty much the best example,” he said, scratching his neck as he took his armour off.

You nodded.

“But, you do. And, I'm sorry to ask — it's dumb — but, maybe.” 

You grabbed a rifle, checking the magazine before putting it back in. 

“If this is it,” you looked at him, eyes soft, “at least I won't be alone for a few minutes.” 

He smiled, “Thank you. I mean it.” 

You nodded, “Let’s go be dumb and lose our minds together.”

He smiled. He was scared, you were relieved. An ending. A use. 

You fired the gun, Taskmaster armour back on. Bob was behind you, shouting and grabbing attention

Guns were trained on you, the lights blinding.

You moved yourself in front of Bob, but he then moved himself next to you, hand going into yours. 

“Together?” you nodded.

“No, Bob helped,” Yelena said from the car. 

“Bob’s not alone,” Walker said, a small bit of fear slipping into his voice.

“Oh no…” Ghost said.

“What do you —” Yelena’s heart stopped.

Her ears rang when the bullets went. Watching your bodies jerk with each hit. Watching you fall. 

The ringing continued. She didn't even know if she cried out for you. She didn’t know if she screamed. She couldn't feel a tear run down her face. 

They had made it out, but it felt worthless without you.

Bob took off, literally. They all looked up. Meaning they didn't see you. They didn't see you crawl to a box for cover. They didn't see you crawl your way to a hill and roll your way down it. 

They ignored you, completely. 

A massive boom occurred, the shockwave waking you up as you felt your body heal itself. 

You slowly got up, legs shaky. 

You were alive again. 

Not even Valentina could kill you. 

You started walking through the night, with no sense of direction. You just walked. 

You didn't know if your body would break down without food or water. Would it eat itself, only to then repair?

You found a road and followed it.

Hours went by. Where had Bob gone? He was an experiment, too, it seemed. Why else would he have been there? 

Your legs gave way. Maybe you weren't invincible after all. 

You felt arms grab you, then turn you around. 

“Oh, (little one)!” a familiar voice yelled out. 

You felt hands grab your helmet. You couldn't stop Alexei. 

Your helmet came off, and then a bottle came to your lips, “Drink, (daughter). Drink,” he was soft, kind. Elated.

You opened your eyes and saw him. He still looked the same, a bit Balder than you remembered, but the same other than that.

“(Dad)?” you asked. 

He nodded, wiping a tear away.

He helped you up. “Are you alright?”

You shook your head.

“It's alright, I'm here. Pappa is here,” he said, comfortingly, “I'm here. Pappa is here.” 

He looked around, “Now, come. We must save your sister —”

The clap of the slap and the power took him by surprise. 

“Why do you have to be so nasty?”

He was shoved against the car the next moment, “it's always Yelena, Yelena, Yelena with you! What about me?! Your other daughter, the other one who is alive? Did you even think about me?!”

“Of course I did!”

“Then where were you?”

He faltered. So did you. 

“I let myself be pumped full of drugs and shit —”

“Language —”

“—Stuff,” you corrected, hands up, “to just try… I don't know, feel wanted?” 

Alexei felt his heart break. 

“I bet Yelena visited…”

“She did.”

You looked at the floor, fingers playing with each other, “of course she did,” you were too tired to be angry.

“Did you have cellphone?”

You shook your head.

“Thus I could not call —”

He held up his hand as you went to talk, “—but that is not an excuse. You are my daughter. I should have tried harder. Especially with your mind telling horrible lies.” 

You looked up at him, eyes glassy. 

He smiled, “I am glad you have kept yourself alive, even if not well. That is foundation that we can build from.”

You sniffled.

Alexei picked up your helmet, holding it to you, “wear it if you want,” he pulled it away when you reached for it, “but I do not think you have to. You are (your name), my daughter. And you look beautiful regardless.” 

You took it, but didn't have it on your head for once.

You rode in companionable silence. You felt a bit lighter, but still the darkness clawed at you. 

“There,” you said, pointing. 

Alexis started on the horn, laughing, “Ah, see? This is why I couldn't find you! You know how to hide tracks!” 

Despite yourself, you chuckled.

“YELENA!l Alexei bellowed, “YOUR SISTER AND I ARE HERE TO TELL YOU: DO NOT GO TO THE VAULT!”

Yelena looked up at the mention of you. Ava and Walker looked at each other: You were alive?

They made their way down to Alexei. Yelena got in the front, her eyes sparkling as she saw you eating snacks in the back seat, your helmet off. 

Alexei got in before she could speak. But he nodded, knowing what she was thinking. 

Ava got in, pausing as she looked at you. 

“Don't have too much,” she teased, “still need to run away, remember?”

You nodded, putting a thumb up. 

Walker got in, “You like, never get to eat any of this stuff before?” 

You paused, looking to him, before shaking your head. 

“Stuck in a lab?” Ava asked in understanding. 

“Sometimes,” you said, the pair noticing the Russian accent. 

“I'm sorry,” it was Walker who said that, in the softest voice you had heard him use. 

“Thank you,” you answered. He nodded. 

The conversation moved on to Bob. 

“He’s a bit weird, if you ask me,” Walker was back to his old self,”

“Ah,” Alexei groaned, “we all have quirks, failed Captain America.” Despite Alexei’s words being said with a happy tone, they stung Walker: “That's why we make friends, to find people who accept them.” 

Before it could continue, O.X.E forces showed up. John used his shield, you used your pistol. Ava tried to use her phase ability, only for the speaker that was used before to shriek and block her ability, forcing her to hold her ears. 

You pulled her in, feeling bullets tear into you. You fell to the floor. 

Yelena looked back, seeing you like that. It drove a rage in her. She leant out of the window, firing her pistol. 

The truck…exploded. 

Ava grabbed you, hoisting you back up, “I’ve got you,” she said. 

John was back at the window, blocking all the bullets that he could. 

Yelena knew there was a rage in her, but did it channel into her bullets —?

No, it was Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. 

John celebrated too early. 

“Ah, shit —” he couldn't finish his celebration, as the bomb Bucky put on your car went off. 

You woke up groggily. 

“Morning,” Bucky said. 

No one else was awake yet. 

You looked to him, “you know, before everything went down with our split and Thanos, Nat spoke about you. She wanted to try find you.”

You just watched him as he continued, “And…after everything, I tried to look for you for a bit. Thought maybe I could help. You remind me of me.”

He walked to you, then paused when you flinched. He put his hands up, moving slower, “You know I spent years hating myself for what I did as the Winter Soldier…”

As you watched him, you felt the tears build, “…and I don’t think it ever goes away. But, maybe I can help you find ways to cope.” 

“Why?” You asked, voice cracking.” 

“Because you deserve to be ok,” Yelena said, still trying to wake up herself. She blinked, “You…you deserve a good life.” 

Before you could answer, the others woke up. Bucky nodded at you before getting up. 

“They tracked you through this,” Bucky held up your helmet, “she put a tracker in there.”

You looked down. You almost got them all killed.

Of course, you almost did, you piece of —

“But, Bucky said, breaking you out of your thoughts, “they also did because that slow limousine Alexei was driving.”

“Hey!” The man roared, “Do not insult my car! It was getting faster —”

“We reached top speed before the chase even began,” Yelena argued. 

Alexei sulked. 

Bucky was shit at remembering Bob’s name, but he got the gist: Valentina wanted him for her gain, another victim to abuse and having agency ripped from them. 

“If I take that,” you nodded at your helmet, “she’ll know we’re coming.”

“Oh, don’t worry, she’ll know,” Bucky said.

You all looked at him. “I have a plan.”

So, the plan changed: Stop Valentina and save Bob.

Thus, the Thunderbolts were born. 

You sat in the back of the truck with Yelena, Ava and John. 

The fatigue of the past two days was catching up with you. 

As you playfully teased John for his helmet, you felt yourself drift off. Your head went on Yelena’s shoulder as your breathing evened out. 

No one moved. No one spoke. 

“Glad she’s able to get some rest,” John said.

“Just glad she’s alive,” Ava admitted.

“Going soft?” John teased.

“Shove off,” she said, but a smile was there. 

Yelena ran her hand through your hair before planting a kiss on your head. 

You were woken up by a crash as Bucky’s “plan” started. 

Yelena and you moved in sync once again. 

However, John called your name. You hopped on his shield, and he sent you up, before you slammed back into the ground. It caused enough of a quake to knock people over. 

Ava then appeared, grabbing you and moving you from danger. Alexei then took care of the ones who fired at you. 

Then:

“Jesus, you guys. I had them unlock the front door for you,” Valentina said, “Just come up.”

You did. This was going well. You all even kept each other in check with Valentina.

It all went wrong when Bob came down. He was in a suit, going by the name of Sentry.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

But he did. He really did hurt you. 

Bucky lost his arm. You lost your helmet. 

The rest of you got the hell kicked out of you. 

You all limped back to the lift, Bob kicking you your helmet before the doors shut. 

You all went outside the tower.

Yelena was furious, sad, and vulnerable. She lashed out. As she turned to you, though, she paused. 

You were vomiting. 

Ava was by your side, hand on your back. 

“Are you —”

You shoved past her before letting out a guttural scream. They all watched, and even civilians looked at you. 

You fell to your knees. 

Yelena wiped at her eyes. 

John looked down.

Ava gulped.

Alexei looked heartbroken.

A knee went in front of you. You looked up.

It was Bucky.

“Sometimes screaming is a good start to healing —”

“Bucky —”

“No, I’m serious, John,” Bucky said.

“She was watching me,” you said, “through this fucking thing.”

You slammed it on the ground. Letting out another scream as you hit it again, and again, and again. 

John pushed you back gently before using his taco shield to slam into the helmet. Ava then appeared, kicking it. Bucky then caught it, bending it.

He threw it to Alexei. He threw it.

Yelena looked at you. You just looked at the helmet.

She fired at it, emptying a clip, without even looking. 

“No more, Valentina,” she vowed, walking over to you and crouching next to you. 

“Go away, Yelena.”

“No.”

Go. Away.”

She shook her head, “Not this time.” 

She grabbed your arms gently, helping you up. 

“I should have stayed with you,” she said, “I'm sorry (little sister).” 

Then, she took your hand and led the way. 

You followed, numb.

“(Daughters) wait,” Alexei called out.

“No. Go away.”

“No.”

“Then keep following us.”

“I will. Because that is what family does.” 

“Stop!” Yelena yelled. She was angry, angry about the lack of content she had in her life, the emptiness she felt, the loneliness.

Her hand squeezed yours more and more. It was a release, to let it all out. 

“When I see you both, I don't see your mistakes.”

The three of you, for the first time, hugged. As a family. 

It didn't last long. Bob had been pushed beyond a point. 

The void was what they called him, what he was. 

“We are all alone,” he said, as people disappeared. 

Yelena and you, after you all had helped lift a wall, looked at each other. 

You couldn't run anymore, it wouldn't get you anywhere. 

You reached out first. Yelena’s hand then went into yours. 

You both looked at Bob, your friend. Your pseudo-brother in arms in all this, saying one thing:

“No, you're not.”

Your hands left each other when you went into the void. 

You were back there, with Dreykov. 

You tried to shield your former self. You tried and tried and tried. 

Your nose dripped with blood from the number of hits you took.

“You can end this, little one,” Dreykov said, kneeling, holding the pistol. He put it in your hand and aimed it at your head, “all those voices. All that noise. All that pain. It can all stop.” 

You heard banging on a wall. It was desperate. You heard a muffled voice. There was a window. Blinds started to close. 

You heard banging on the window. 

It stopped. 

Then, a figure appeared, Bob.

“Hey,” was what he said. 

You looked at Dreykov. You hit him, grabbed the gun and fired at the window, before jumping through. 

You landed on the cold floor. 

“(Your name)?!” Yelena said, helping you up. 

You were in a cold blue room. A training room. 

Yelena had finished loading the gun first. 

She walked over to her younger self, making sure she didn't see it. She reached a hand out to you.

You took it, tightening the grip as the whip fell against yours and the other girls’ hands. 

A mirror held Bob. Yelena fired at it, before, hand in hand, you jumped through. 

There was another Yelena, this one passed out against a bathtub.

Your Yelena looked to you, both to see that you were still there and to see your reaction. 

You put a hand on her shoulder. 

A fight occurred, the vodka being shoved down her. 

You went to help, but real Yelena put a hand up: don't.

The next time around, you let Memory Yelena be. 

Bob showed himself again. 

Once again, thank you, you held hands and went through the mirror. 

You sat with Bob. You spoke to him, reminded him that you were there, and that you wouldn’t leave him. You opened up about your own traumas. It was healthy.

“Before, when we were escaping,” he looked at you, “you said that I was Yelena’s brother. Why?” 

“I saw the look she gave you,” you admitted, “she only gives that to family. That level of concern.”

“Sisterly concern,” the two of you finished, “I said that when we were young. Before everything.” 

“This isn't about me,” you said, looking back at Bob.

“I can't — I can't get…the void hasn't just trapped me. Yes, you entered willingly, but…”

“I think what Bob is trying to say,” Yelena said, putting a hand on his lap and another on yours, “is that we may save Bob, but you will be stuck here in the process.”

“I —” your eyes shimmered, but both just sat, watching you with patient and understanding eyes, “it hurt me when you left to find the other widows. I didn’t know where you were or how to find you.

“Memories came and went. But…I had no purpose anymore. I felt…empty. I just…” You looked at Yelena, “I just wanted it to stop.”

She gulped, but nodded. She was listening.

You heard a door below you slam. Bob’s past. An abusive dad. The room shook, chairs and objects flying at you. 

You tried to do what you could to protect yourself, the three of you linking together. 

The others then appeared, helping stem the tide.

“We all ok?” You all gave affirmatives. 

“You said that this wasn’t the worst, right?” Yelena said, looking to Bob, “Show us the worst.”

She held his arms. A promise: you were here. 

You were helping him through the kitchen. Punching his high self. 

You made it to a facility that Yelena recognised. 

There, Bob sat, with similar shapes of the void on the wall. 

You all stood together. 

But the void had other ideas. 

You were pinned, and you felt a bit of shrapnel go through your arm. 

You all called out to Bob as he started to fight back…

But fighting wasn’t working. His fists hit the void, but it started to consume him.

The shadows overtaking him. 

Yelena looked at you and Alexei. 

You both nodded, using your strength to push the metal. Yelena went under. 

The ground cracked.

Objects flew at her.

She dodged them all.

The shadows almost reached him —

Her arms went around him. 

John was next.

Alexei looked at you, “Go, (little one), Pappa will be right behind you.”

You believed him. 

You went under next, dodging what you could before you joined John and Yelena in the hug. 

Ava then joined.

Finally, Alexei and Bucky.

Bob let out a cry. A scream. He let it out. 

He cried, but you still held on.

You all fell back, still holding him. 

You were back in New York. 

Sunlight was returning. 

Aleixi had said about you brining light back. 

You saw a hand, Ava’s, being offered to you. You took it, standing up. 

She dusted you off. 

“Shall we?”

You nodded. 

You joined John and her, him giving you a tap on the back. 

Yelena saw you, holding out a hand. 

You took it. 

You confronted Valentina. She had one more trick up her sleeve, however. 

“I’d like to announce the New Avengers!” 

What the fuck?

Months went by, and you were cleaning your teeth in the bathroom. You looked at yourself, the marks on your face. 

You were still getting used to it, being nice to yourself. But a kind word every so often from the others helped you keep going.

You were a support system for each other.

A unit.

Some might even dare say, a fa—

“Bathroom free?” John asked from outside.

You spat out your toothpaste, “yeah!” 

You opened the door, smiling at John, “how are we doing today?” He asked.

You nodded, “I, um, I’m sorry about your family,” you said.

He nodded, solemnly, “Maybe I can get back to them someday, but…” he looked to you, “you guys ain’t so bad.”

You chuckled, moving past him.

You moved to the kitchen. Ava was finishing with some food.

“I don’t think you ever ate properly in your whole life,” she said, “so, to the best of my ability, I made you these.”

Omelettes. She had made you omelettes. 

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said. 

After you had eaten them, you continued on your way.

“There you are,” Yelena said. She hugged you, a now-common greeting between you. To ground you. A reminder to you that she still had you, still loved you, and wasn’t leaving. 

“Do you want to go on a walk?” 

“With all the cameras?” 

“Ah, let them take their silly photos,” Yelena said, waving off the threat, “I want us to have sister time, together.” 

“In a bit, I wish to see Bob first.”

She softened, “Alright, see you in a bit.” 

She ruffled your hair as she left. 

“Hey,” you called out, “where’s Bucky?”

“Tin arm man has gone to see, Sam. Something about a ‘copyright’ issue.” 

You nodded before continuing on your way. 

Bob was in bed, watching TV.

You knocked. 

Hearing a muffled “come in,” you did so.

“Thought you may want some company,” you said softly.

He patted the bed.

You go next to him. 

“I’m sorry if it gets annoying,” he started, “but I am grateful for you guys getting me out.”

“We always will, (brother). We have…we each other.”

He smiled, “I’m grateful to have met you guys. To have you in my corner.” 

You put your head on his shoulder, “(Me too).” 

You were. You were all a work in progress, and you would fall. But you could catch each other.

No one would get lost in the void, as long as you all had each other.

[starktonyx]

NYC psychologists after the void took over the city with infinite shame rooms looping people’s worst traumas.

[romanoffshouse]

POV: Your camera roll if you're a part of the Thunderbolts*

[scarletmika]

Kiss Me Again : ̗̀➛ Robert "Bob" Reynolds x Reader

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/Sentry x Goddess!Reader

Summary: A crush isn't a problem, and when that crush becomes love, it's usually a good thing. For Bob, it terrifies him, because he'd managed to fall in love with a literal Goddess. Why would a Goddess choose a broken man like him?

Warnings: SO much fluff, shy Bob (I would be too), pining, age gap (inevitable when one of them is a literal Goddess), probably some very incorrect Norse Mythology but it's fanfiction people, SPOILERS kinda for Thunderbolts*, female reader description

Word Count: 4,727 words

Requests are open! : ̗̀➛ Find my masterlist here A/N: this was an anon request and the second I read it I said "I must write this right now" and then I ran with it

PART TWO Kiss Me Forever : ̗̀➛ Robert "Bob" Reynolds x Reader

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“So, Winter Soldier…when you say ‘otherworldly visitor’ do you actually mean ‘otherworldly’ or is she just very…you know…beautiful in that entrancing sort of-”

“Oh my god, Alexei, when he says ‘otherworldly,’ he does mean ‘otherworldly,’ why is that so hard to understand?”

Bob was nothing short of confused throughout the entire conversation playing out before them. Bucky had called a meeting of the entire group, stating an ‘emergency,’ and gathered them all in the meeting room that Valentina had designed for staging before missions. It wasn’t a room that Bob was in often, still yet to have gone on a mission with the team as he worked to find a way to use his powers without losing control of himself, but even being in there for less than 5 minutes, he could tell why his friends hated it so much.

The A/C in the conference room was terrible, and as someone who ran hot naturally because of the ‘medical trial,’ it wasn’t doing Bob any favors in the summer heat of New York City. The table was entirely too large for the small team, judging by the way that Bucky had to practically shout down the table to where Alexei sat at the head of it, claiming it was the best seat and the most important. All in all, Bob hated it, though there was a lot about the newly renovated tower that everyone hated, given it had all been Valentina’s design work.

“Look, can we forget about the ‘otherwordly’ comment for two seconds? If either of you says it again, I may just carve out my own eardrums,” Yelena made a show of holding her freshly sharpened knife to her ear, giving Ava and her father a blank look, before turning her attention back to Bucky. “Wherever she may or may not be from…why exactly have you invited some woman to the tower?”

“To train him,”

Bob’s head shot up when it got quiet in the room, realizing that Bucky’s finger was jabbed in his direction, and all eyes were on him. His own eyes went wide, and he himself thought they might fall out of his head, as he pointed at himself.

“T-train…me?”

“You said you were ready to begin learning to fight, that you had a pretty good grasp on the…other sides of you,” Bucky explained as Bob shifted uncomfortably at even the mention of the other parts of him he wished to keep locked away. “There are three super soldiers in this room, and we all got our asses handed to us by you months ago in this very tower. Trust me, if anyone can train you and keep up, it’s her.”

The team gave one another skeptical glances, turning to Bob who looked just as confused. Yelena hung her head, rubbing at the sockets of her eyes with the palms of her hands as she turned back to Bucky.

“And who in the hell could possibly be strong enough for that?”

“...the Goddess of Strategy-”

“EXCUSE ME?”

The room erupted into absolute chaos as Bucky uttered those three simple words, hanging his head with a groan that resounded through the room as the team yelled over one another, their words impossible to decipher.

Bob, on the other hand, was frozen. He’d kept himself entertained in the attic of his childhood home with many, many books on Norse Mythology stolen from the local library. He’d grown up reading the myths of Thor, Loki, and the likes, only to learn years later that those gods were, in fact, real.

