#bob hcs

[lewis-winters]

Ok, I know we speculated that Tab was called Bunny because rabbits are notoriously known for having lots of sex and he was considered a ladies' man.

But I posit he might've also been called Duck because he followed Dick around like a duckling (a dickling?), and someone (probably Smokey or Chuck) decided to put both together.

Thus: Bunnyduck.

[egotisticaleverything]

Adding onto the common HC I’ve been seeing of