Yeah, Bob knew exactly who you were. He couldn’t decide if the flush quickly crawling across his skin was due to the yelling in the room or because he’d harbored a crush on you, his favorite Avenger, since he was a literal child.

“If you think Valentina will allow this-”

“When have I ever cared what Val thinks-”

“Are we glossing over the Goddess aspect of this-?”

“Please, she could probably break little Bobby in half with a look-”

“FRIENDS, MY WONDERFUL TEAM, LOWER YOUR VOICES!” it was a very contradictory statement for Alexei to be shouting, standing on top of the rolling chair at the conference table, which the entire team was shocked wasn’t buckling under the pressure. It did the trick, though, the ceaseless arguing and shouting coming to an end as everyone looked to the older man expectantly. “I trust the Winter Soldier’s judgement, but this old Russian only has one question…who is this Goddess?”

These days, Yelena seemed to always be groaning around her father and anything he said, and this was no different. She muttered something in Russian under her breath, which most of the team by now had come to learn meant something along the lines of “shut him up before I do.” Bucky attempted to do just that.

“She’s-”

“Thor and Loki’s sister, daughter of Frigga and Odin. Goddess of Strategy, has a sword formed at Nidavellir that she’s- she’s kind of deadly with, but it’s really cool because it can summon the Bifrost. She was uh, trained in sorcery by Frigga, was an Avenger…” Bob hadn’t even realized that he’d gone on a tangent, interrupting Bucky and info-dumping everything he could about the myth that was you before his brain could stop him. He could see Yelena’s smile quirk up into a smirk as that red flush he’d already had deepened as he realized what he’d just done. “I just uh, I-I think I must’ve- I read that somewhere…once…a long time ago. A really-really long time ago.”

There was quiet in the room for a moment before Walker laughed, slamming his hand down on the table as he gestured between Bucky and Bob.

“Nice one, Barnes! Seems the student has a big ‘ole crush on the teacher you found for him!”

If the blush on his cheeks could get worse, it did. Bob avoided making eye contact with anyone at the table, gaze entirely focused on his hands as he wrung them together in his lap.

“Alright, lay off. Fact of the matter is, Bob needs a teacher that’s not easily breakable, and she’s the best of the best,” Bucky side-eyed Bob for a second, catching his eyes for just a brief moment. “I sent a message to New Asgard, they got it to her, and she said she’d do it. So bury your crushes, get your teasing out now, because she’s arriving tomorrow and I’d like if we could act like the Avengers and not the Avengerz for once. This woman did save the world…multiple times.”

Bob tried to do just that, he really did. There was endless teasing from John the rest of the day, and while Ava and Yelena didn’t directly contribute, they didn’t try to stop John’s comments either. Bob did his best to ignore them and brush them off, too busy giving himself a pep talk all day that he could do this. It was a harmless crush on a literal Goddess he’d had for years; it was nothing. He was an Avenger now, he could do this.

His pep talk had been great the night before. But it couldn’t prepare him for the moment you actually arrived at the tower in a stream of color.

The Bifrost was a sight in itself, but seeing it before your own eyes, as Ava muttered under her breath, was like its own separate wonder of the world.

The stream of colors dissipated before their eyes, leaving that same etched pattern it always did into the helicopter landing pad of the Tower they now called home. A conversation that it was decided Bucky would get to have with Valentina. When the colors were gone, you were left standing in the Bifrost’s place.

Bob hadn’t prepared himself for what it would be like to see you in person. Somehow, you were prettier than he even thought was possible.

The Asgardian armor you’d donned for years was still shiny, the light of the sun reflecting off of it. It was almost an exact copy of Thor’s own armor, though entirely blue and gold, billowing blue cape hanging from your shoulders, flowing in the wind of the city. Bob could see Styrkr, your sword, sheathed across your back, glinting in the sun as you stalked toward the group, a smirk that Bob thought could rival the sun itself on your lips.

You were beautiful. Gorgeous. Ethereal. There was no shortage of words that Bob could use to describe you in that moment as you stopped in front of Bucky.

“Well, Barnes…you look better than you did years ago, that’s for sure,”

Even your voice had the flutter in Bob’s stomach threatening to eat him alive from the inside out.

Bucky laughed, quickly pulling you into a hug that you eagerly reciprocated.

“I’d make a comment about how you haven’t aged a day, but I don’t think I need to point out the obvious,”

“Isn’t the longevity of Asgardians so fun?” you both shared another laugh, Bucky’s arm thrown over your shoulders as he seemed to give you an affectionate squeeze, a history of fighting and the semblance of a friendship clear between the pair of you. Your gaze drifted over the team beside him. “So…this is the New Avengers, huh? Still weird that you’re living in the tower I once called home.”

Bucky was quick to introduce the team to you. Yelena and Ava were nothing but respectful, while John still seemed to carry that ‘entitled arrogance’ as Ava typically called it in his greeting to you. Alexei had the entire team wishing that he just…knew how to be normal, for once. Loud, boisterous, but it brought a smile to your face nonetheless.

“I’ve got to say, you remind me a bit of Volstagg and Fandral if we mixed them into one person. I think you would’ve gotten along well with them,” the comment seemed to make Alexei surge with pride, even as he leaned over to his daughter and asked loudly ‘who the hell were those people.’ It was when your gaze finally made it to Bob that he felt his heart was going to stop. “So…that means you must be my indestructible, ‘power of a thousand exploding suns’ student.”

All eyes were on Bob in that moment, and he was struggling…hard. He tried to speak, to remind himself of his pep talk from last night and to portray confidence, but he was a stumbling mess of words.

“I uh, I’m-I’m Bob. That’s uh, that’s me…exploding suns and s-stuff. I’m the n-new student…yay. And I-I know who you are…b-big Norse Mythology fan…”

Bob could hear the snickers of his teammates, not entirely subtle about them, and could see the grimace on Bucky’s face. But not you.

Your smirk had softened into the sweetest smile. Your head had cocked to the side, eyes almost the tiniest bit brighter as they trailed his form up and down, and Bob could feel the sweat forming as he tugged at the collar of his sweatshirt, knowing you seemed to be assessing him.

“Bucky…you failed to warn me how cute my student was,” Bob’s breath had caught in his throat as you sent him a wink. “You know what they say…it’s always the quiet ones.”

You were going to be the death of him, Bob had decided in that moment.

You requested to spend that first day alone with Bob in the training room of the tower, gauging his comfort level in any form of fighting in the slightest. The team respected that, but that didn’t mean they hadn’t all found reasons to take turns walking past the training facilities in hopes of eavesdropping on conversations and catching glimpses of this training that they all thought was going to end terribly.

Bob’s eyes were locked on you as you removed the heavy armor plating you wore, laying it out on one of the benches until you were left in the form-fitting undershirt and pants that sat below your armor. Yeah, this was going to be absolute torture for him.

“Do you want to see it?”

Shaking himself out of the stupor that Bob seemed to put himself in, his eyes went wide as they focused back on your face. He was confused until he glanced at your hands, seeing that you were holding your sword, Strykr, out toward him.

“O-Oh! Oh uh, I don’t know-”

“She doesn’t bite,” you joked with a slight laugh, taking a step toward him and holding it out. “You said you liked Norse Mythology, so I figured you’d want to take a look at it before we get started.”

You were right, but Bob didn’t need to say that. With a shaky hand, he reached out and took the sword in his own hands, and he could almost feel the power flow through him just from holding it. 

It was heavy, but not too heavy, a strange lightweightedness to it while still feeling like it took godly strength to swing. He realized, holding it up close, that the sun glinting off of it wasn’t what he’d seen earlier on the helicopter pad. The sword itself had a faint glow to it, almost pulsing, a power he could only assume came from the fact that it was forged in the heart of a dying star.

“It’s beautiful…” Bob managed to say without stuttering through it, probably because he hadn’t taken his eyes off the sword as he adjusted his grip on the hilt. “It ’s-it’s almost like-”

He hadn’t realized how fast he’d swung it, unused to the lightweight feel of the sword that was, most definitely, heavier than it looked. Your hand caught the blade easily, not even flinching, as it swung toward you, simply eyeing him with a curious look and a genuine smile.

“Well…never seen that before,”

“I-I’m sorry!” Bob dropped the hilt immediately, sure his cheeks were going to be permanently flushed red after spending time with you. You’d only let out a light laugh, catching the hilt easily, swinging it quickly in your hand before placing it down next to your armor. “I didn’t mean to! It’s just so…it’s so l-light.”

“It’s actually not. For most normal people, even for super soldiers like Bucky, it’s quite heavy,” you replied with a smirk as you rose back up to your feet. “Guess that’s a better explanation for your strength level than the bullshit ‘power of a thousand exploding suns’ shit Valentina came up with.”

Bob laughed lightly, wringing his hands together as his eyes followed you. Taking your place across the sparring mat from him, ten feet between you both, you stood ready for a sparring session. Bob…he stood as if he was in fight or flight mode.

“So…uh, how d-do we do this?”

“Depends. Bucky says when it comes to training you…don’t have much,” Bob nodded at your comment, watching as you tilted your head curiously. “You want to take it slow, or you want me to throw you in the deep end?”

“Uh…w-what’s the deep end entail?”

Bob had barely finished his sentence when your hands flicked, tendrils of navy blue magic wrapping around his waist and tugging him across the mat in your direction. A gasp left Bob involuntarily at the motion as the magic dissipated, leaving him barely on his feet in front of you. A single swipe of your leg had him plummeting to the ground on his back, landing with an ‘oof’ as your foot came to rest on his chest, barely pressing him into the mat.

“Y-you…” Bob was speechless, staring wide-eyed up at you as you simply smirked down at him. “T-that’s cheating!”

“No, that’s called the deep end,” you laughed wholeheartedly, reaching down to take his hand and tug him back to his feet, and he knew you didn’t miss that now signature red flush on his cheeks. “And that is why we’re going to start slow.”

“...why’d y-you even offer the deep end, then?”

“Girl’s gotta have some fun from time to time. Come on, let’s start with basic stances,”

Those training sessions started as once a week, before quickly evolving into twice a week, and before the team knew it, you essentially lived in that tower once again, there all day, every day. None of them minded, loving the stories you’d tell them over dinners of your adventures with your brothers when you were young, of the pranks that Loki enjoyed playing on Thor but never played on you, and even stories of everything that had once happened in the very tower the team now called their home. The more you were around, though, the more the rest of the team managed to find a way to tease him relentlessly when you weren’t in the room over his ‘obvious’ little crush.

Those moments of domesticity around you were what Bob loved the most, especially when it somehow managed to just be the two of you.

For weeks, even when you began to visit more and more often, the pair of you sparred together for hours, and that was the end of it. Bob, though, remembered the day it changed like it was yesterday. He wasn’t sure he’d ever forget it. The rest of the team had been sent out on a mission by Valentina, but you’d still promised you’d have your usual training session that day, even without them lurking around.

You’d thrown a punch that Bob managed to quickly dodge, even if he stumbled slightly on his feet afterward. Thinking of everything you’d been teaching him, Bob managed to steady himself, lock his feet into position, and throw a punch back at your ribcage. It connected, even though you hadn’t even flinched. You’d spun away from him, circling him with a smile on your face.

“Good! Next time, though, actually hit me,” Bob’s eyes widened, realizing what you were saying. You’d been trying to get him comfortable with his own super strength for weeks now, and that was the one thing he was still struggling with. “You have it, so use it. Don’t let it use you. Focus on it, channel it, and use it. You can do this, Bob. Don’t think, just do.”

Bob closed his eyes for a moment, thinking back on everything you’d been teaching him. Being the Sentry meant potentially letting that dark side of him overtake him, so he’d blocked off the Sentry. He’d blocked out his own powers, but he couldn’t. He had to accept that the Sentry and the Void were parts of him, and he didn’t need to be them in order to channel their strengths. He just had to be Bob, and when you were the one teaching him that, he seemed to understand it.

You charged forward, and he could see the magic encasing your fist as you threw a punch. Bob managed to duck, switching places with you. Your smirk quirked up as your leg came flying up at super speed. With a deep breath, Bob’s hand managed to catch it, not missing the way your eyebrows shot up. He threw your leg back to the ground, taking in a sharp breath as he thought about everything you’d taught him, and threw a punch toward your ribs, this time channeling the power surging through his veins that he tried so hard to block out in fear of losing control.

A gasp left your lips the second his fist connected, your body dropping to the ground as you fell on your knees, hand immediately holding onto your side. Any confidence surging through Bob in that moment dissipated in a second, and panic overtook him.

“O-Oh my god! I’m s-so sorry. I shouldn’t have- I shouldn’t have done that, I-I didn’t mean to hurt you-”

You laughed, and that laugh was enough to stop Bob’s incessant rambling of apologies. His gaze met yours as you looked up at him, and there wasn’t a trace of malice in it. There was pride, and something else buried beneath it that had the constant fluttering of his heart beating erratically once again.

“That, Bob, was perfect. Now…you want to get dinner together?”

From that day on, many of those days in the tower didn’t even consist of training. 

You’d introduced Bob to the shawarma restaurant in downtown Tony had dragged you all to all those years ago, watching as Bob fell in love with the food. That became a typical Thursday outing for you both for lunch. In that time, simple walks around Central Park became more common than not. Bob enjoyed the peacefulness of the park, the contrast it had to the bustling city around it, and he found tranquility in walking through it. He didn’t leave the tower much, terrified of losing control, but when you were with him, he felt like he could do anything.

Moments in the tower with you were still his favorite. He could listen to you for hours on end, and he had, as you walked with him through the tower and told him stories upon stories from your years spent here with the people you’d called family for so long. There was a story for almost every room. And eventually, when those days turned into you crashing in one of the spare bedrooms Valentina had set up in the tower for the night, you’d both found yourself watching movies in the common room until the early hours of the morning before Bob’s insomnia would let him sleep, even if the others weren’t joining you.

The team had noticed. It was hard not to. The Bob they’d known, the one who often shied away from long conversations with them but could still throw out a snarky remark, had grown more comfortable. He’d left his shell, but only around you.

“Did you anticipate this?” Yelena questioned Bucky one day, who was comfortably sitting at the island counter of the tower’s kitchen. He’d followed her gaze to the common room, seeing you laughing on the couch at something Bob had said while yet another movie droned on in the background.

“To this extent? No,” Bucky shook his head, before glancing back at Yelena with a smug smirk. “But I hoped it might go this route. I’m taking credit for it.”

Yelena found herself watching you both again, and Bucky followed her gaze.

“Do you think she likes him…like that?”

The super soldier pondered it for a moment, but there was no mistaking it. Not with the way you smiled at Bob, no matter what he was saying, that glint in your eyes. He knew you well enough to know it was written clearly across your face.

“Yeah…she’s not very subtle. Then again, if you’ve met her brother, neither is he. She looks at him like Steve looked at Peggy, and that’s all I have to know,”

Bob was in deep, and he knew it. That crush he’d harbored was long gone.

He was in love, and god was it terrifying. To fall in love in general was a scary thing. Bob had lost enough in life; falling in love just meant there was another thing in his life he could lose. It complicates everything more when he’d gone and managed to fall in love with a literal Goddess.

It had been months of training, but something in the air this time was different. Bob couldn’t focus, couldn’t pull his eyes from you, and you seemed to know it. Every time you turned away, his eyes locked on you, but you always managed to glance back and catch him with a small smile.

His head felt fuzzy, that flutter still in his heart when he looked at you, and paired with that weightless feeling in his stomach, he knew being around you would never be easy again from this day forth. He was so mesmerized by the simple idea and sight of you he almost didn’t see your smirk as you entered fighting position, ready to spar again.

You were on him in seconds, this time with a knife in your hands. Both of you knew it couldn’t hurt him, but he also knew even if it could, you never would hurt him with it.

Bob sidestepped, but his mind was blank, the simple scent of your perfume sending him over the edge as he lost his entire train of thought. You’d taken advantage of the opportunity, knocking him down to his back on the ground.

What he hadn’t expected was for you to staddle him, knife pointed directly at his neck as you smirked down at him and the wonder written across his face.

“I win…”

Bob’s breath was caught in his throat, he didn’t know what to do. But you seemed to have him exactly where you wanted him. Your smirk shifted, a soft smile replacing it, as your hand rested gently on his chest, over the undershirt he wore to these sparring sessions. He knew you could finally feel the erratic beating of his heart reserved just for you.

“I’ve been teaching you for months now to fight. To be confident,” your voice came out in a whisper, and there was nothing for adoration laced through it. “I’ve spent enough time with you, Bob, I know you. So be confident…and tell me the truth about your racing heart.”

Maybe it was the way you always had a way of calming him, or maybe it was the training you’d been giving him for months, but something clicked in Bob. He sat up, leaning back on his hands until he was completely sitting straight up on the sparring mat, you still perched in his lap. A tentative hand came up to your waist, lying on it, and squeezing it gently. Your hands followed suit, running up his arms until they rested around his neck.

“You…” Bob tried to find the words, but his nerves were clear in his voice. “Y-you make me nervous.”

You hummed, hands finding the hair that curled at the nape of his neck.

“In a good way, or a bad way?”

“G-Good way,” he’d managed to get out, leaning is head back into your touch. “Good but…but scary.”

“Why?”

“B-because loving you means…I c-could lose you,” once the words started flowing out of him, they couldn’t stop. He’d held it inside for weeks now, and the weight on his shoulders was finally lifting off him with everything he said. “And I’ve lost enough. I…I don’t want to think a-about losing you, about you…not feeling the same way.”

You cocked your head at that, one hand trailing to his jaw as you caressed it beneath your fingers.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“B-because why would a Goddess…want a broken man like me?”

He could see it clearly, the sadness that seemed to flood your gaze at his words. You opened your mouth as if to speak again, before shutting it in a moment of contemplation.

Then, you’d surged forward and kissed him.

Bob’s heart could barely be contained in his ribcage the second your lips met his, and he pressed back with a surge of confidence that only you could give him. But it was a kiss that held so much more in it than what someone on the outside might see.

Your magic was woven into the kiss, into the feeling of your lips against his, and he could feel it. He could feel your emotions, your memories, flashing before him in every move of your lips against his. From the moment you’d stepped out of the Bifrost and looked at him, he could feel the twin flutter he’d had that had moved through you. The affection, the adoration, the love that poured off of you in every moment, from Central Park to movies on the common room couch.

Feelings that he believed could never be reciprocated, not for a man like him. Your magic-infused kiss told him the entire story of how you fell for him, just like he fell for you. There was no denying it.

Your lips parted from his, but they didn’t stray far. The space that hung between them was non-existent, and your lips brushed over his faintly with every word you spoke to him in a hush.

“Do you believe me now?”

“I…I don’t know. Y-you…you might need to kiss me again.”

[webslinger-holland]

The S*x Talk | Bob Reynolds from Thunderbolts*

Summary: Since Alexei has reunited with both of his daughters, he feels obligated to fulfill his fatherly role to them which includes a safe sex talk.

Warning: 18+ minors DNI, Alexei being himself (slightly vulgar), suggestive content in reference to smut, references to condoms and penis, size comparison, reader getting second hand embarrassment...hard

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Alexei's Daughter Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Type: Oneshot

Part 2 Here

The date on the calendar had been circled with a red pen a long time ago. The x's on the days leading up to it only meant the day was drawing closer until the day finally arrived. It was Father's Day.

Quite frankly, Yelena and Y/n hadn't given any thought to the day in particular, despite the constant reminders from Alexei about an important day approaching. He'd point to the calendar enthusiastically and his girls would nod their heads as if they understood what he was trying to tell them.

Now, on the day of, Alexei had made it his mission to make a massive breakfast for his two daughters to enjoy with him. He sat them down at the table next to each other and proceeded to hand them each a plate full of breakfast food.

"Thank you?" Y/n accepted, entirely confused.

"Big breakfast, you like?" Alexei smiled proudly, swiftly moving back to the oven to turn it off.

"I don't want my bacon," Yelena said under her breath and stealthily handed it to her older sister in exchange for more scrambled eggs. The girls eyed the dish suspiciously because their father wasn't known for cooking the most high quality meals.

By the time Alexei was coming back to the table, the two girls hastily grabbed their forks and began eating as if to show him that they were already well invested into their meal.

"It's good, no?" Alexei took his own seat at the table directly across from them.

"Mhmm, so good." Yelena said with a hint of sarcasm. Her face fell as she crunched on a bit of eggshell. She pulled it out of her mouth and placed it on the napkin beside her.

"It's very delicious," Y/n commented plainly. She didn't want to even try his homemade jelly which stood off to the side nor did she have any desire to eat a burnt piece of toast.

"Today is special day, so I make special breakfast for my special girls," Alexei explained with a bright smile before dutifully shoving his own food into his mouth.

"I'm sorry. What's today?" Y/n asked. She glanced between the two of them and her father looked most stunned.

"My solnyshko (little sun)," Alexei looked disappointed and slightly hurt. "It's Father's Day."

"Yeah," Yelena quickly interrupted and nudged her older sister in her side. "I can't believe you forgot. It's been on the calendar for ages."

"Thank you, Lena!" Alexei seemed pleased with the other one. So Y/n sent a glare to her sister because she knew damn well that Yelena had no clue what day it was either.

In the background, Bob had come into the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. He stole a quick glance at Y/n who was already watching him enter the room. He smiled at her and sent a timid wave, which went unnoticed by the others.

Little did Alexei and Yelena know that Bob had spent the night in Y/n's room and only snuck out in the early hours of the morning when nobody was awake. Their relationship was somewhat new and neither of them were ready to make it publicly known to the team just yet.

The only person who did know about them was Yelena and only because she had mistakenly walked in on them while they were 'cuddling' on the couch. But Y/n made her swear that she wouldn't tell anybody, especially Alexei.

Shoveling only three more bites of food into his mouth, Alexei's plate had been scraped clean. He pushed it off to the side and leaned forward to place his elbows on the table.

"Now, we get serious." Alexei leaned even more forward and lowered his voice. "I am your father so it is only fitting that I give you a fatherly talk today."

"About what?" Y/n briefly glanced at her sister.

"Sex," Alexei said it so plainly as if they were all on the same page.

"What?!" Y/n shouted in disbelief and Yelena almost lost it by spitting out her juice. She covered her mouth with her hand, but failed to hide the raspy laughter that spilled past her lips.

Even Bob, who couldn't help but listen to their conversation, somehow managed to drop the jug of juice he was taking out of the refrigerator. He quickly bent down to get it off the floor, thankfully noticing that it didn't spill.

"Your mother was never able to give you 'the talk' growing up," Alexei explained to them, using quotation marks with his fingers. "So I will give it to you!"

"Okay, but we— " Y/n made a point to notion to both herself and her sister. "Are grown up and don't need the sex talk."

Slowly, Bob came to join the conversation and lowered himself to sit down in one of the chairs near the head of the table. He took a sip from his cup of juice. He reached across the table to take one of Yelena's stripes of bacon and she swatted his hand, but let him take one anyway.

"Why don't you want to talk about sex?" Alexei furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He snapped his fingers together in sudden realization. "Ah, you are scared! That's okay; it's completely natural— "

"No, dad!" Y/n quickly cut him off. "I'm not scared to have sex."

Though, those words came out a little louder than intended. It caused Y/n's face to burn bright red. Both Bob and Yelena stared at her with raised eyebrows. And Alexei just couldn't figure out the issue.

"Listen," Alexei spoke in a calm voice. "Sex is a beautiful thing. Your mother and I would have very passionate sex for hours at a time— "

Bob seemed to nod appreciatively.

"I don't want to hear this," Y/n said, firmly shaking her head in denial.

"Yeah, I'd have to agree." Yelena chimed in, clearly disgusted.

Alexei proceeded with his story, ignoring their comments entirely. He raised a finger to stop them. "But we were always safe!" Alexei added.

As if reading from a script, Alexei reached beneath the table to withdraw two small wrapped boxes and handed them both to his daughters across from him. The girls eyed the wrapping paper suspiciously.

"Go ahead, open them. This is from me," Alexei smiled proudly to himself. Both Y/n and Yelena reluctantly began to unwrap the boxes only to discover that they were each holding a box of condoms.

"Really, dad?" Y/n asked. She couldn't stop the heat of embarrassment rising up her neck and turning her face red. And she certainly wouldn't dare look in Bob's direction.

Yelena couldn't hold back her laughter once again and clutched her side to keep herself from falling over.

"No, see." Alexei reached over the table and tapped the box. "These are special ones for — women's pleasure."

Bob tried to peer at the box from across the table.

"Dad, I really don't need you to buy me condoms. I'm not a teenager," Y/n argued weakly. Her blush growing brighter with each passing second.

"You may not use them today, but one day, you will think to yourself: 'I am going to have sex and need a condom. What is this? A whole box of condoms right here that my dad gave me!' Then you will thank me," Alexei claimed.

"No, I will not think that." She insisted with a shake of the head.

"Lena, yours glow in the dark." Alexei threw out there.

"What? That's so cool," Yelena studied the box and ripped it open.

"And I think Y/n's has different flavors," Alexei added and Y/n only scrunched her nose in disgust. "You can switch a few of them if you'd like."

While Yelena reached into her box and pulled a couple condoms out, Bob was watching the entire interaction with amused eyes. He liked seeing how flustered Y/n was getting, especially since she was only getting flustered because he was there. Yelena tried to hand some of her condoms to her sister.

"Here," Yelena offered. Then she accidentally let it slip. "You need these more than I do— "

Alexei's head snapped up to look across the table and Y/n only sunk back into her chair, burying her face in her hands like she wanted to die from embarrassment. Bob shifted awkwardly in his seat, but nobody seemed to notice him.

"Oopsie," Yelena winced at herself.

"What?! My solnyshko is having sexual intercourse and I was not told," Alexei couldn't have been more happy. He glanced at his other daughter. "Lena, you've been holding out on me."

"I wasn't supposed to say anything," Yelena held her hands up in defeat. "That's her business."

"Well..." Alexei leaned forward with eager anticipation. "Who is the lucky guy—  or girl," Alexei caught himself and chuckled. "...whatever you prefer."

"I prefer not to say," Y/n claimed. Arms crossed over her chest in defense.

"Ah, you are just embarrassed to tell your old man." Alexei waved her off. "This is just like James Anderson all over again."

"Not this again," Y/n groaned with a roll of the eyes.

"Woah, I haven't heard that name in a long time." Yelena glanced at her sister with a sly smile on her face.

"W—Who's James?" Bob nervously perked up from the other end of the table. Their heads turned to look at him blankly.

"James was a boy in Y/n's class in Ohio. She liked him, but wouldn't talk to me about him," Alexei explained with an all knowing smirk on his face.

"Dad," Y/n warned and was turning red all over again from pure embarrassment.

"So I let her do her thing. She teased him and flirted with him and then she kissed him after one of her soccer games. That's when I interfere and scared him off," Alexei stated firmly.

"Oh," Bob said.

"His family moved away a few months later," Y/n replied sourly.

"Her first heartbreak," Alexei claimed and Y/n glared up at him. "Cried for months, poor girl."

"I did not," Y/n shook her head, but she could recall crying herself to sleep at night when she was nine years old. "They moved closer to family, not because Alexei scared them away."

"Now, you have moved on and you have grown up. You have found a new person that you can have safe sex with. Here: I will show you," Alexei seemed to celebrate and motioned to the box of condoms that lay on the table.

With a bit too much excitement, Alexei procured a banana and grabbed one of the condoms. He tore it open with his teeth, which just made his daughters' faces scrunch up in disgust.

"This is how you put condom on," Alexei held the condom up for them to see. "Bob, are you watching too?"

"I--I'm watching," Bob agreed. He was failing to hide the evident smile behind his hand.

"You just...roll it over...the penis," Alexei explained slowly to them as if this was the first time they were hearing about it. Both of them wore evident frowns. "This is not an actual penis."

"Course not," Yelena humored him and Bob nodded in agreement.

"This is merely demonstration," Alexei added while motioning to the banana with a condom on it.

"I have a question," Yelena raised her hand.

"Yes?" Alexei called on her eagerly.

"Are all penises as large as that banana?" Yelena tried to hold back her snicker and Alexei examined it for a moment too long.

"You are making joke," Alexei caught her and Yelena held up her hands in defeat.

"It's a genuine question!"

"Please don't answer that question," Y/n begged. She placed her hands flat on the table and rose to her feet suddenly. "Look, I appreciate the breakfast and all, but I really don't want to sit here and talk about sex with you."

"Solnyshko—" Alexei tried.

"No! I'm not your solnyshko anymore." She cut him off and stared him down. "You said it yourself: I've moved on and grown up. So please— just let me live a little."

With no hesitation, Y/n moved to leave the room and Yelena slid her sister's plate across the table towards Bob. All the while, Alexei's eyes were stuck to his daughter's retreating figure. Then it all seemed to click in his head.

"It's someone I know, isn't it?" Alexei called after her and she froze in her spot. Both Bob and Yelena glanced between the two of them as if mesmerized by the tension in the room.

Slowly, Alexei rose from his spot at the table. He might not have been the smartest person on the new team, but he could read his daughters like a book if he wanted to. He rounded the side of the table and approached her carefully. By the time he was standing behind her, Y/n fully turned around to face him directly.

"You'd tell me if it was, wouldn't you?" Alexei asked with slightly narrowed eyes.

"Why should I tell you, Alexei?" Y/n challenged. The use of his real name started a small fire inside of him.

"Because I will find out; I always do." Alexei whispered and Bob forcefully swallowed the lump in his throat. "And when I do, I'm going to have a very serious conversation with them."

"Oh really?" Y/n wondered. "About what?"

"Safe sex," Alexei enunciated clearly and Y/n rolled her eyes. "Since someone doesn't want to listen to me!"

With a throw of the hands into the air, Alexei stormed out of the room and completely lost interest in the conversation. He was going to get to the bottom of this if it was the last thing he did.

Later, during the late hours of the night, Bob was laying against the headboard in Y/n's room. He studied the new box of condoms, reading the label and taking note of the different flavors listed.

A stolen glance down told him that Y/n was nearly falling asleep beside him, but he really couldn't blame her since they were both winded from their previous bedroom activities.

"Do you think they make cucumber flavored condoms?" Bob wondered out loud curiously.

"Honey," Y/n breathed a small sigh to herself. "We don't even use condoms."

"I know," Bob responded, still staring at the box in hand.

"Plus I don't think I can ever look at a condom again without reliving that conversation so they're kinda ruined for me," Y/n was truly scared for life and Bob smiled at the recollection.

"But it was cute seeing you get all flustered," Bob commented offhandedly and Y/n tried to hide the growing blush on her face by burying herself in the pillow.

"It was so embarrassing; I thought I was going to die right then and there," she confessed.

Peering down at her with a gentle smile on his face, Bob reached down to brush some loose strands of hair out of her face to see her more clearly. She reached up to take the box out of his hands and hastily threw it across the room, which drew a small laugh from him.

Her arms circled around his neck and dragged him down until their bare chests touched. He shifted his body to lay on top of her's; her legs framing his hips on either side and him slotting right into that open space. His fingers teased her sides and his nose brushed the soft spot on her neck where he'd left a mark earlier.

A gentle tugging at his brown curls caused him to draw his head back and look down in her laying beneath him. He took a second to admire the way her hair framed her face and how her eyes sparked up at him. His lips briefly graced hers in a soft kiss until...

The door bursted open and slammed against the wall. The two of them darted apart and hastily covered themselves to maintain a sense of modesty. Standing in the doorway, clad in his iconic orange and blue jumpsuit, was Alexei who was simply beaming with excitement.

"YESSSSS!" Alexei exclaimed for the whole tower to hear; his fists shaking with just as much excitement. "YESSSSSSSS!"

Bob tried his best to keep the blanket covered over their chests, but it failed to hide the evident blush creeping up his neck and onto his face. He couldn't even look Alexei in the eyes.

"Alexei! Get out!" Y/n shouted and pointed to the door, fuming with anger.

If this was what it was like for people who still lived with their parents, then she made a poor choice of staying in the Watchtower. She had enough embarrassment from him for a lifetime.

"Oh, this is a good day!" Alexei exclaimed. He clapped and rubbed his hands together as if desperately wanting to savor the memory.

"I asked everybody on the team. I said: 'Bucky, are you sleeping with my daughter?' And he said no. Then I went to Walker and asked him the same thing. He said no," Alexei dragged on and on.

"Alexei— please," Y/n winced.

A smile crept onto his face. And he gestured to the man in his daughter's bed. "Then...I knew...Bob!"

Coming to the side of the bed, Alexei felt compelled to sit beside them as if wanting to be as close to them as possible and share this moment with them. He even placed a hand on Bob's knee, which Y/n smacked away.

"Bob, listen to me since my daughter won't." Alexei began his little speech. "When a man and a woman love each other— "

"Oh my god, just get out already." Y/n pleaded with him and covered her face from embarrassment.

"Okay, okay. I go," Alexei kept his hands raised in defeat. He stood to his feet and made his way over to the door.

Just before he left, Alexei spun around on the heels of his feet and looked towards the young couple.

"Do you need anything— some more blankets, mood lighting, a glass of water?" Alexei inquired because he simply wanted them to have the best time of their lives.

"Some water might be nice—" Bob began, but was quickly silenced when he felt a nudge in his side. "A—Actually, we're probably all good here."

"Hey, Bob." Alexei pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it towards them only for Bob to clumsily catch it. It was a small golden packet that was unmistakably a condom. "You know, for the safe sex."

With one final wink, Alexei closed the door behind him and left the couple in peace. While Bob couldn't hold back the smile on his face, Y/n only grabbed the pillow behind her and buried her face in it. She screamed into the pillow out of pure embarrassment.

"Best father's day ever," Alexei thought proudly to himself.

A CONTINUATION CALLED "Rope, Respect, and the Red Guardian" HERE

[navybrat817]

Game Nights

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Game nights in the tower are unpredictable.

Word Count: Over 900

Warnings: Humor, mentions of violence, the team loves trolling on John, kissing, implied smut, team bonding (kind of), Thunderbolts spoilers, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Silly headcanon set in the same world as Not Exactly a Secret and part of my Tower Shenanigans. I'm not at all sorry. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Game nights typically take place on Saturdays since Fridays are reserved for movie night. Snacks and drinks are a must, but there is a drink maximum, so things don’t get too crazy or emotional. 

Bucky purposely gets John the generic brand when it’s his turn to go snack shopping and tells him to deal with it since the quality is just as good. Everyone else gets the name brand of whatever they want. 

There's a huge board with all of your names and the games listed. The tally marks are in various colors, and sometimes names are erased and replaced with affectionate nicknames. 

When John demanded to know who changed his name to “the man with a punchable face”, Bob was ready to confess, but Bucky took the blame, followed by Yelena, you, and Ava. It was a real “I'm Spartacus!” moment. 

Anyone caught cheating is on clean-up duty. You and Bucky have both cheated on the same night so you could clean up together. 

There are occasional tournaments complete with medals and trophies. The gang insisted that participation ribbons were not allowed, but you found a funny last place trophy that you had to get and everyone agreed.

The gang tries to switch it up between classic games, video games, and children's games to keep things interesting. No matter what you play there is a level of competitiveness. 

You try not to rub it in when you win a game, but you will have a subtle smirk on your face when you catch Bucky’s eye. Alexei, on the other hand, loves to yell, “In your face!” while doing air thrusts and Yelena has come close to banning her dad from game nights because of it.

If it’s girls versus boys, the girls win almost every time. The boys can't figure out how, but it might have something to do with John and Alexei both trying to be the leader, Bucky being done, and Bob just wanting to have fun. 

Bucky picks you for any game that requires a partner or teammate outside of girls versus boys, even if there is someone better suited. He doesn't care because he always wants you by his side. 

Bucky also picks two-player games for the two of you to play while the rest of the gang plays something else. Yelena often does the same thing with Bob. 

Weapons aren't allowed. That rule should've been enforced from the beginning, but John insisted after Bucky threatened to stab him during a game of Uno. 

To be fair, John kept playing Draw 4 cards and everyone knew it was a dick move. Even John knew it. 

Bucky will switch to Russian when he gets frustrated or really into a game. He didn't realize it until Yelena and Alexei replied in Russian. 

Hide-and-Seek is banned. Ava kept phasing out of her hiding spots, and you and Bucky got caught fooling around in the coat closet. 

Truth or Dare is also banned. Too personal with the questions when it was meant to be a fun night and Ava kept daring you and Bucky to kiss each other, which you did.

Bob got nervous the first time you all played Among Us, but Yelena assured him it would be fun. It ended with a chair flipped over, which is considerably tame.

Bob also goes into any shooting game prepared to lose because look who he’s playing with? He still has fun with it.

You once sweet talked Bucky into playing Dance Dance Revolution and he did well, surprising no one. So did Yelena and Ava, and not a single one of them cracked a smile while they danced.

John takes Pictionary way too seriously, and you threatened to break the easel and stab him when he raised his voice at Bob. Bucky fell in love with you a little bit more. 

Ava encouraged you to flash Bucky once when he was winning at Mario Kart. You did and he looked, but he still managed to win. 

Yelena argues with Alexei during Jenga. She doesn't need him to tell her which block to move or distract her. 

You and Bucky always end up choosing each other's cards during Cards Against Humanity. You just get each other, and you love getting a laugh out of him every time he reads your card. 

Alexei insists that karaoke should be considered a game and he always wants to sing first, which embarrasses Yelena. He once serenaded you and Bucky because, well, he’s one of your biggest supporters. 

Card games are tense and Yelena usually ends up with the most money by the end of them. She prefers Poker to Blackjack. 

Bob was so happy the first time he won Clue that he almost cried. Everyone hugged him, knowing he never got the chance to have fun game nights growing up. 

John recently made a casual comment about wanting to play games like these with his kid. No one gave him a hard time because everyone could see how much he longed for it. 

Some game nights end with yelling and broken furniture, but more often than not they end with smiles, laughter, and a sense of normalcy. It’s a nice change of pace from some of the horrors you’ve faced, and a great way to bond. 

But Bucky will still find a way to stab John if he can if only to keep him on his toes. 

BAHAHA. What do we think? Any other games? What other shenanigans do we think they get up to in and out of game nights? Let me know! Love and thanks for reading.

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[cocastyle]

I See You

Pairing — Bob Reynolds x reader

Word Count — 4k

Warning — SPOILER WARNING FOR THE THUNDERBOLTS* MOVIE I REPEAT SPOILER WARNING FOR THE THUNDERBOLTS* MOVIE!!

A/N — breaking my two years of not posting in honor of this amazing movie and character. the Thunderbolts* has reawakened my fire to write and I couldn’t ignore it. so here you go! this will be a bit of a short series. i kind of envision around three parts or so? anyways, i really hope you enjoy this and know this is your last warning before you continue on!! so if you haven’t seen the Thunderbolts* please save this for later <3

also, did you all notice the easter eggs i included ?? 👀

Part One Part Two Part Three

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE THUNDERBOLTS* MOVIE! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Bob Reynolds wasn't quite sure how any of this had happened. One minute he was pretty sure he had been dying and the next he was trapped in a series of never ending nightmares. Except it wasn't just his nightmares, there were other people's too.

He knew he had been having these moments where he didn't remember things, knew that there was something going on at a deeper level than he wanted to admit. He thought with Valentina explaining this power he had been given that it would explain everything he had been feeling, that the darkness wasn't truly his but something brought on by this experiment.

But he knew the truth and walking through these endless nightmares only proved that. The darkness was his. It was a culmination of everything he was feeling, everything that had been consuming him, and it had only taken more of a physical form thanks to the Sentry project.

Bob had no way of fighting this thing, no way of taking back control of his body. And at this point he wasn't even sure if he wanted control. After all, he was just Bob. He was useless. He was nothing. Everyone would be better off without him.

So now he was trapped with no where else to go but to walk through the thousands of rooms of everyone's deepest regrets and shames.

It had been an accident at first, but sometime after his own meth chicken nightmare was when he first started stumbling into the other rooms. He saw so many things, felt the guilt and weight that everyone else felt. One in particular had stuck with him when he had ended up watching the loop of a blind lawyer watching his friend die over and over. Bob couldn't watch that for very long before he was hurriedly trying to get to any other room but that one, the blind man's cries still rattling his bones.

Bob didn't know how long he walked for or how many rooms he went through until he got to one that made him pause as he came face to face with Tony Stark. It had been a while since the hero's death, but still seeing the face of the man that had helped bring everyone back from the Blip made Bob falter slightly.

Someone's biggest trauma was Tony Stark?

Bob took a couple steps back, his eyes scanning over the room as he tried to ground himself in what was going on. He seemed to be in someone's apartment. The place would've been nice if it weren't for the fact that whoever was living here clearly hadn't been picking up after themselves in quite some time. And by the look Tony Stark was making as he glanced at the dirty dishes in the sink, it seemed he was thinking the same.

Bob knew the signs before he even saw her. It wasn't just the state of the apartment, but it was the feeling in the air. That feeling of despair, sadness, and nothingness. That feeling of knowing you were alone and there was nothing you could do about it. It clung to everything in the apartment and Bob's heart ached slightly at the sight. After all, he knew what this was like. He knew it too well.

"I can feel you judging me," a voice said, instantly pulling Bob's attention to the couch where a girl was sitting with a blanket wrapped around her and a bottle of vodka in hand. She wouldn't meet Tony Stark's eyes as she stared at the bottle, her fingers numbly fiddling with the label. "I didn't ask for you to come over and judge how I'm living. Hell, I didn't even ask you to come over, so you might as well go."

Tony let out a soft sigh, "Kid, you were ignoring my calls. Of course I was going to come check on you."

"Ever think I ignored them for a reason?"

Tony huffed and grabbed a chair from the kitchen table before dragging it over in front of the couch. He sat down in front of the girl, tilting his head slightly as he watched her before saying, "You can't keep living like this."

"You think I don't know that?" she asked, her voice bitter. “Why are you here, Tony?”

Tony just watched her in silence before saying, "Listen, Steve and Natasha came to see me yesterday and—"

The girl slammed the bottle down on the table so hard Bob thought it would break. Her eyes were red rimmed as she glared at the man and muttered, "No. We're not doing this. You're not going to sit there and try to rope me into some crazy plot to try and bring everyone back. It's been five years and I'm done, okay? I have nothing left in me anymore and I don't give a shit, so just leave."

"Kid—"

"I said leave!" she exclaimed, her eyes beginning to glow white with a power that Bob could almost feel beneath his own skin. "I'm not some sob story for you to try to fix, okay? I messed up and didn't kill Thanos in time and half of the universe had to pay for it. I'm done trying to help. All I ever do is hurt people."

She looked away, her voice rough when she whispered, "You're all better off without me anyways."

Bob sucked in a breath at that, understanding washing over him as he watched the broken girl do everything she could not to cry.

"Y/N," Tony began but the girl simply shook her head.

"No, Tony. I'm done. Just leave and go ahead and do yourself a favor and never come back. It's not worth your time or energy and I sure as hell don't want you here," she said, her head still turned.

Tony stilled slightly at her words. "You don't mean that," he told her, but before he could even blink, Y/N had used her telekinesis to pick up the bottle of vodka and send it hurtling in his direction. The man barely had time to duck out of the way before it flew right past where his head had been and shattered against the wall. Tony turned to her in surprise but the girl was already getting up and walking to the door of what had to be her bedroom.

"I miss him too you know," Tony called after her causing the girl to still.

"Stop," Y/N warned him, but Tony ignored her and instead stood up, his eyes not leaving her as he clearly made no move to leave.

"Y/N, he wouldn't want this for you. That kid loved you so much. He would be devastated by—"

"I said stop!" Y/N yelled and before anyone knew what was happening, a force was suddenly throwing Tony across the room. The man thought fast and his nano suit had wrapped around him before he could even hit the wall and Bob watched as the color drained from Y/N's face at what she had done.

She was shaking as she stared at Tony, but by the time he was looking back up at her, the Iron Man mask sliding away from his face, she was cold once again. "Get the hell out of my apartment," was all she said before turning and walking into her room, slamming the door behind her. Bob watched her go, frowning slightly as the scene began to play again.

"That was before they won against Thanos," a voice said causing Bob to flinch in surprise. He quickly turned around to find Y/N a little ways behind him, sitting down at a chair in the corner of the room. Her eyes continued to watch the scene playing out in front of her and Bob was almost beginning to question if she had spoke in the first place when she muttered, "That was the last time I saw him before he died."

Her eyes met his then and Bob stilled under her gaze. She was a couple of years older than the version of her from the memory, a little more put together but in the kind of way that screamed help more than her younger self's look had. She had learned to mask it more, that much was clear. Or maybe it was just that Bob knew where to look, that he saw himself when he looked at her and knew in more ways than one just how tired she was.

"Who was he talking about?" Bob asked, silently cursing himself for that being the first thing he said but knowing he now had to just go with it. "The guy?"

Y/N hesitated, her eyes glazing over as she got lost in thought. There was a tiny moment of utter sadness that flashed across her face but it was gone so quickly as she muttered, "I don't know." She let out a sad laugh. "Isn't that sad? It's like there's blanks in my memory. All I know is that there is this immense feeling of loss not just once, but twice. Every time I try to think of him it's like the image of him only gets fuzzier."

Bob was silent for a moment. "I have trouble remembering things too," he admitted. "There are these moments where it's like I'll wake up from a dream I don't remember having and that time is just gone."

Y/N's eyes flickered his way, her gaze shifting over him in a way that made him stand up a little straighter. "I walked through a lot of rooms before ending up here," she told him, her eyes still studying him as though she were trying to piece him together. "This was the only one I couldn't leave."

"Why?" Bob questioned.

"Why did you stop in this one?" she retorted and Bob blinked in surprise. Her head tilted slightly as she stared blankly at the boy. It was a moment before she looked away and back at Tony who was watching her past self slam the door shut behind her as the memory started back up again. "I just wanted to see him again, I guess," she whispered. "I always hated this moment, hated that I pushed him away like that and left him to fight Thanos without me. Sometimes I wonder..."

She trailed off before shrugging slightly and looking back at Bob. "Guess I was as shocked by seeing Tony's face as you were when you walked in," Y/N said. Bob barely even thought his question before she placed a finger against her temple and let out a small sigh of exhaustion. "Telekinesis," she stated. "Just a fraction of the power I was born with, but it comes in handy from time to time. I knew who you were the second you walked into this memory. Your mind is very loud, but not in the way you'd expect it to be."

Bob wanted to ask her more, but it was clear she didn't want to expand on that comment. Instead she merely tapped her fingers against the arm of the chair she sat in and said, "So you're the one doing this."

It wasn't a question. She said it as though it were fact. Not that she was wrong, but something about the way she said it still made Bob's throat constrict.

"It's not. . .it's not me. It's—" Bob broke off and he could see the way she stared at him, knew that she was reading his mind. She blinked and quickly looked away. "Sorry," she whispered. "I can't help it sometimes. You lock yourself away long enough and you'll find it harder to control what once was so easy. But I get a sense that you know that."

Bob let out a small sigh, his eyes flickering over the past Y/N who sat on the couch with a haunted look in her eyes and a tight grip on the bottle in her hand.

"We've all done some bad things," Y/N told him, answering the questions flying through his mind. "I had the unfortunate experience of being the reason half the universe died. I was there that day that Thanos went to Wakanda to take the Mind Stone from Vision. I was the last one there before he snapped. I could've stopped it, but I let his words get to me and . . . well, you know the rest."

“The Blip,” Bob muttered and Y/N nodded solemnly. He could see her trying to keep it all together, but the tension was practically radiating off of her as she avoided his gaze.

“Go ahead and say it,” Y/N told him, her gaze locked on her past self who was busy hurling the bottle at Tony’s head. “You probably lost someone in the Blip, right? Had to suffer five years without them? Who was it? Family? Friends?”

Y/N didn’t even give him time to respond as she let out a sigh as if everything were pointless, “It doesn’t matter. Everyone still thinks the same thing, but I don’t blame them.”

“It’s my fault,” she admitted. “I caused everyone so much pain and suffering and then, when I had the chance to make things right, I pushed everyone away and locked myself in my room. Then Natasha died. Then Tony. And eventually Steve followed. And where was I? Drowning my sorrows in a bottle like the asshole that I am.” Y/N scoffed slightly at herself, the fury in her eyes something most people would probably flinch at but all Bob could do was soften at the sight. “So go ahead and say what you want. Call me names. Shout at me. Tell me how much of a monster I am. I deserve it. I’ll always deserve it.”

Bob didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what he could say. Not because it was all too much to process, but because he understood it. He understood what she was feeling. The pain and the anger. The guilt and regret. The shame. He understood it in ways he couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

But the silence was loud and Y/N wouldn’t meet his eyes. She just stared at the scene in front of her as her past self’s voice filled the silence between them, her voice rough as she whispered, "You're all better off without me anyways."

Y/N flinched at those words, her face crumbling slightly as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Bob felt his heart ache at the sight and for a moment, he saw himself sitting there in that chair. But more importantly, he saw her. He saw Y/N for who she truly was. He didn’t know what to say to her to make her better, so instead he just thought it.

I see you.

Y/N's eyes snapped up to him and Bob knew he hadn't had to say that out loud. She had heard him loud and clear.

She stood without another word, her eyes never leaving his as she walked towards him. She was quiet as she stopped in front of him, her gaze turning questioning as she studied him.

You do see me, don't you?

Bob let out a small gasp as her voice echoed in his head. He stared at her with wide eyes, but didn't flinch away not even when she took a step closer so that they were only a breath apart.

I can feel it, you know? That darkness. It calls to me.

"You know where he is?" Bob asked and Y/N quickly shook her head.

"I'm not talking about the Void," she whispered. She gently lifted her hand and placed it on his chest, right above his heart. "Here."

Bob's breath stuttered and he tried to keep his heart from racing as he whispered, "W-what does it say?"

"That it understands," Y/N replied. "That it sees what’s inside my own heart.” She hesitated before giving him a sad smile. “Like calls to like after all."

Bob stared at her, his eyes flickering over her face. He had thought she was pretty before, but up close she was even more beautiful than he could’ve imagined. Her eyebrow quirked slightly as if she had heard that thought and maybe she had, but Y/N was already moving on which he was silently thankful about.

“You feel it too,” she said and Bob didn’t need to say it out loud to confirm her thoughts. After all, he knew what she was talking about and she was right. Ever since he had emerged into this room, he had felt a sort of tug. It was the reason he had stayed. He thought it was because of seeing Tony Stark, but it was because he had felt her from the moment he had stepped foot into that room.

It was because he had seen her before ever laying eyes on her and it seemed she had done the same.

“I don’t know what to do,” Bob admitted, his words strained. “Every time I think I’m getting better, that I’ve finally pulled myself out of that darkness, I just. . .”

“Get pulled back under again?”

Bob was quiet for a moment, his gaze dropping to the floor as that same feeling of shame that always crept up when he thought about his problems beginning to rise in the form of a blush on his neck, “Yeah.”

There was a gentle touch against his chin before Y/N lifted his head so that his gaze met hers once more. Her touched lingered for just a moment, but then her hand was dropping back down to her side. Not once did she move the one that was still resting on his chest and above his heart, the only source of comfort either of them seemed to need.

She gave him a sad smile, her eyes getting a sort of far off look as she whispered, “Sometimes the hardest battle you’ll ever face is with yourself.”

Bob felt tears prick his eyes at those words and for a moment, he even felt a sense of comfort. Someone knew what he was going through. Someone understood.

He had never had that before.

“How do we beat it?” Bob’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Y/N seemed to come back to herself at those words, her eyes locking with his once more and her hand tightened on his shirt. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “But I’d like to figure that out. Together.”

Bob swore he stopped breathing at those words.

“Together,” he repeated, tears filling his eyes slightly out of disbelief.

Y/N merely nodded and she gently reached up, her thumb quickly swiping under his eye to brush away a stray tear that had fallen. Her own eyes were lined with tears as she whispered through a soft laugh, “Yeah, together. As long as you’re okay with being friends with the girl who does nothing but screw everything up.”

Bob couldn’t stop the small grin that began to peak out, the corners of his lips twitching up slightly as he opened his mouth to respond.

It was then that the doors to the room flew open, darkness flooding in and covering the walls and floors with black tendrils as it raced towards the two. The two stumbled back and away from each other as they tried to avoid the darkness creeping in and Y/N let out a small shout when her past self and Tony dissolved into nothing but shadows.

“Bob,” Y/N called out, but the boy was already reaching for her. He had ahold of her arm within a second and he pulled her to the one corner of the room not covered in darkness just yet.

His eyes were wide as he scanned what was left of the room, his grip tightening on Y/N’s arm in slight panic and confusion as he tried to process what was happening.

The darkness had never come after Bob before.

Not like this.

Something had signaled the Void. Something had scared him.

Bob’s eyes flickered to Y/N who was leaning into his touch, the tips of her fingers already beginning to glow white as she clearly analyzed the situation. His fingers felt warm against her forearm and for a moment he let himself remember the feel of her hand on his chest, the way her breath had fanned his face, and the way her words had wrapped around his heart like a hug he hadn't know he had needed.

And he knew.

The Void fed off of his sadness and loneliness and whatever Y/N had been making him feel was the opposite. The Void would do whatever he needed to crush this feeling, to stay in control. Even if it meant there were casualties along the way.

Bob’s heart ached at that thought and he quickly turned to Y/N who was backing closer to him as they were pushed further into the corner of the room and her memory. She moved her arm out of his grasp in order to hold her hands up, a white light emitting out against the darkness as she tried to hold it at bay.

"Bob, what's going on?" she asked. "What do we do?"

"I—" Bob was panicking now, the thought of Y/N getting hurt making him feel so many emotions that he hadn't felt in a long time. It scared him how much he felt towards the girl within just one conversation. He already knew he would do whatever needed to be done to save her and that thought alone scared him in more ways than one. Even more than the plan that was beginning to develop in his head, the plan that would save Y/N but would mean leaving her at the same time.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Y/N's head whipped in his direction. "Bob, no. You can't run. You have to fight this thing. If you don't, the darkness will only continue to consume you," she said.

"Cause you know what that's like?" Bob retorted, his panic and fear making him sound bitter. "We just watched the same memory over and over of you letting the darkness take over. If you can't fight it, what makes you think I can?"

Y/N's eyes softened slightly. "Bob," she started, but the darkness pushed closer towards them and she let out a strangled sound as she strained to keep her powers in check.

Bob watched her for a second, his eyes flickering over her one last time before he leaned forward. His lips brushed gently against her ear and he felt her shiver slightly under his touch. His breath came out shaky as he whispered, "I would've liked to be your friend."

Then, before she could do or say anything else, Bob had pulled back and thrown himself against the wall of the memory. His body broke through the barrier and into the next room, the darkness leaving Y/N behind in favor of chasing the boy.

"Bob!" Y/N cried out as she attempted to lunge after him, but the darkness threw her back and by the time she was up on her feet again, the memory had sealed itself around her, forcing her to relive the same moment with Tony while Bob got away.

- - -

Bob didn’t know how long he ran for. All he knew was that it took forever for him to get back to his own rooms. He almost cried when the meth chicken scene appeared before him, but he didn’t stop there. He continued his trek even after the darkness eventually faded away, now satisfied that Bob was back where he belonged.

Everything was just too loud, the memories too much for Bob to withstand while that feeling of utter loneliness crept up on him once more. It was foolish of him to think he could ever have someone understand him, that he could ever have someone in his life without hurting them in the end. He had done this to himself.

He deserved to be alone.

At some point Bob eventually managed to find the attic of one of his memories, the only quiet place in this miserable void, and he was quick to tuck himself away in there, away from all the noise and the darkness that he could feel feeding off of everyone's chaos.

It was only then that he sat down and curled in on himself, his breathing shaky as he tried to push every last thought of Y/N out of his head.

"She's better off without me," Bob whispered to himself like a mantra, his head tucked close to his knees as he let the stillness envelope him in a hug much different than the one Y/N’s words had given him. “She’s better off without me.”

“Everyone is.”

[cowboybeepboop]

Rescue

"Please, p-please, I want you to make me feel good."

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Reynolds x f! Reader 

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: Needy and whiny Bob, kind of a dom fem reader, oral m! recieving 

a/n: Sorry chat.. This is such a ramble, but I  LOVE BOB omg Lewis Pullman is on top!!! As always, send any requests you have my way! I will write for any fandom or character, but I would especially love some Lewis Pullman character requests 😛

Bob stood in the dimly lit room, a flickering fluorescent light casting eerie shadows across the sterile walls. His arms were shackled behind his back, held tightly in place by Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, a woman who radiated calculation and control.

He felt utterly isolated. No one was treating him with any kindness; he was merely an object to them, a tool to be used and discarded at their convenience. After his shift into Sentry and then the Void, she’s kept him locked up in this damn room. 

The room he was kept in was small and confined, barely large enough for him to move a few paces in any direction. The air was thick and stale, almost stifling. There was no comfort here, no human kindness. It was as if they wanted him to feel isolated and forgotten.

Bob looked around the room, his eyes darting from corner to corner. The only sound was the steady hum of the fluorescent light and the occasional clink of his shackles as he shifted his weight. He tried to take deep breaths, to keep his fear and anxiety at bay, but it was getting increasingly difficult.

While he could use his powers, he’s simply just too scared to bring out the void again. So instead, he spends his time pacing his tiny concrete room. The fluorescent light overhead flickered intermittently, casting strange shadows on the sterile walls. 

Every now and then, he would glance up to see if the light was about to go out completely. 

He was exhausted. 

Not just physically, but mentally as well. The constant fear and anxiety of being in this small space with no human contact was taking its toll on him. He could hear footsteps in the hallway outside, but no one came to visit him. 

They weren't even giving him any food.

After Valentina realized she couldn’t *use* him for what she wanted, she decided not to deal with him at all, assuming he would be too fearful to try and escape. Plus, if he did use his powers against her once again, she would just hit her kill switch. 

You'd been working with Bucky and the "Thunderbolts" to rescue Bob from Valentina's capture. This plan only works if everyone works together, which, for the most part, they've been doing pretty well, at least until you became involved. 

Creaking open the door, you hold your breath as you step into the small and dimly lit room, the sound of your footsteps on the cold concrete floor making the space feel even more claustrophobic. The room is barely illuminated by a single flickering fluorescent light above.

As you enter, you notice Bob pacing the length of the room, his arms shackled behind his back, looking exhausted and tense. He glances over at you, his eyes widening slightly as he realises that someone has entered.

"You're Bob?" Your voice is gentle while you creep over to him, eyes roaming over him, taking in his timid stance. 

Bob pauses in his pacing as you approach, his body tense and wary, but he nods slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Y-yes, I’m Bob,” he says softly. He studies you warily, his eyes darting to the knife between your teeth before returning to your face.

"I'm Y/N, I'm gonna get you out of here, alright?" You slip the knife into your pocket, skillfully you begin to pick the locks on his shackles, which are surprisingly weak for being meant to hold someone with his powers. 

Bob looks at you with a mix of surprise and relief, his eyes widening slightly as you begin to pick the locks on his shackles. "You're...you're here to help me?" he whispers, his voice cracking slightly.

He watches you with a sense of awe as you work on the locks, clearly impressed by your skill. The locks seem to come undone surprisingly easily, given the fact that they're meant to hold someone as powerful as him.

"Of course, I'm here to help you." You smile sweetly at him, brushing your fingers against his shoulder, offering some comfort, waiting for Bucky's all clear signal. 

Your touch seems to momentarily surprise him, and he flinches away from it, before realising that you’re trying to help him. He gives you a small, hesitant smile back, clearly not used to any kind of human contact in this place.

As you wait for Bucky's signal, the tension in the room continues to build. Bob glances around the room, his eyes darting to the door, clearly anxious to get out of here as soon as possible.

Bucky lets you know that it's time to move, you carefully pull out your knife again, preparing for any necessary defense. "Come with me, Bob, stay close and hold onto this just in case." You hand him the blade, pulling out a small gun as both of you move toward the exit. 

Bob takes the blade from you, holding it tightly in his hand. He follows you closely as you move towards the exit, his footsteps quiet behind you. He’s clearly on edge, glancing around the room as if waiting for someone to come bursting through the door.

The gun in your hand is a reassuring presence for him, and he sticks close to your side, keeping his eyes peeled for any sign of danger. As you reach the door, Bob places a hand on your shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. "You'll p-protect me, right?" he whispers.

"I'll keep you safe," you respond gently, using your free hand to pat his hand that's resting on your shoulder before moving forward. Putting your focus back on getting him out. 

Bob nods at your reassurance, his hand remaining on your shoulder for just a moment longer before pulling away. He takes a deep, shaky breath, trying to steel his nerves as you move forward, your focus now fixed on getting him out of this place.

Together, you move through the building, keeping an eye out for any guards or obstacles in your path. Bob keeps close by your side, gripping the knife tightly as he follows you, his eyes darting around nervously.

With Bob safely in the back of the vehicle, you let out a ragged sigh of relief. The adrenaline that had been rushing through your veins starts to wear off, and you suddenly feel the overwhelming tiredness of the rescue mission catch up to you.

As soon as the vehicle starts moving, you look over at Bob, who is now sitting next to you, still clutching the knife in his hand. He seems just as exhausted as you are, if not more, his eyes tired and weary.

Brushing your fingers over his hand, you gently pull the knife away from his grasp. "You're safe now, Bob, I promise." The team knew that Val wouldn’t come after them, not with their hold over her, so it would be an easy trip back. 

Bob doesn't resist as you take the knife from him, his grip loosening as soon as your touch. He looks up at you, his eyes weary and tired, but there's a glimmer of trust there now, a hint of vulnerability that he couldn't have shown before.

"Thank you," he whispers softly, his voice hoarse. "Thank you for getting me out of there."

"Of course," you grin at him, scooting closer to his side so he can rest against your shoulder. "You should rest, close your eyes."

Bob looks at you with a tired expression, seeming hesitant for a moment. But then, as if too tired to resist, he starts to lean into your shoulder, his head heavy against your body.

He lets out a weary sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he begins to relax, finally feeling safe in your presence. "I...I haven't slept in days," he admits quietly, his words slurring slightly with exhaustion.

"You deserve some good rest, Bob." You run your fingers down his arm, attempting to lure him to sleep.

Bob's eyelids seem to grow heavier with every passing moment, his body sagging against yours as fatigue washes over him. With your gentle touch, he seems to relax further, his breathing beginning to even out as he drifts closer and closer to sleep.

He mumbles something, a single word that escapes his lips in a tired slur. "Safe," he whispers, his voice barely audible.

A few weeks have passed since you all successfully rescued Bob, and thankfully, Valentina never tried to take him back. You sigh as your training with The Winter Soldier ends in another defeat, lying against the exercise mat, you take a few steadying breaths.

Bucky stands above you, a smirk on his face as he regards your defeated form. He offers a hand to help you up from the mat, his grip firm as he pulls you to your feet.

"Not bad," he says, eyeing you up and down. "You're getting better." Despite your defeat, there's a hint of pride in his voice, as if he's impressed by your improvement.

You catch a glimpse of Bob outside the room, letting go of Buckys hand and ignoring his compliment, you practically skip over to him. "How are you doing this morning, Bob?"  

Bob looks up as you approach, a small, shy smile forming on his lips as he sees you. "M-morning," he manages, his voice soft and tentative. "I'm, uh, I'm alright," he says, running a hand through his messy blond hair. He glances down at the floor, then back up at you, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before darting away.

"Wanna grab breakfast with me?" you grin sweetly, stretching and cracking your back. 

Bob nods shyly, a slight flush on his cheeks as he watches you stretch, his eyes darting away quickly when he realises that he was staring. He shoves his hands into his pockets, looking every bit the shy, awkward, but sweet man you're beginning to learn he is.

"Uh, yeah, that sounds nice," he replies, barely managing to meet your gaze. He's clearly trying to hide his nervousness, but failing miserably.

"Here, let's grab something from the kitchen, and then we can watch a movie in my room!" You're giddy at the thought of spending more time with him, you’ve been doing everything you can to get him more comfortable with you. 

Bob nods eagerly, his eyes lighting up at your suggestion. "Yeah, that sounds great," he says softly, a small smile on his lips. He follows you eagerly as you lead him toward the kitchen, his footsteps light behind you.

"Movie in your room?" he asks, a hint of surprise in his voice. "J-just the two of us?"

"Yeah, why not?" You grab some cereal for both of you, focused on the small task at hand. 

"Uh, no reason," he says sheepishly, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks again. "I just, uh, didn’t expect it to be just the two of us." He fidgets nervously as he follows you back to your room, his hand occasionally clenching and unclenching at his side.

You open the door for him, gesturing for him to walk in. "Well, we can keep things purely PG," you tease as you shut the door behind you, which is more a less a goal of yours than anything else. 

You find him simply irresistible; his kind, sheepish demeanor gets you weak in the knees. The two of you have never been alone in a private space very long before, so this opens up the opportunity for more than just friendly interactions.

Bob's cheeks visibly redden at your playful comment, and he lets out a small, nervous chuckle as he steps into your room. He looks around, taking in the space with a sense of curiosity and wonder. It's clear that he's a bit out of his comfort zone.

"Purely PG," he repeats, his voice cracking slightly. He stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, waiting for you to lead the way.

"Come sit," you plop on the bed, patting the mattress beside you. "We can find something together," your heart races as you notice the flush of his cheeks. 

Bob hesitates for a moment before slowly walking over to the bed and sitting down next to you. He sits on the edge of the mattress, his body tense and stiff as if he's afraid to get too comfortable.

He glances at you, his cheeks flushed red, as he tries hard to avoid your gaze. "Uh, sure," he stutters, his eyes darting around the room. "What do you like to watch?" he fumbles with the sleeves of his shirt. 

"I like comedy, shit to take my mind off of... Well, all of this." You scoot closer to him, reaching over his lap for the remote on the other side of him. Your breasts slightly brushing over his thighs with your swift movements. 

Bob's eyes widen and his cheeks flush bright red at the unexpected contact, and he tries hard to keep his gaze averted.

He lets out a soft, strangled noise, something between a whimper and a gasp. There's a brief moment of tense silence as he tries to recover his composure, his body completely stiff under your touch.

"You can relax, y'know," you grin as you turn the TV on, enjoying his reaction to your subtle touches. "I don't bite, Bob."

Bob blushes even harder at your words, his body slowly starting to relax under your touch. He tries to laugh it off, though the sound comes out as more of a nervous cough. "I know, I know," he stutters, his eyes flickering over to you before darting away again.

You find a random movie, glancing over to him, you question, "Is this okay?" Bob nods, his body visibly relaxing a bit more as he hears your words. He risks a glance at you, a small, shy smile appearing on his lips.

"Yeah," he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "This is...yeah, this is fine." He shifts a little closer to you, his thigh now lightly brushing against yours, as he focuses on the movie playing on the screen.

Butterflies fill your stomach as you notice the small gesture he makes; it's nothing crazy, but it's the first time he's really initiated anything between you since the day you met.  

Bob seems to realise what he's done, and he quickly stiffens up again, his cheeks reddening once more. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, his expression a mix of nervousness and shyness.

"Uh, sorry, I, uh...sorry," he mumbles, his gaze darting back to the screen. 

"Hey, it’s okay! Don't worry about it at all." You both begin eating your breakfast, your eyes wandering to him every once in a while to admire his adorable features. 

Bob seems to relax a bit more with your reassurance, his body slowly unclenching as he starts to eat his cereal. He notices you glancing at him, and every time you do, he can't help but feel his cheeks heat up again.

He steals glances at you as well, his gaze darting over to you every now and then, his eyes lingering on your face for just a moment before darting back to the screen. There's a growing sense of comfortable intimacy between you two.

With a sigh, you push the empty bowl to the side, content with the feeling of fullness, you lean back on your arms with a small yawn. Bob finished eating his cereal as well, placing his bowl beside yours. He glances at you as you lean back on your arms, a slight smile on his lips as he hears your yawn.

He looks more relaxed now than he did when you both first walked into the room, his body no longer as stiff as before. "You tired?" he asks softly, tilting his head slightly to the side as he looks at you.

"Yeah, Bucky kicked my ass in there," you groan, thinking back to the morning training. "He always does." 

Glancing over to him, your lips curve into a small smile as you move to rest your head in his lap. "Is this alright with you, Bob?" You’re making some sneaky moves, which you know you shouldn’t, but fuck, the way he looks at you has your body aching. 

Bob blushes furiously as you rest your head in his lap, his body stiffening for a moment before relaxing again. He tentatively places a hand on your shoulder, his touch light and gentle.

"Yeah," he mumbles, sounding a little breathless. "I… I don't mind." He seems surprised that you're being so close to him, but there's a hint of pleasure in his eyes as he looks down at you.

"You're so cute," you give him a slight teasing response, nuzzling into his warmth as you relax, eyes slowly fluttering shut.

Bob blushes even harder at your words, a soft, startled noise escaping his lips. He's not used to being called cute, and your teasing comment has thrown him off slightly.

He feels a pleasant shiver run through his body as you nuzzle into his warmth, and he unconsciously starts to stroke your shoulder gently with his hand. "Y-you're the one who's cute," he mumbles, his words coming out a little indistinct.

It was your turn to be flustered now, his response catching you off guard. "Yeah? You think so?" You bite down on your lip, fingers tracing small shapes into his thigh mindlessly. 

Bob seems to realise that he's made you flustered this time, and he can't help but feel a small sense of pride in it. He looks down at you, a small smile on his lips as he notices your fingers tracing shapes on his thigh. 

He subconsciously moves his hand from your shoulder to your hair, his touch light and tentative as he starts to run his fingers through it. "Yeah," he says softly, his eyes flickering away from yours briefly before returning. "I...I really do think so."

Bob's breath hitches slightly as he feels your hand moving further up his thigh, your nails grazing him, sending a wave of tingling through his body. He tries to keep his composure, his eyes darting away from you for a moment as he struggles to control his reaction.

"S-stop that," he mumbles, his voice shaky and uneven. "You're teasing me," he practically whines the last part.

"Teasing?" you question, knowing exactly what you're doing, fingers getting achingly close to his crotch. 

Bob lets out a soft whimper as your fingers get ever closer to his crotch, his eyes widening as he looks down at your hand. His cheeks are flushed red, and his words come out as strangled stutters, "You know you're teasing me."

His body is tense under your touch, every muscle coiled taut as he tries to control his reaction to your actions.

"Is it okay?" You shift slightly, lips pressing gentle kisses onto his clothed thighs. "Can I touch you, *tease* you like this?" your fingers continue their wandering, slowly inching closer and closer to his cock. 

Bob's breath hitches at the feel of your kisses on his thighs, his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to control the sensations coursing through him. His hands clench and unclench, and he can't help but whine softly under his breath.

He nods, his head tilting back just a bit, and his voice comes out as a strangled whisper, "Yes, yes, it's okay. You can, uh, you can touch me like that."

You fumble with the waistband of his sweat pants, slowly exposing his lower half, eager to taste him, to take care of him. "I wanna make you feel good, Bob..." Your lips continue their torment, but this time against bare skin. 

Bob's breathing becomes more ragged as you start to expose his lower half, his body quivering under your touch. He lets out a soft gasp, his eyes wide and fixed on you as you begin to lay kisses on his bare skin.

"Oh, God," he manages to groan out, his thighs trembling with anticipation. He wants you just as badly, his words coming out in a breathless, needy whisper, "Please, p-please, I want you to make me feel good."

You push Bob's boxers down, revealing his hardened cock. Your eyes rake over the length of him, admiring his size and girth before you lean in closer, letting your warm breath tickle his skin. 

Bob's entire body jolts at the sensation, his cock twitching in anticipation of what's to come.

You wrap your soft, warm lips around the tip of his erection, your tongue swirling around the head as you gently suck. Bob's hands instinctively grab onto the bed sheets, knuckles turning white with the effort it takes not to touch you. 

You can hear his muffled gasps of pleasure as you slowly take more of him into your mouth, your teeth lightly grazing the sensitive skin. Your hands come up to gently caress his thighs, the smoothness of your skin gliding against his. 

Increasing the pace, your tongue dances around his shaft as you take him deeper, your throat muscles tightening around him. You can feel him getting closer and closer to the edge with each stroke, his hips bucking slightly as he tries to keep still.

The wet sounds of your mouth working him fill the air, mingling with Bob's breathy moans. You're thorough in your ministrations, not wanting to leave any part of him untouched. 

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, pumping in rhythm with your mouth, your other hand gently cupping and playing with his balls.

Bob's breathing becomes more erratic, his moans growing louder as you work him closer to climax. His thighs quiver under your touch, and you know he's close. You look up at him, eyes locked with his, the intimacy of the moment almost too much to handle.

With one final, deep suck, you feel his cock pulse in your mouth, and with a strangled cry, he releases, his warm seed filling your mouth. You swallow it all, not missing a drop, the taste of him lingering on your tongue as you pull away, giving his sensitive tip one last lick before sitting back with a satisfied smile. 

Bob's body goes lax, his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to catch his breath, a blissful expression etched onto his face.

The room is filled with the sound of his heavy breathing, and the sight of his spent cock against his stomach is incredibly satisfying. You lean up to kiss him, sharing the taste of him on your lips, and whisper, "I told you I'd take good care of you."

Bob's mind is completely overwhelmed by pleasure, his body trembling beneath your touch. He can barely form coherent thoughts, his whole world reduced to the sensations you're bringing him. Your name escapes his lips in a breathy moan, and he clings to the bed sheets tightly, trying to anchor himself to reality. 

When you finally pull away, he pants heavily, his body flushed and spent. He looks up at you, his expression one of pure bliss, and he can barely manage to speak, his voice rough and low as he whispers, "You're...you're incredible."

Here’s part 2 😛

[gay-dorito-dust]

Reader: *kisses Voids forehead*

Live team reaction:

Alexei: abolufrly not.

You: you’re not my dad.

Alexei: well I am now your dad, and you’re not dating him *points to void*

You: I so fucking am!

Ava: you’re not. Don’t kiss the void!

Yelena: don’t do it.

John: don’t kiss the-

You:*kisses the void, fully on the lips*

Alexei: *gasps* they kissed the void!

You: *giddy as fuck* I kissed the void!

[angelltheninth]

The Thunderbolts Team Notices You're Injured

Pairing: Yelena Belova, Bucky Barnes, Antonia Dreykov, John Walker, Bob Reynolds, Ava Starr, Alexei Shostakov x Reader

Tags: fluff, injury, teammates to lovers, soothing kisses, care, feelings realization, praise, teasing, bridal cary

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A/N: Honestly I only went to see this for Yelena and I was NOT disappointed. The rest of the team was good too. Go Bob!

After the hell that Yelena just had to go through she isn't it well when people around her, people that she cares for, are in danger. Doesn't matter if the injury is big or small she will worry about you. But she won't let her team see that she's panicking about your injuries, but she knows you can see it on her face. She doesn't leave your side for the entire ride back and is constantly asking how you're doing.

Picks you up the moment your enemies are put down. He carries you in his arms and knows that his team will make fun of him because it looks like you just got married, well minus the bleeding from you. Bucky holds you close and kisses your forehead as you smile up at him, telling him that he's going soft on you recently but that you find it cute. While that might be true he is still able to beat up anyone else who calls him cute.

Has been trained to kill so protecting people is a bit of a foreign concept to her still. Still Antonia does her damn best to reassure you, and herself, that you're gonna be okay. It's just a broken leg, you'll be walking again in no time at all, she'll be by your side while you recover too. While she's not too good at cheering people up she will stare down anyone who implies that the injury was all your fault. She won't let anyone slander you.

Runs to your side the moment he sees you go down, cupping your face and yelling over the action and fights going on in the background. As you come to from being past out you see John breathe out a sigh of relief and feel him press his forehead against yours. He helps you get to the medical bed and doesn't leave your side until you're able to stand up. Will even sleep in the chair for as long as it takes.

When Bob sees you surrounded and unable to fight back against mutual enemies he almost lets his powers go out of control. Instead of losing control he completely he pulls them into the Void one by one and making them pass out shortly after. He isn't killing them or making them go crazy but they sure as hell will have nightmares for months to come. The last thing he wants is to be a monster, but for you he can be close to one.

Being able to go invisible is a huge advantage when it comes to saving you and Ava will use every ace up her sleeve to do so. She was worried about you after the punches you took but that smug, charming grin of yours put her mind at ease a little bit, Despite that she's not exactly comforted by how much you're bleeding and fainting against her as she's helping you walk. How you still have the strength to flirt like that she will never know.

For him it's pretty easy to barrel through enemies when he sees that you went down in the middle of a fight. Alexei is by your side and carrying you, running with you on his back, dowards the carrier to get you out of harms way. He holds your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it while assuring you that you're gonna be okay. Of course you'll be okay, you need to be tough and badass if you made him interested in you.

[jamiedc-they-them]

I heard you were taking Thunderbolts* requests? You can refuse there's absolutely no pressure!

What about Bucky with an adopted child, young adult? I don't really have a scenario, just some context that popped when I watched the movie yesterday :')

Like, Bucky can take care of himself, sure, but his child always makes sure he's not living on the bare minimum. During the happenings of the movie, they followed Bucky without his permission but ended up being useful in their own way (because Bucky taught them how to fight, of course).

I know it's a bit abstract, but I've always liked your blog, and the last request I gave you did not disappoint (probably a year ago or something), so I trust your brain can make up something wonderful!

(If you wanna get a little crazy, totally optional, you can make his child a mutant, with wings. Thought it could be funny :'D)

Own it (Platonic)

Summary: Being Bucky Barnes' adopted child comes with challenges. Challenges that boil over in ways that almost make you lose each other, both to your memories, and physically.

Requested by @len-psychofr

Warnings: Swearing, depression, self-hatred, violence, dead parents, Valentina.

Marvel Masterlist 1

Marvel Masterlist 2

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"How was the party?" You asked, sitting curled near the window, eating some leftover takeout that Bucky had left out for you to have when you got back in from work.

This was actual work. Not hired gun work, not Black Widow work. Work-work. A job.

Mind you, it didn't exactly pay the bills.

Bucky did that. He was an elected official. You were happy for him, the pair of you making new names for yourselves after pasts you'd rather forget.

You, a shit mum who sold you to some research programme that Yelena Belova found you in. She wasn't in a great headspace, so she asked the Winter Soldier of all people to keep an eye on you.

Yelena had then disappeared, but Bucky had stayed.

A butterfly came through the window, landing on your finger.

"Met Valentina's assistant," he said as he shut the door behind him, "trying to scope me out."

"In what way?" you teased. You knew how people had a crush on Bucky. The way he made people swoon with the simple phrase of doll.

It was harmless...mostly.

He rolled his eyes, "you got a broken mind, kid. Sometimes wonder why I took you in if all you're gonna do is talk shit."

He meant it in a light-hearted way. It had the opposite effect.

You were good at hiding how things felt, though.

You laughed. He didn't read into it.

A proper dad would, you told yourself. Your brain told itself.

It told you a lot of things. Most of them are not nice.

Yet, here you stood still, with a man who was seemingly getting bored of you.

Bucky looked at you, waiting for the dishwasher to be done; you were looking at the butterfly still, smiling at it.

You didn’t get much of that in your youth, he guessed. Time to just slow down and appreciate your life and the life around you. Just survive constantly until the next day.

You heard his phone go. The butterfly flew away.

You finished your "meal" before clearing your throat, "your arm is done."

He nodded to you in thanks, pulling it from the dishwasher, the one he wore to the party being a dud.

You laid on your bed, staring up at the ceiling.

He didn't mean it. He didn't mean it. He didn't --

"You don't touch them," Bucky sneered into his phone.

You poked your head out of the doorway, "Kid may be 'weak' but they're my kid. You don't go after them."

Oh. That was...mixed.

He slammed the phone down, accidentally crushing it with his arm that he had just cleaned.

You left the room, clearing your throat, "Everything ok?"

He let out a sigh, before turning around, “Yeah…no,” he was honest, at least, growth, “how much of that did you hear?”

You shook your head, “not much,” you lied, “just decided to come out when the phone got…you know…”

He nodded, both of you deciding to believe the lie. This was something serious.

“Take it trying to impeach the bitch isn’t going well.”

“Language,” you rolled your eyes, “but, no. But, there may be a way to find some people who can help.”

“I can help,” you said, arm going up.

“And, how is that?”

“Because it’s who my mum sold me to.”

“What?!” Bucky was walking towards you. 

You took a step back. He paused.

“Sorry…” he sounded apologetic.

He isn’t, a voice said in your mind, he’s just like her.

You cleared your throat, “it’s ok.”

“This is serious, (your name).”

“I can help,” you promised.

Bucky saw it in your eyes, a look that was in his long ago - though it still lingered, the past never fully went away: Redemption.

A want to make it right.

He knew you’d just follow anyway.

“You’re a pain in my arse, you know that?”

“So I’ve gathered.”

You had an attitude today. He just put it up to age. He remembered being in his mid-teen years as well. Anti-authority and all that.

He once got called a communist for it.

He nodded, “But you do exactly as I say, ok?”

“Aye aye,” you said, giving him a mock salute.

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He took you to the garage, where he had a bike. He even donned a new outfit, and shades for some reason.

“You look like a cliche biker,” you said, waiting for him.

“And you look like a hipster.”

You gawked at him.

He got on the bike, you got on behind him.

He held something to you: A helmet.

“Really?”

“Safety first.”

You parroted what he said as you put it on, making sure it was secure.

“Hold on, I ain’t obeying traffic laws.”

“Wow, you’re so cool,” you said, dryly.

He shook his head, with you behind him, meaning you missed the smile on his face.

You set off, tearing through the mean streets and only almost dying several thousand times due to not obeying the traffic laws.

You even got pulled over at one point:

“Do you know who I am?” Bucky asked.

“Senator Barnes,” the officer looked at you, “and here’s your little scrap.”

“Walk off,” you said, the cop obeying.

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that you had powers? We’ll get more into them later.

“Thank you,” Bucky said, starting the journey again.

“Uh-huh,” you said, not biting.

You drove on, and you did enjoy this part about America, the amount of diverse landscapes there were. From concrete jungles to more empty areas with deserts all around.

“So, who are we chasing, exactly?”

“Some people like us: fuck ups. One of them is the same girl who gave you to me.”

“Yelena?” You asked, wanting to see the woman who saved your life.

“That’s the one. We also got John Walker –”

“Fuck up Captain America, right?”

He snorted at the name, “That’s the one.”

“And the last one?”

“Ava Starr, The Ghost.”

“Cool name.”

“You said that about my name.”

“Well, I was lying then; that, and you didn’t like it.”

He looked at you from the mirror on the bike, you were a kind soul. He always admired that. You were traumatised and sarcastic, but deeply kind to others.

Just not yourself.

You made it. He held out his hand, and you placed a grenade launcher into it. He fired it, and you both rode through the smoke.

You leant to the side, “you got a plan?” he asked.

“Trust me?” 

He nodded: of course, he did, he just sometimes wasn’t great at showing it.

You zoomed off, carrying some bombs with you. You placed each of them on the trucks. 

All but one went off –

“Oh for fu–”

He fired his launcher at it, it did the job – doubly so when the grenade you had planted went off as well.

“It’s alright,” he said, “you’ll get them next time.”

You won’t, he had to clean up for you.

“You wanna do this one?” Bucky asked, holding out the last one.

He still trusted you.

You hesitated before taking it and zooming off once again.

It worked. The limousine flipped.

You just hoped Yelena survived.

She did. They all had. Even her dad.

You had read up on her ages ago, Bucky had given you her files.

You wanted to know about the friend who saved you.

She didn’t look too different, sans the blue eyeliner.

“You did good,” Bucky said. He’d said it before, but this time he sounded different. 

He doesn’t believe it.

“I mean it.”

You just hummed, looking back at the group of misfits.

Bucky called you kind, your therapist called you someone who got attached too quickly.

Maybe it was why, as everyone started to wake up, you hugged Yelena.

What? You only had two friends.

“(Your name)?” she asked, blinking a few times.

“Hi,” you said, backing away.

She smiled, “it’s good to see you again. Even if the circumstances aren’t great. You did blow up our car.”

You smiled, looking from friend to friend.

You felt good. You felt worth something. Not discarded.

You had helped.

Even your brain didn’t retort to that.

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“That car was priceless,” her father said.

“Sorry…” you apologised.

“Never apologise, little America,” he said, “your technique was flawless.”

“Uh…”

“That’s Alexei,” Bucky said, “Yelena’s father.”

You waved, he nodded.

You listened to your father’s proposed plan: Impeach Valentina.

“That’s why you’ll go with (Your name) and –”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa –” You shot up, finger waving, “uh-uh.”

You had shifted back quickly.

Bucky sighed, turning back to you.

“So, I told you all that about where my mum sold me too and tell you this and the first thing you think about is impeaching Valentina?”

“She’s a threat.”

“So were - are - we!”

“So we are –”

“Don’t fucking correct me!” he flinched at your words. They had affected him.

“Don’t. Talk.” He didn’t open his mouth. Your powers had worked again.

“They care about this Bob dude, ok? Valentina hurt him. What was it you said to me once?”

He didn’t talk.

“Say it!” your voice had a deep rumble to it.

“That you don’t let those who can’t defend themselves get hurt.”

“Exactly,” you pointed at them, “we’re the best shot he’s got, ok? We go there, we find him and we stop Valentina.”

He agreed. Alexei cheered.

Your ragtag team was born.

You sat in the back of the van with Yelena, Ava and John. 

It was a battered truck, with small little holes in it. You looked out of one, seeing an old friend: The Butterfly from before.

“What’s the weirdo looking at?” John asked.

“Knock it off,” Ava warned.

“What is it?” Yelena asked, looking at you.

“It’s a butterfly,” you answered.

She turned, finding a hole to look out of with you.

“It’s very pretty.”

You smiled, “it’s a reminder of what we’re fighting for in this capitalistic hellscape of ours.”

“Sounds a bit commie to me.”

You spun round to John, “Why? You do know that like, not liking capitalism isn’t a hot fucking idea, right? You gonna go all-new Captain America, gonna crush my head in with your shield as well?”

“What, no. How do you even –”

“I live with Bucky, we’re friends. He told me.”

“What are you? Twelve?” 

“Seventeen.”

“Seventeen, and looking at butterflies still.”

“God forbid someone has a hobby, John.” Ava said.

“Look – all I’m saying is, you don’t like my helmet, but you don’t mind them looking at butterflies.”

“How are those two things related?”

“They – they aren’t. I just – I just want someone to like my helmet.”

You hated that you felt yourself tear up a small amount.

Yelena put a hand on your shoulder, “Ignore him.”

“No, it’s fine,” you said, rubbing your eyes, “I’m used to people like him. Besides, he’s right –”

“No,” both Ava and Yelena said.

“World we live in, we just fight to get ourselves through it, until we die,” you looked at him, eyes still glassy, “Thank you for reminding me of that.” You were sincere.

John loathed that you were sincere with your thanks. He didn’t mean to accidentally dig. From the look in your eyes, you didn’t mean to throw it so harshly back at him, either.

You’re not kind, you're nasty and cruel. You deserved what happened to you. You hurt him. Look, look at him. Damaged but not broken. Then there’s you, you cu–

“That’s – that’s not what I –” 

The truck smashed through the wall before he could finish.

You were brutal with your fighting: Just like you were told. 

Bucky and you even made a team.

Hell, you did with everyone: John launched you up with his shield, Yelena and you went back to back, you flung one person up and Ava appeared to slam them into the ground, and you threw someone at Alexei for him to hook. 

You made it up to Valentina after being invited.

“Oh, you,” she said, looking at you in disgust, “I thought I got rid of you a long time ago.”

“Oops.”

“You know,” Valentina said, walking towards you. Yelena took a step forward, Valentina didn’t clock her as she leant down close to you, “When your mother left you in my…care –”

“Don’t believe her, (your name),” John said.

Bucky went forward, but Alexei put a hand on his shoulder. He shook his head: Trust your child.

“She only asked that your name get changed. The rest of it could do what I wanted with you. She took the money and left.”

Ava went to use her ability.

“Uh-uh,” Valentina said, “look, whatever weird protection squad you’ve assembled here for little old (nickname), when - truthfully - I thought you were here for Bob, is all very cute and all. But, guys, let’s not forget here, I’m the one with all the cards on the table.”

She looked to Yelena, “You really do just pick up strays, don’t you,” she cocked her head to the side, “Bob, the little brother; (your name) the little sib. God, you learnt how to do that from Nat, didn’t you.”

Yelena pursed her lips at the words.

Valentina wasn’t digging her grave further, she was just digging the knife deeper into you all.

Bob appeared, in an outfit with his hair slicked back.

“I heard it all,” he proclaimed, “you’ve replaced me already.”

“Bob, no –” Yelena tried to dissuade her friend, but Valentina spoke before she could finish.

“They did, that’s right,” she said, putting a hand on his chest in what you hoped was meant to be a maternal gesture, “they’re criminals, Bob. It’s what they do: They lie, they cheat, they betray.”

You fought for your lives. You were the last one standing.

Bob picked you up by your throat. He looked to Yelena, “So this is who you’re replacing me with.”

“Bob, (brother), no. No, I didn’t –”

He looked at you, “I’ve seen that look before, that want to die. I can do that for you.”

“Let them run,” Valentina ordered.

You barely remembered getting outside. 

Yelena was tearing into everyone. You were out of your mind doing this, even attempting it.

She then turned to you, “and you…you deserve so much better, (your name). Better than us –”

“Hey –”

“No, Bucky, look,” Yelena pointed at you, “look at them. They’re a mess. They deserve stability.”

“I know!” Bucky lost control for a second. Yelena backed away. He put his hands up in an apology, taking a step back, “I know,” he said in a softer tone.

Bucky turned towards you, reaching an arm out, “What did he –”

“Fuck off.”

“Language,” the three males said.

“Don’t act all parental to me now Bucky, just because we got our arses kicked.”

“Where’s this coming from –”

“You,” you pushed him, “what was it, huh? ‘Sometimes wonder why I took you in if all you're gonna do is talk shit.’? Or, or was it ‘Kid may be 'weak'’?”

“I also said you don’t go after them.”

“Doesn’t matter,” you spat, “you agreed with her.”

“Who says that about their own child?!” Alexei was angered on your behalf.

“A tired dad who didn't mean it,” Bucky defended.

“Oh no,” you pointed a finger in his face, “you said it. Own it.” 

“Own it! You shouted, but this time you didn’t use your power.

“I did – I did say those things…and I can’t excuse them.”

There was a pause. Before:

“If I - if I can have a go.”

“Sure, John, join happy hour.”

“Oh, fuck you, Bucky,” John then softened his tone as he looked at you, “Look, I screwed up with my kid, alright? I was a lousy dad,” he waited to be made a punchline; when no one did, he continued, “I’d do anything to take it back. But, I’d burn the whole world down just to see my kid and wife again and try and pick up the pieces.

It might be too late for me, I don’t think it is for you guys.”

You and Bucky just looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

“Sometimes it is for some,” was what Yelena said, looking at Alexei before walking away. Alexei followed.

You looked to Ava, “So, what are you going to do now?” 

She let out a breath, “to be honest, I don’t entirely know. I guess, do what I’m best at: run.”

“You?” she asked.

You lifted your arms before letting them hit your sides. You were burnt out, at this point.

Why did you think you could do this? Help? Look at how that’s gone.

Screams, you heard screams next.

People were disappearing.

Someone was in the sky…Bob.

You moved without thinking. Instinct took over.

You helped zip someone out of the way. You were thanked. 

You were thanked a few more times, and someone even shook your hand when in relative safety.

Together, you all lifted a wall. 

You were cheered.

Maybe you weren’t complete fuck ups after all.

Yelena stood at the edge of darkness…she walked into it.

Alexei broke down.

You all took cover, John comforting Alexei as he wept.

You looked out at the darkness.

You felt a pull to it.

It was calling to you and –

A hand went on your shoulder. A metallic one.

“If you’re going into it to help her,” he said, “I’m going with you.”

You looked from him to Bob in the sky, to the darkness engulfing New York.

“I don’t fucking care for New York,” you said, starting to walk, “but I ain’t leaving Yelena to fend for herself.”

“We’re coming too,” Ava said.

“If there is even a chance that my Yelena is alive in there,” Alexei said, choked, “then I will fight with all I have.” 

So, as a united front, you ran into it…

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“Dad,” you called out, looking around.

You were alone in a void.

Then, you heard voices, “Just, change their name. Pull whatever strings you need,” your mother said to Valentina. You were shaking in the corner of a room.

“Done and done,” Valentina said, shaking her hand, “take her out.”

You learnt that she meant that in two ways when you saw your mother be escorted out, and then when you heard a gunshot ring out.

Valentina crouched by your younger self, “Now, what are we going to call you?”

Valentina, or your mind's version of…well, it wasn’t a warped version, but still, looked up at the real you: “You shouldn’t have made it. But, to be honest, I’m kind of glad you did. Bob would likely have been harder to turn on them if you weren’t here.”

You shut your eyes, trying not to well up.

“Oh,” Valentina cooed, “You gonna cry? Is your…protection squad not here to help you anymore?” 

“You’re not real…”

“Oh, honey, no I’m not. But, I must have fucked you up badly to even be here in the first place and talking to the real you. To be honest, I forgot you as soon as I left. Figured that the trash would just take itself out.

“Oh well, adjustments and all –”

“You grabbed her throat, slamming her into the wall.

“There it is. There they are. There’s the monster I wanted.”

“You’re not real.”

“We’ve established that.”

You took your hands off of her throat. You looked around. It was this void that was showing you this. 

You shut your eyes and took some deep breaths. 

You heard a flutter. Opening them, you saw the butterfly again.

It landed on your hand.

“Show me the way, buddy,” you whispered to it.

When it left your hand, the scene shifted.

You were in the apartment that you shared with Bucky, your home. The only place you have felt safe in.

Bucky rushed you, “You were the runt. You ruined me! All you had to do, was keep your mouth shut, and I wouldn’t have had to be re-elected!”

You were being choked on the table. 

Even without his metal arm, he was strong.

You could feel your vision fading when –

“Get. Off!” He was whacked across the room.

…Bucky? Appeared in your vision again.

“Hey. Hey, it’s me, buddy. It’s me,” he rushed out the words, helping you sit up as you caught your breath back.

“How the – how the hell are you here?” You coughed.

“Dad power.”

You chuckled, being down to only small coughs now, “You’re weird.”

“I’m also sorry,” he said, hand on your shoulder, “I didn’t mean for the broken mind comment to come across how it did.”

You waved it off, “No, I’m serious, (your name). It hurt you, it matters.”

You nodded, he meant it.

“Talk about it later? I promise.”

He nodded, he could do that.

You made your way to Bob and Yelena, helping them not get hit by the debris.

Yelena nodded to you, you nodded back.

She then took Bob’s hands, promising that they were there and made him take them to the darkest parts.

He did, he trusted you.

John punched his dad, not using his nickname of ‘Bobby’ anymore. 

Bucky punched the high version of Bob before you all moved through the cellar door.

There, you were in a lab. Yelena recognised it.

There he stood: The void. The part of Bob that internalised all the self-hatred.

It moved on you, pinning you all and splitting the ground to create more distance.

Bob declared himself not alone, running and tackling this part of him, throwing punches.

It wasn’t working. It was doing the opposite.

Yelena got out first, using her acrobatics to reach him. She didn’t do any fancy moves, she just hugged him.

John was next. 

Bucky looked at you, “You go, I’ll be right behind you. I promise.”

He pushed your rubble enough to let you get out.

You started running, about to zip when the ground shuddered and you stumbled. 

Ava grabbed you, “I’ve got you!” 

You zipped the pair of you to Bob, holding him in the hug.

“We have you,” you said. Given how he cried out, your voice and power had reached him.

Alexei and Bucky then joined, and together you pulled him out of his spiral and back to New York.

You and Yelena stayed with him. Yelena reached over, hand going into yours.

You squeezed.

Her newly found siblings were ok. 

Attached quickly? Sure, but sometimes love worked like that. She cared.

Alexei offered a hand, you took it and were hoisted up.

“I am glad you are ok, little American. Where is Big American?”

“Present,” Bucky said.

“Ah,” Alexei put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, then yours, “you seem to have mended your problem?”

You looked at each other, “we’re getting there.”

“Progress is good, my friends!” He cheered, bringing you both into a bone-crushing hug. You didn’t mind it, though, hugging him back.

“Now,” he put you both down, “what say you, we deal with Valentina?”

It didn’t work out like that. 

Instead, you now owned her.

The New Avengers were born.

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You were all broken people. Dented by the world and internalised it the wrong way. You knew that, but you couldn’t help when your brain spiralled.

You were all just existing after a mission, and you found yourself on the sofa, lying on it and looking at the ceiling.

You hated it, you thought after this journey you would be complete. Why weren’t you –

“Hey,” Yelena said as she crouched near you, “bad brain day?” 

You looked at her, nodding.

She smiled sympathetically, she kissed your head, “Silly brain.”

Bob entered the room, then, “Hey,” he was still unsure, but powered through, “I did most of the dishes,” you smiled at your friend, “but, I left some things…if you wanted to do them.”

Ah, so he knew.

You got up silently, walked over to your friend, and hugged him.

He hugged you back.

You nodded to each other, “proud of you,” you said to him, giving his arms a squeeze.

He squeezed back, “proud of you, too.”

It had been a mantra for you both.

You went to the kitchen, finding a few glasses left and Bucky’s arm.

You did the first few dishes fine, then found your way to the arm.

“Ah, was wondering where you were,” Bucky said, coming up to you and putting a hand on your back, “Yelena told me that today was a cloudy head day?” 

You nodded, not having the energy for words.

“That’s alright,” he assured. 

Then he looked at his arm, “You’re doing a great job.”

You hummed.

“You know,” he said, leaning against the counter, “when Yelena told me about keeping you, I wasn’t sure if I could do it. If I could be what you…needed.”

You looked to him, continuing your cleaning duties.

“But,” he continued, “I think…maybe it’s the other way around. Maybe I needed you. Something to fight for, rather than just an abstract concept of good. I was so scared I’d screw it up, and I have don’t get me wrong. 

“But…I’m never going to stop trying to be the parent you deserve. I’m even asking Alexei and - god help me - John.”

You silently chuckled. He smiled.

“I’m proud of you, on the good and bad days. I’m here for all of them.”

You held his arm to him. He picked it up and put it on.

He then kissed your hair.

You looked out the window.

You took in a breath. 

One day at a time.

[starktonyx]

Alone in this shitty world (Bucky Barnes x Reader x John Walker)

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Description: After Yelena’s sudden outburst, the group scatters around the streets of New York. And, as if this wasn’t already the weirdest day of your life, you find yourself reaching to comfort the last person you ever thought you'd feel sorry for, John Walker. And Bucky is as confused as you are.

Content warnings: Supersoldier!reader, John Walker being a bitch as usual, protective boyfriend Bucky, mental health talk, hurt/comfort.

Note: After watching Walker’s storyline in this movie I felt like I needed to write some hurt/comfort with him. Enjoy!

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"So, what kind of super serum you both get?" Alexei's thick accent cuts through the silence.

You were sharing the front cabin of a stolen truck, Bucky behind the wheel, you in the middle, and Alexei by the window. He'd already declared the ride to Valentina's location a 'super soldier party', clearly over the moon about the whole thing.

"I ... uh don't know. Regular? Hydra" Bucky is the first to answer, quickly brushing off what he considered to be an irrelevant topic. Alexei on the other hand, reacted like it was the only thing he'd been wanting to know the whole time.

"Hydra! Ohh, fancy" Alexei grinned wide, Bucky just huffed at his excitement. "I got something mixed, still good, still powerful" he puffed his chest a little. "And you, pretty one, what is your serum ah?"

"Uh ... mine was Shield's. It was developed from Steve's dna" You reply. Alexei's face lights up with more amazement. 

"Ayy Shield! Straight from captain Rogers. She gets the premium brand, ah winter soldier?" He speaks to Bucky like he was breaking news, the latter just nodded absentmindedly.

"A super soldier couple, ha! what are the odds? you two lovely creatures made for each other, strong, beautiful and dangerous. Like spy movie" his laugh booms through the cabin as he pats a heavy hand on Bucky's shoulder.

Bucky pretends to ignore him, eyes still on the road, but his smirk was undeniable.

You just gave Alexie an amused smile, then gently squeezed Bucky's hand resting on the wheel. Without hesitation, he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on it without taking his eyes off the road. Alexei just watched with a knowing grin.

Bucky kept driving in silence, enjoying the calm before of the storm, because once you found Valentina, and her new shiny creation, at the former avengers tower, all hell broke loose.

God, how you missed being back in that truck.

Now, you were limping away from the tower where Bob– or Sentry now, whatever the hell Valentina was calling him now, had beaten the living shit out of all you. Your thoughts were cut short when you noticed Yelena snapping at everyone.

"What, it's my turn now?" Walker asked defensively, his tone only adding fuel to Yelena's anger.

"Oh no, you already know you're a piece of shit. And your family knows too" Yelena shots back without missing a beat.

"Wow" he muttered, his eyes dropping to the bent shield in his hands. He didn't argue to that, he didn’t know how to.

"Yelena, you're not alone in this–" you started, but she cut you off before you could finish.

"You shut up! We're all alone in this shitty world, you only say that cause you have Bucky" She cries out, her finger pointed at you like a dagger.

You didn't fight back to her, you knew she wasn't lashing out at you, not really. Maybe it was the pressure, maybe it was the just the fear taking over her.

Bucky turned to you, curious about your reaction, but your small smile was enough to say 'I'm okay'. She wasn't wrong, after all.

Then your gaze drifted to John, when you noticed from the corner of your eye his posture had shifted. It wasn't only anger you saw in him, it was something heavier. Something that stuck with you longer than it should've.

Normally you would just ignore Walker, silence had always been your preferred way to keep your sanity intact around him. But this time you couldn't help it, you kept your eyes on him a little bit longer.

And you saw it.

The way mentioning his family made his entire demeanor shift. The same reaction you saw the first time Bucky brought them up. And now Yelena had rubbed it in, like salt in an open wound.

You couldn't believe it, and would probably never admit it out loud, but you felt something for John Walker.

Pity.

The next thing you knew, the group had scattered, everyone going in different directions after Yelena's outburst.

And without really thinking, with Bucky walking by your side, you walked towards the same direction Walker had taken. You didn't exactly know why, but you felt like you needed to say something to him.

"This is a mess, doll" Bucky sighs, eyes scanning around like he would find an answer in the clueless people walking by. "I didn't think I'd come to this, but I think I should call Sam"

"Uh huh. Sure, let's call Sam. He can totally take down Sentry" Your tone was half sarcastic half distracted, as your gaze darted around trying to find John, who had walked fast enough to get lost in the busy streets of New York.

"I think he might know something– wait, are you okay, doll? What are you looking for?" Bucky stopped walking, but you didn't, giving him no choice but to catch up.

"Huh?" You ask, barely registering the question.

And then you spotted it, a flash of black and red cutting through the crowd, stomping rather than walking.

"There he is!" Your voice lit up, picking up your pace to reach your target. "Walker!" You shouted his name, loud and clear. No way he didn't hear you, not with his enhanced hearing. The way he sped up to get further from you confirmed it.

"Okay now, Walker?" Bucky asks, completely baffled. As far as he knew none of you could stand the guy.

"Listen honey" You say softly, weaving between pedestrians "I love you, but it wasn't cool to bring up in front of everyone that his wife took his baby and left him. They're just gonna keep throwing it in his face now"

Bucky shifted slightly, but still defensive. "Yeah well, he doesn't exactly make it easy not to"

"I know" you admitted. "But weirdly enough we're all stuck in this shit show together. We might as well try to work with him" You pause for a second, knowing you could catch up to Walker anytime now. "Just give me a second with him Buck, please babe?" You bat your eyelashes at him.

He gave you a long look, raising an eyebrow, clearly ready to protest. But he knew what you were doing. And you knew he knew.

"Alright" he grunts, rolling his eyes. "I'll be right behind you. With my favorite knife. In case you need me to stab him for you, doll" He flashed you an ironic smile, and you nodded back amused.

You turned back around and quickened your pace, finally catching up to Walker. Bucky kept his promise, a hand resting on his knife holder as he trailed behind you at what he considered a safe distance.

"Walker!" You called again, now standing just behind him.

"For fuck's sake, give me a break!" He came to an abrupt halt, turning around to face you, but still keeping his distance. "What, Y/N?” His harsh tone pulled you straight out of your rush.

"Wow, okay. I didn't really think this through" you admitted, realizing you hadn't actually planned what to say.

"You know what? I'm done. I'm done with everyone making fun of me. I get it, okay? I suck. What's new?" He threw his hands in the air dramatically, bitterly trash-talking himself.

"About what Yelena said—"

"Oh, I heard her just fine. And she's right, isn't she? You're all right. I'm a fucking asshole. That's why my family left, why everyone hates me" He continues letting the anger speak for himself.

But now that you stared at him for a little longer, instead of seeing the prick he portrayed in front of everyone, you could see underneath all that rage, there was something much softer.

Hurt.

So you didn't get defensive, instead, you speak softly to him.

"That's not true, John"

He froze. Taken aback by the fact that you've never called him by his first name before.

"Really? Be fucking honest with me" His voice cracked just slightly. "Cause everyone's made it pretty damn clear"

"We don't hate you" you said carefully. "You're just... hard to be around sometimes" You explain, his brows lifted at your honesty. "Look, I'm not trying anything here. I just want to talk, okay?. That's all"

He looks around, hesitant at first, but decides to drops his guard. He rolls his eyes before taking a step closer to you, never admitting he was curious about what you had to say. You pretend to not notice the sheen in his eyes once he's close to you.

He looks behind you, catching a sight of Bucky in the distance, arms on his hips, watching your interaction like a hawk.

"Don't worry about him, he's keeping watch" you brush it off, slightly amused.

And after a deep breath, you start. 

"So, you know how the serum works, right? It …enhances everything"

He gave a faint nod, prompting you to continue.

"It can make the good parts of you better, but it can also make the worst parts unbearable" you continue, letting memories you had buried down a long time ago, come to the surface. " When I first lost Bucky and Steve, back in the 40's, I was completely consumed by grief, by this ...” You pause for a second, searching for the right word. “Emptiness” you continued.

“They were all I had back then, and suddenly all my days just went by, all alone. Until one day Peggy Carter contacted me, offering me a spot on a super serum program. She said it was developed from the last blood sample taken of Steve” That seemed to finally peak his interest.

“It was quite experimental but I didn't mind, I had nothing left to lose. So I said yes, because I felt like that was my way to honor them, but deep down, I just wanted to be strong enough to destroy Hydra myself." You let out a bitter breath.

"As you can imagine, I was in no condition to take the serum. But once I did? that emptiness only grew louder. I lost control. I let all my pain out on the battlefield, told myself it was for the greater good. But really, I just wanted to hurt the world as much as it had hurt me" You confess to him, not being able to make eye contact. He didn't mind, he just listened attentively, finding he related to you in more ways than he could have ever imagined. "It went on like that for a long time, and I thought I would never stop feeling that anger. And then one day, the loss felt lighter, the emptiness began to fade away. That's when I finally stared seeing things clearer" You finally lift your gaze to meet his eyes through your glassy ones.

"That anger you feel inside you? It's real, it's the serum turning the volume up on your worst pain, but it's not everything you will ever be" You explain, and now it's his turn to drop his gaze to the floor. "I know what it feels like to drown in that, I know how hard it is to climb out of it, but trust me, it will fade eventually. I got Bucky back. I got my miracle. Maybe you'll get yours one day"

He bitterly chuckles.

"It doesn't feel that way. I'm just ... too messed up" He mumbles, and you shake your head.

"Look around, Walker. Every one of us is messed up too" you chuckle ironically, gesturing vaguely behind you. "We're all running on red numbers here. The only difference is, our worst mistakes weren't, you know... broadcasted to the whole world" You carefully admit, remembering his public incident back in Latvia.

You paused, then added softly. "I'm sorry yours were"

He didn't say anything right away, just blinked a few times, processing everything you told him.

"Thank you" It came out quiet, but it was honest.

It was is the kindest someone had treated him since the day his wife left.

"You know, it's never too late to start over with us" You admit, referring to the new dysfunctional group you had accidentally became a part of. “So, are you? with us?" You question.

He lingers for a second, before he gives you a small nod. He didn't have to say much, you could see how much your words meant to him by the way he looked at you. It was different than before.

You patted his shoulder gently and nod happily, before turning to head back to Bucky.

Walker notices Bucky's face shift into a smile the second he saw you coming. And just before you were too far away, you hear his voice once again.

"You know... I can see why he's so protective of you. He's lucky to share this shitty world with you" He grants, hinting back at what Yelena said earlier.  A smile tugs at your lips.

Before you could turn around to respond, a sudden explosion cracked through the air, followed by pedestrian’s screams. Chaos erupted in the streets as people began running in every direction.

You barely had time to process it before you caught the sound of something heavy crashing down, a huge chunk of concrete, straight above you.

In less than a second, two super soldiers blocked the blow, Walker with his dented shield raised above you and Bucky with his vibranium arm braced against the falling debris that shattered around them.

Even though you were as much of a super soldier as he was, Bucky still protected you like you were made of glass.

"Are you okay, doll?" he asked immediately. His hands swiftly dusting away little rests of concrete off your suit, eyes scanning your body for any injuries.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Walker doing the same, he was more subtle, but still watching you closely, making sure you weren't hurt.

"Yes. Thank you. Both of you." You nodded quickly, still catching your breath.

Bucky gave a short nod in Walker's direction, a silent acknowledgment.

Then your eyes lifted, and your heart dropped.

"Oh my god" You exclaimed, horrified at the sight. The people who had been running were now vanishing. One by one, melted into silhouettes.

You looked back to Walker, desperation setting in.

"You're with us, right?" You ask one more time.

This time, his nod came without hesitation.

"Great" you said, turning now towards Bucky. He nodded firmly, ready to jump into action. "Let's go"

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[romanoffshouse]

POV: Your camera roll if you're a part of the Thunderbolts*

Part 1

[scarletmika]

I Just Feel You : ̗̀➛ Robert "Bob" Reynolds x Reader

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/Sentry x Empath!Reader

Summary: Bob Reynolds was broken, and he knew that, but he was trying. He was trying to be better, to control himself. But like Stitch had said: broken, but still good. You were beginning to make Bob believe that he was, in fact, still good.

Warnings: fluff, maybe a TINY bit of angst but not really, idiots in love with some pining, SPOILERS I guess for Thunderbolts*, talk of mental illness and drugs, tiny bit OOC Bob

Word Count: 2,603 words

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“The uh, the glowing doesn’t, like…hurt, does it?”

“Your eyes glow, and it doesn’t hurt you, right? It’s the same thing with my powers,”

Bob was mesmerized as you sat beside him in his bedroom, the soft green glow that seemed to envelop your hands as the feeling in the room changed. It had been a low day for him, his insecurities seeming to catch up with him after a failed training session with Walker and Bucky, and he’d retreated into his room to attempt the meditation tactics you’d been teaching him. But then, you’d walked in behind him, and the aura of pure tranquility and peace that poured off of you engulfed him, and suddenly his low day wasn’t so bad anymore.

The team hadn’t known what you had been capable of, at least not at first. You were skilled with the twin daggers tied to your utility belt, and a decent enough shot when you got your hands on a gun, two things they’d learned quickly down in Valentina’s vault. The sudden addition of Bob, along with Valentina locking them into what they’d quickly learned was an incinerator, had only heightened the anxious feelings in the room as the shouting commenced again between the mercenaries sent to their doom.

“Everyone relax!” you’d suddenly called out, a wave of energy almost washing the room in a soft green for a second. They’d watched your body stumble slightly before you shook your head. “We’re on the clock, we have to work together if we’re getting out of here.”

None of them knew you, so why were they listening to you? It was almost as if the second you’d told them to relax, they were hit with a wave of peace, and they were quickly working together to get out of the vault.

An empath, they’d quickly learned, when you’d torn Bob and Walker apart and taken the former to the side, seemingly having a way of calming him down within moments. Walker had read about another empath in SHIELD files Valentina had managed to get her hands on, an alien woman of some kind that had helped fight off Thanos. Other than her, none of them had ever encountered an empath before.

They quickly caught on that there was no lying to you about how they were feeling, because their emotions radiated off them in waves that you could constantly feel. Yelena’s sadness, John’s guilt, Ava’s desire for a family, the pain that Bucky and Alexei tried so hard to hide, you felt it all, all the time.

That’s why, as Yelena had dug herself out of containment within the Void, she’d stopped to tug you out from under the shelf lying on top of you, pushing you forward toward Bob as he battled with his inner demons, running directly behind you.

You’d paid no mind to Yelena hugging Bob opposite of you, or the rest of the rag-tag team you’d assembled trying to tug him back. You simply clung to him, turning to rest his forehead against your own, hand on his cheek glowing a soft green color as you whispered to him over and over again.

I’m here. I’m not going anywhere…I’ll never leave you. I’m here, Bob.

So, based on what they’d already seen and known, it was no surprise to anyone on The New Avengers that you both gravitated to one another day in and day out.

“It’s just pretty to look at,” Bob had mumbled, still watching your hands that now lay in your lap. He lay on his bed, head resting against one of his many worn-in pillows, just watching you from where you sat cross-legged in front of him. “Make me feel something.”

You’d quirked an eyebrow at his request, before reaching forward and laying your hand on his arm. His tranquil demeanor invaded your senses, a stark contrast to how he’d been when you’d first gotten to his room hours before, and you thought back on Alexei’s story the night before about somehow getting to drive Chris Rock around Washington D.C. months before. You pushed the feeling of every laugh you’d all shared that night into that demeanor that felt so much like Bob, imbuing him with the feeling of that night.

A smile stretched across your face the second you’d heard his laughter begin, unable to tear your eyes away. Happiness suited Bob, you’d known that from the moment you’d joked with him outside the vault, seeing a peak of his smile for the first time. He deserved to feel like this all the time: light, happy, free.

“Thank you,” Bob could feel the flush cross his face as his laughter subsided, stumbling over his words for a moment. “For uh- you know, being here. With me.”

You’d simply smiled back at him, lying down beside him on his bed. Bob shifted to his side so he could look at you, and no matter how many times you’d both lain here talking in the past, it still made his heart race to know you trusted him enough to be here in such a vulnerable position with him.

“You don’t have to thank me. We’ll always be here if you need us,”

“Yeah, but uh, you don’t treat me like a child. Unlike most of them,” Bob had mumbled.

It was a harsh reality, but not incorrect, and Bob knew that you knew it. Bucky managed to treat him like a ticking time bomb around every corner, but given the explanation he’d gotten about New York and what he’d done, and the moments that had slowly come back to him, he didn’t blame him. John, Ava, and Alexei were the worst about it, talking down to him like a child, as if he weren’t a grown man capable of making his own decisions and needed to be babysat twenty-four seven.

Yelena tried not to baby him, but she had her moments still. She constantly had a way of asking if he was okay, no matter the situation, and sometimes it had Bob on the verge of snapping. If he wanted to talk about it, he would, he didn’t need to be babysat.

It was one of the best things about you. You never asked if he was okay, simply just sat with him. You talked to him like you did the rest of the team, you let him come to you with his problems. He’d overheard Walker once say to you that you were the “best means of controlling” him, that you could simply imbue him with any feeling you wanted.

Of course, you’d kicked Walker so hard in the shins for that comment that his skin had broken open and needed to be stitched up. In your eyes, Bob was a person, and you refused to ever manipulate him in any way, shape, or form. It’s what made it so easy for him to fall in love with you.

“You know they mean well,” you’d tried to reassure him. “Yeah, they have their…quirks about it, and maybe they don’t always go about it in the best way. But they do care.”

“Not- not like you do,” Bob shook his head, embarrassed to look at you as his gaze drifted across the room to his bookshelf, the one you’d helped personally curate for him with hundreds of books he’d come to adore. “No, you don’t treat me like- like I’m broken. I am, but at least you don’t treat me like I am.”

“Bob, you’re-”

“Don’t say I’m not-”

“You might be broken, but you’re still good,” the smile on your face slowly morphed into a smirk. “That’s from this Disney movie-”

“I grew up in Florida, I’ve seen Lilo and Stitch. I might’ve been addicted to meth but uh- it didn’t entirely screw up my memory,”

The shared laughter between you both died down as there was a shift in Bob’s aura, and it washed over you in another wave of emotion.

It wasn’t the first time you’d felt it, the affection pouring off of him and in your direction. It was always there, growing, and almost always buried beneath his everyday feelings. But in moments like this, it was the most prominent feeling radiating off of him, and it did nothing to stop the flush that covered your own cheeks.

Bob simply watched as your hand found his cheek, layin lightly ontop of his skin as you looked at him.

“That little blue alien has a point. We’re all a little broken, Bob, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t good, or can’t become good. Broken isn’t bad, you just have to put the pieces back together,”

Bob couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, until the feeling that seemed to be flooding off of you and seeping into his very skin and being washed over him. He closed his eyes for just a moment, humming to himself at the feeling as his flush persisted over his skin.

“I- I don’t know what you’re making me feel right now, but it’s…it’s nice,”

“I’m not making you feel anything,” his eyes shot open, to see you still simply looking at him with that tiny grin, thumb still running over the skin of his cheek. “It’s…it’s just me.”

“...I just feel you?”

“Just me,” you took your hand away, not missing the way he chased after the feeling. You held it between you, showing the soft glow around you. “I’d never force you to feel something, not unless you asked. What you’re feeling it’s just all of my emotions mixed together. It’s just…me.”

“I…I like feeling that,”

“I know you do,” your grin became a smirk again as you leaned your head closer to him. “I think you forget, I can feel your feelings…all of them.”

Bob’s grin dropped for a moment as the weight of your comment settled on him. His feelings, loud and begging to burst out of him, were clear as day to you. Of course you knew, but you weren’t making fun of him, you were simply watching him as if you were waiting for him to finally admit it all.

“Can- can I kiss you?”

You didn’t answer with words, you answered with a simple kiss pressed to his lips. Bob responded fairly quickly after a moment, the feeling that he now knew was simply just you washing over him, as you reached out to hold you close to him, completely wrapped up in everything that was you.

Moving from the intimate friendship you’d shared to the now intimate romantic relationship between you and Bob hadn’t come as a shock to anyone, least of all to the pair of you. It was the softest of relationships, the softest of moments shared between you both. Bob always had his up days and his down days, but you were always at his side, allowing him to navigate his life as he chose to navigate it.

The team had been sent out on a mission that didn’t require everyone, and you and Bob had been volunteered to stay back. Neither of you cared much. After Walker had almost sent Bob spiraling in training the other day, a day to decompress was truly needed.

Bob found himself sitting on the common room couch, watching a random movie that he’d had on his list to watch for a while now, playing. You were lying across the rest of the couch, head resting in his lap as you watched along with him, sitting in a comfortable silence together.

One of Bob’s hands was in both of yours, your fingers dancing across his own, tracing the lines down his palms. His eyes flicked down to you every few moments, the smile on his face permanently etched there every time he looked at you.

“What’s your favorite flower?”

Bob paused, eyebrows furrowed as he glanced down at you, but your eyes were still locked onto his hand.

“Uh…an orange blossom. It was- it was my mom’s favorite flower. It’s the state flower of Florida,”

You’d hummed, before suddenly sitting upright, turning to face him, with one of his hands still sitting between your own. Bob watched you as you contemplated something before looking up at him.

“Do you trust me?” you paused for a moment before continuing. “There’s this thing I can do…I’ve only ever done it once, but…I had an idea.”

“I…I trust you,”

His hand laid in yours, palm up, as you closed your eyes. A single finger pointed down to his skin as Bob watched, that familiar green glow emitting as you began to trace over his palm.

There was the smallest of tingles at the feelings, of the tip of your finger and point of your nail tracing around on his palm. The moment you stopped and opened your eyes, you both looked down at his palm.

The smallest outline of a little orange blossom, just big enough to see, etched in that same glowing green on his palm. The light faded, as did the shape itself, molding into his skin.

Bob looked up at you, taking his hand back into his own lap, as you watched him.

“Pretend I’m not here, that I’m not in the room. You’re alone in your room…now think about it, the little flower,”

Bob did just as you instructed, closing his eyes and focusing his thoughts on that little flower. It didn’t take long until that tingle feeling returned to his skin, and he felt a wave of emotions rush over him.

Your quiet contentment, that same feeling you gave off every night as you read yet another book at one of your bedroom windows overlooking the skyline of New York. That hint of anxiety, the one that the team only noticed on missions in the most tense of moments. The overwhelming feeling of affection, adoration, and love that was directed straight at him and only him. Bob opened his eyes, tears threatening to fall as he looked back at you, at the nervous look on your face as you waited.

“I…I just feel you,”

“It’s called an imprint, an emotional imprint,” you explained gently as Bob looked back down at his hand, at the flower that was fading in glow once again. “I’ve done it once before, just never…on someone. I wasn’t sure it would work. I can imbue it with emotion, so say you want to feel warm and content under a blanket, I can place an imprint on it so that that’s what you feel the second you’re under it.”

Bob was watching you in pure amazement, flexing his hand.

“Why give me this?”

“So that you know that, even if I’m not with you,” you took a deep breath, a nervous smile still dancing on your lips. “I’m always with you. I could be halfway across the world, and I’m still always with you. So that you know…you’re never alone. If you need me, I’ll be there.”

There really weren’t words to say for the way you considered Bob’s feelings at every turn. The way you somehow managed to give him the space he needed to fix his own life, while also holding his hand through it.

In a rare moment of confidence, Bob reached forward and tugged you into a soft, sweet, loving kiss. A kiss where he knew you’d feel the way his affection and adoration shift: straight into love.

You did feel it. He never had to say it. A silent confession was all that was needed between the two of you in the dim lighting of the Watchtower’s common room.

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𝖸𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖺 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖺 || 𝖡𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖡𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌 || 𝖠𝗅𝖾𝗑𝖾𝗂 || 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝖶𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖡𝗈𝖻 𝖱𝖾𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 / 𝖲𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒 / 𝖵𝗈𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌

↳ 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖣𝖺𝖽'𝗌 (𝗆𝗈𝗆)

A/n: I know Yelena is an asexual , so don't get on my ass. ( Female Reader )

❥:Yelena Belova as a Girl Mom

Yelena never thought she’d be a mother, but the moment she holds her baby girl in her arms, she’s a goner. Your daughter has soft blonde hair and wide, curious eyes that remind Yelena of herself as a child—before the Red Room stole her innocence.

Yelena is the kind of mom who straps her baby to her chest in a tactical baby carrier, running drills while softly singing Russian lullabies. “You see, little cub, this is how you throw a knife. No, you cannot hold one yet. Maybe when you’re five.”

She’s overly protective, scowling at anyone who dares to glance at her baby girl the wrong way. But at night, when the world is still, Yelena curls up with her daughter, tracing soft circles over her tiny hand, her heart aching with the tenderness she thought she’d lost in the Red Room.

Despite her gruff exterior, she’s surprisingly soft with her and your baby girl. Late at night, when the house is quiet, Yelena sings Russian lullabies, rocking her daughter while pressing kisses to her chubby cheeks.

Yelena smirks when you catch them like that, rolling her eyes. “What? She was crying.” But you know the truth—Yelena’s heart is completely, irrevocably hers.

And when you find them on the couch together, Yelena asleep with their daughter tucked against her chest, a tiny stuffed bear clutched between them, you can’t help but smile. Yelena Belova, the Black Widow, now a soft-hearted girl mom. Who would have thought?

Yelena is fiercely protective of you, her intensity both endearing and overwhelming. She’s the kind of partner who will call every hour when she’s on a mission, her voice a little less steely when she hears yours. “Did you eat? Did you drink water? Did you tell our daughter I love her?”

At home, she’s a different woman—soft, playful, and always finding ways to make you laugh. Yelena’s love language is physical touch. She wraps her arms around you from behind as you make dinner, pressing her cheek to your shoulder while your daughter babbles away in her highchair.

Yelena is not one for grand gestures, but you wake up to sticky notes all over the house with little scribbled hearts and phrases like, “Good job today, mama bear” or “You’re the hottest MILF in Russia.” "Babe we're not in Russia" "still...do not argue with me."

And when you’re exhausted, dealing with a fussy baby and feeling frayed at the edges, Yelena takes over without hesitation, scooping your daughter up and pressing a kiss to your temple. “Go. Take a bath. I got her.” And as you walk away, you hear her singing off-key lullabies in Russian, her voice warm and steady.

❥:Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier as a Girl Dad

Bucky never thought he’d get a second chance at a family. He’s terrified of being a father—especially to a girl. What if he screws her up? What if she’s afraid of him? But the first time his baby girl wraps her tiny hand around his metal finger, Bucky’s world shifts.

She’s his sunshine. Bucky is the kind of dad who will sit on the floor, cradling a doll in his metal arm while their daughter giggles and tries to braid his hair. And when she cries in the middle of the night, Bucky is the one who gets up, shuffling down the hall in sweatpants to rock her back to sleep, murmuring old stories of Brooklyn in the 1940s.

When she gets older, she’s the only one who can melt his stern Winter Soldier exterior. She tugs on his sleeve, and suddenly Bucky is having a tea party with stuffed animals, a frilly pink crown perched atop his head.

You find them both on the living room floor, her sprawled out on Bucky’s chest, both of them fast asleep. And in those moments, you know Bucky has finally found peace.

Bucky is your safe haven. He’s the kind of partner who reads you like a book, noticing every subtle shift in your mood. If you’re tense, he pulls you into his lap, wrapping his metal arm around you, his fingers brushing gentle circles along your back. “Talk to me, doll.”

He’s incredibly tender with you, always mindful of his strength. When you’re holding your daughter, Bucky rests his chin on your shoulder, his nose buried in your hair as he closes his eyes and breathes you in. “Thank you,” he murmurs against your skin. “For giving me this. For giving me both of you.”

He insists on nightly routines—tucking you and your daughter in, even when he’s the one dead tired. And when your little girl is asleep, Bucky curls up behind you, his arm draped protectively over your waist. “You know I love you, right?” he whispers, his lips brushing the back of your neck. “Always.”

❥:Red Guardian as a Girl Dad

Alexei is the loud, boisterous, over-the-top girl dad who insists that their daughter is the “strongest little bear in all of Russia.” From the moment she can walk, he’s trying to teach her how to wrestle, much to your exasperation. “Alexei, she’s two!”

But Alexei is also the kind of dad who gets teary-eyed when his little girl calls him “Papa.” He brags about her to everyone who will listen, even if she just learned how to say “banana.” He makes her tiny weight sets out of soup cans and cheers every time she lifts one. “That’s my little bear! Strong like Papa!”

At night, he tucks her in with dramatic stories of his “glorious Red Guardian days,” his hands making exaggerated gestures as she watches him with wide eyes. And when she finally falls asleep, Alexei stays beside her bed, his giant hand gently stroking her tiny curls as he whispers, “You will be the greatest of us, little bear.”

Alexei is loud, proud, and absolutely infatuated with you. He never stops boasting about you to anyone who will listen. “My woman, the strongest, the most beautiful, the best mama!”

He’s tactile to a fault, always needing to touch you—a hand on your lower back, a kiss pressed to your temple, an arm slung over your shoulders as you carry your daughter on your hip.

When you’re feeling overwhelmed, Alexei insists you rest, practically shoving you onto the couch and wrapping you in a blanket. “Stay. Rest. I will handle it,” he declares, his chest puffed out as he takes your daughter for a walk.

He always know's how to put a smile on your face and your daughters

But the best moments are at night. You find him sitting on the floor with your daughter in his lap, her tiny hands playing with his beard as he softly tells her stories of his “heroic Red Guardian days.” You lean against the doorway, watching the two of them, and Alexei catches your eye, his expression softening. “Come, my love,” he says, patting the floor beside him. “Our family is waiting.”

❥:John Walker as a Girl Dad

John is the overprotective dad who treats their daughter like she’s made of glass. He’s the dad who hovers at the playground, eyes narrowed at any kid who gets too close. “Hey, buddy, you better watch it,” he mutters, despite the fact that the other kid is four.

He's making up for his past mistakes, you two are his world.

But at home, John is a complete softie. He lets his little girl paint his nails a sparkly pink and wears it proudly, even to work. He’s the dad who always brings home a stuffed animal from every mission, his suitcase overflowing with plushies.

When she gets older, he’s the first to volunteer as her coach for every sport, barking out drills like she’s in basic training. But at night, when she has a bad dream, John’s right there, holding her close as he softly sings off-key lullabies, his hand running through her hair. “Daddy’s got you, princess. Always.”

John is a doting yet overprotective partner. He watches you like a hawk, always ready to step in and help, but he also respects your independence, even if it makes him anxious. If you’re carrying the baby and a bag of groceries, he’s already by your side, relieving you of the weight and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I got you.”

At night, he’s the most vulnerable. John rests his head in your lap, letting you run your fingers through his hair as he talks about his fears of not being good enough. “I just… I don’t want to screw this up,” he admits, eyes shining in the low light. “Not with her. Not with you.”

He's terrified he will make the same mistake again, that he'll fuck it up somehow but you always reassure him with a gentle kiss.

He’s also fiercely proud of you. Anytime you do something—whether it’s calming down a tantrum or making dinner—John is there, staring at you with that awed, boyish look in his eyes. “How did I get so lucky?” he mutters, pulling you in for a slow, lingering kiss.

And when he wakes up to find you cradling their sleeping daughter, John stands there for a moment, his chest tight with emotion. “I love you,” he whispers, voice thick. “Both of you.”

❥:Bob Reynolds / Sentry / Void as a Girl Dad

Bob is a man of two extremes—one side a warm, loving father, the other a dangerous, unstable force he prays his daughter never has to see. But when she’s born, her tiny body fitting perfectly against his broad chest, Bob swears he will be the best dad he can be.

When she’s a baby, Bob is the dad who gets up every time she cries, pacing the floor as he rocks her in his arms, his golden aura softly glowing in the dark room. And when she’s older, he’s the dad who builds entire pillow forts that stretch across the living room, pretending to be the Sentry while she plays the fearless knight.

But the Void looms. Sometimes, Bob disappears for days, and when he comes back, his eyes are hollow, his hands shaking. You’re the only one who knows where he’s been, the only one who sees how he collapses in the doorway, whispering, “I don’t want her to see me like this.”

And every time, you gather him in your arms, pressing your forehead to his. “You’re her dad. You’re her hero. And we’ll get through this. Together.”

When their daughter turns five, she brings him a crayon drawing of the Sentry holding her hand, both of them smiling. Bob looks at it for a long time, tears welling in his eyes. “You’re my hero, too, Daddy,” she says, and he pulls her close, holding her like she’s the only light in a world that’s always threatening to go dark

Bob is a man of extremes, but with you, he’s tender, gentle, and desperate to be enough. He’s the kind of partner who leaves love notes everywhere—tucked under your pillow, slipped into your coat pocket, scribbled on a napkin at breakfast. “You are my light,” one reads. “Thank you for staying.”

When the Void claws at him, threatening to drag him down, Bob clings to you like a lifeline, his head buried in your neck as he whispers, “Tell me I’m real. Tell me I’m here.”

You’re his anchor. You’re the one who pulls him back when his mind begins to fracture, holding his face in your hands and pressing your forehead to his. “You’re here, Bob,” you say, voice firm. “You’re with me. You’re with our daughter. You’re home.”

When he’s in his Sentry form, the golden aura surrounding him, you find him on the rooftop, watching over the city like a silent guardian. You stand beside him, your fingers threading through his, and Bob squeezes your hand tightly. “I’d destroy the world for you,” he whispers, voice cracking.

But later, when the Void takes hold, he comes back to you, shattered and afraid, kneeling in front of you as he presses his forehead to your stomach. “Please don’t leave me,” he begs. And you sink to the floor with him, holding him tight, promising that you never will.

[webslinger-holland]

Rope, Respect, and the Red Guardian | Bob Reynolds from Thunderbolts*

Summary: Since finding out that his daughter is dating, Alexei wants to be as involved as possible in their blossoming relationship. He gives them a good serious fatherly talk, offers unwanted advice, and even provides a gift basket?

Warning: 18+ minors DNI, Alexei being himself (slightly vulgar), suggestive content in reference to smut, references to condoms and kinks, mentions of godlike stamina, another good old fashioned sex talk, things get a little heated in the bedroom, teasing...teasing...teasing

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Alexei's Daughter Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Type: Oneshot (but can be read as a continuation of 'The S*x Talk')

The clock on the wall reads 9:49am, but Alexei has been up for hours. Still clad in his smelly tank top, boxers, and rugged brown bath robe, he was waiting patiently for his daughter to wake up from her — as he called it "beauty sleep." He munched on a bowl of Wheaties and ignored the evident drops of milk in his beard; the box with his face on it sitting proudly beside him.

The sound of the door closing upstairs alerted him instantly. He quickly scooped the last few bites into his mouth and rushed the empty bowl back over to the sink. He could hear footsteps coming down the stairs so he quickly grabbed the cups of coffee that he prepared beforehand and hurried back to the table.

Alexei placed the two cups of coffee across the table from him and took a seat himself, grabbing the tablet to pretend like he was busy reading some news article about himself. He briefly glanced up at the couple who entered the kitchen, seeing that they were no longer hiding the fact that they were sleeping together since the cat was already out of the bag.

"AH! If it isn't my favorite superhero couple," Alexei exclaimed with a broad smile on his face and his hands in the air.

Bob, who was still sporting his loose fitting blue pajamas, padded after his girlfriend into the kitchen. His hair was slightly ruffled and he failed to wipe the sleepiness from his eyes, but he offered a soft smile nonetheless.

Then there was Alexei's daughter who was still mad about the fact that now everyone knew about their relationship on the team. She wanted to give her father the silent treatment, but she knew that only meant he wouldn't stop pestering her until she gave him the time of day. She sent him a small warning glare.

"I made coffee," Alexei told them. They approached the table with great caution, suspiciously eyeing the two cups of coffee in front of them. "Sit, sit! We talk, no?" Alexei smiled.

"Dad," Y/n began. "Please don't make this weird."

"I don't make things weird; I'm a cool dad." Alexei claimed, looking slightly offended. She rolled her eyes. "Always cool."

All the while, Bob brought the cup of coffee up to his lips for a sip only to wince at the flavor. He drew it away and stared at it in shock.

"W-What's in this? Gasoline?" Bob coughed slightly.

"Vodka. How else am I supposed to get through the day?" Alexei explained and Bob awkwardly lowered the cup back down.

The room proceeded to descend into an awkward silence between the three of them. Naturally, Alexei is glancing between the two of them with the biggest smile on his face and patiently waiting for either of them to speak. And while Y/n chooses to ignore him, Bob finds interest in the grooves of the table and keeps his hands in his lap.

"Alright, enough ignoring me. We talk." Alexei said a little louder than intended. He leaned across the table and offered his open hands to the pair of them; Bob, for some reason, takes his hand.

For a moment, it looked like Alexei was about to break down in a fit of tears. He just felt so happy for the both of them, especially his own daughter. He found back tears as he spoke to them.

"So...you are dating," Alexei smiles fondly at them. "My beautiful daughter who is a former Red Room assassin with a pretty impressive kill count—"

"Dad," she warned.

"And you... Bob." Alexei notions to him.

And Bob perked up hearing his own name.

"The most powerful super beings ever created! The one who holds the power of a million exploding suns, but also has the ability to cover entire continents in darkness. Very powerful, no?" Alexei narrated and Bob offered a tight lined smile.

"Okay— " Y/n began, knowing he was about to cross the line.

"You two would make such beautiful babies," Alexei sighed with a shake of the head.

Hearing this made Bob's eyebrows shoot up in slight shock; his face growing a deep shade of red that couldn't be hidden even by his own darkness. Beside him, Y/n let out a groan of defeat and buried her face in her hands to spare herself further embarrassment.

"Now. We all now what happens when two people start kissing and making the googly eyes at each other. Eventually, things...escalate if you know what I mean," Alexei sent an all knowing look to Bob.

"I don't think I can do this," Y/n muttered to herself in her hands.

"And so! It is my duty as your father— " Alexei emphasizes seriously. "...to ensure you are being safe."

"Safe?" Bob made a small strangled noise.

"Yes. So I give you some advice, no?" Alexei nodded. He held up a single finger to make his first point. "First, always stretch before anything intense. Flexibility prevents injury, don't forget that. You do not want to cramp mid-thrust — trust me; my hip has never been the same since 1989."

"Dad! Please stop talking, I'm begging you." Y/n pleaded with him. Her face was more red than it had ever been before.

"Next, hydration! You must hydrate. Electrolytes are very important for the sex. Do not let passion rob you of proper fluid balance."

Bob made a face of slight disgust.

"And finally...it would be wise to consider soundproofing your rooms. Your sister shares a wall with you. And she has a gun, Bob. A gun," Alexei continued with a look of complete seriousness on his face.

"Alexei!" Y/n shouted over him, knowing that using his name would get his attention. "That's enough! If you say one more word, I will not hesitate to tranquilize you."

Shoving his chair back loudly, Alexei stood to his full height and stared down at them angrily. He muttered something in Russian under his breath. "Ungrateful children. I try to give them wisdom and they threaten violence. No respect for the classics."

Leaving the room meant the young couple were left in complete silence. Still feeling like she could die from pure embarrassment, she can't even bring herself to look at her boyfriend. When Bob does look at her, he's a little pale in the face and he offers a small smile of encouragement.

"Well...that went well." Bob claimed.

In the late hours of the evening, the two of them find themselves alone in the bedroom. It felt like it was another rare moment of silence, tenderness, and vulnerability. They've kissed before; they've slept together before. But this time— it's a little different. All the tension melts away and it's just them enjoying the moment.

It's just them, heartbeats pounding as if threatening to break loose and hot breath fanning their faces. Her fingers comb through his wavy locks of soft hair and his hands are reverent at her waist. Their lips mold together perfectly; their walls slowing coming down.

Pulling away, Y/n looked at him with a hint of nervousness behind her eyes. "You're sure?" She wondered.

"Never been more sure," Bob breathed. He drew her in again and kissed her deeply.

Slowly, Bob shifted his body over hers and Y/n pulled him down with her until she was laying against the bed sheets. Their hands fumble to remove any article of clothing in the way; lips still chasing one another. He kisses her until she forgets her own name and shifts to brace his knee between her legs.

A harsh knocking on the door caused both of them to nearly jump out of their skin. Their heads snapped towards the door and their failing to catch their breath.

"W—What now?" Y/n groaned in slight frustration and Bob couldn't shake just how red his face was.

"My solnyshko (little sun)," Alexei's voice is trying to lure her from the other side of the door. "I have a surprise for you!"

The banging on the door only continued. He called their names countless times, not caring if it meant waking every in the tower.

"Just ignore him," Y/n begged and used her fingers to turn his jaw back to her. She tried to kiss him so he'd forget about the man behind the door, but the banging just kept going.

"You are ignoring me!" Alexei shouted. "I know you are! Don't think I won't break this door down."

Naturally, her eyes shot wide open in sudden realization. Her father totally would break down the door if she didn't answer it and it would be even more embarrassing to find his daughter naked in bed. So, she hastily clambered out of their bed and threw on a loose button up shirt.

"Okay, okay, okay. I'm coming," Y/n called back to him and Bob sat up in bed.

He leaned back against the headboard and gathered the blankets around his waist for a bit of modesty. He grabbed a throw pillow next to him and placed it directly over his lap to hide the evident tent under the blankets.

Finally, when she went to open the door, there was no shock to see her father standing there with a broad smile stretched across his face. She made sure to keep the door cracked open just far enough for him to only see her.

"What do you want?" Y/n asked coldly, staring up at him unamused.

"Hello to you too," Alexei scoffed slightly. He tried to peer over her shoulder, knowing who else was hiding in the room. "Hi Bob!"

"Hi Alexei," Bob responded, but immediately regretted it.

"I'm only going to say this one more time: what do you want?" Y/n drew his attention back to the matter at hand...quite literally too.

In his hands, Alexei held a large woven basket filled to the brim with things and gifts and ribbons and tissue paper. He looked so proud of himself and he offered the basket to her, but she didn't take it.

"For you," Alexei explained. "I present you with the gift...of responsibility and maturity."

"You rehearsed that, didn't you?" Y/n asked with narrowed eyes.

Alexei nodded enthusiastically. "I did! It was good, wasn't it?"

"Why are you giving me this?" Y/n motioned to the large basket still in his hands. She watched him begin to rifle through the things.

"It contains protection, pamphlets, vitamins, and—" Alexei pulled out a small action figure of himself. "A reminder that strength is restraint."

"Dad," Y/n sighed in defeat. "I really don't think—is that a fire extinguisher?"

"Yes! For when things get too hot," Alexei winked and Bob joined his girlfriend's side now, fully clothed in his pajamas.

"Is that...rope?" Bob asked, peering into the basket.

"To tie down any unstable emotions," Alexei explained one of his countless metaphors. He observed the blank looks on their faces and rolled his eyes. "I had to get creative; I don't know all your kinks, Bob. I wanted to cover all bases."

"Laminated consent form," Y/n took out some small forms. "Where the hell did you get a laminator?"

"Two copies!" Alexei ignored her question, smiling proudly. "One for legal records. The other for... emotional closure."

Reaching into the basket, Bob pulled out a nice green candle. He brought it to his nose and took a sniff; his eyebrows shooting up in surprise because it was a pretty pleasant scent.

"I also included a scented candle — 'Siberian Snowstorm.' Very calming, very romantic." Alexei wiggled his eyebrows.

Suddenly, Alexei remembered one of the most important things he wanted to include in his generous gift. He reached down and grabbed a large box beside the door, basically shoving it into Bob's hands.

"And of course — these!" Alexei beamed with pride.

"A box of...100 condoms?!" Bob read the label in shock.

"Dad!"

"He's a god! I assume he's got great stamina, he's going to want to go multiple rounds," Alexei tried to reason with them and Bob flipped the box over to read the back.

"Where do you even buy 100 condoms?" Bob asked with furrowed brows.

"Ebay," Alexei replied blankly.

"And...they're glow-in-the-dark?" Y/n read over his shoulder. She scrunched her nose.

"So he doesn’t disappear on you again and turn all dark," Alexei motioned to him as if it made all the sense in the world to him. The absurd items just kept coming.

The next thing was two giant liters of water; each of them respectively labeled 'his' and 'hers.' He shoved them into his daughters hands and pointed to them seriously.

"This is very important. Hydration is vital during all activities — combat, missions, and even romance." Alexei added. "One liter each. Filtered. Room temperature. You’ll thank me when you’re not fainting after the sex." He joked with a laugh.

"You didn't by chance include any vodka in here?" Y/n wondered curiously. "You know...so I can drink to forget this entire night all together."

"What do you take me for?" Alexei looked offended. "That's in my thermos." He raised his own flask and sent her a wink.

Finally, shuffling to balance the entire basket in his hands, Alexei practically thrusted it into Bob's chest. He recovered quickly and accepted the basket awkwardly.

"Here Bob," Alexei said. He gave a firm nod of approval. "Protect her. Respect her. Hydrate her. The thermos is BPA-free."

"Oh my god," Y/n rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Thank you?" Bob accepted it slightly confused. He held onto the basket tightly and laughed nervously. "It's kinda heavy."

And Alexei's smile dropped; the tone now becoming dead serious. "That's the weight of your responsibility. I will end you if you hurt her."

"Noted," Bob swallowed the heavy lump at the back of his throat.

Smile returning, Alexei proceeded to slap a firm hand on Bob's shoulder. His laughter resonated through the hallways like a boom and they both winced from it.

"Good boy! You’re strong, polite, weird hair. I like you," Alexei laughed. He finally made his exit and sent a wave over his shoulder. "Enjoy your sex! Let me know if you need anything."

The door slammed shut for the evening and the lock was firmly put in place, not that it would have really mattered in the end.

In the morning that followed the disastrous night, Bob found himself shuffling into the already occupied kitchen for some morning coffee. He yawned quietly, looking like a man woh only got two hours of sleep because the rest of the time was spent in sin.

At the table, Alexei and Yelena sat beside each other eating bowls of their cereal. Without missing a beat and without looking up, Yelena made a comment that made Bob freeze.

"...You walk funny."

Alexei's head shot up and Bob was startled into a full body flinch.

"I — what—?! I do not —" Bob fumbled over his words.

"A limp is a limp, Bob. You can't hide it from me," Yelena sang, still not even bothering to look up from her book.

"You didn't stretch before?" Alexei asked him in shock.

"Want us to ice your back now and save time?" Yelena offered with a sneaky smile growing on her face and Bob blushed hard.

Her sister proceeded to enter the room with a similar looking limp that did not go unnoticed by her family. She spared them a quick glance and brushed her hand against her boyfriend's arm tenderly.

"Good morning," Y/n called to the rest of them.

"It certainly is for you," Yelena winked all knowingly.

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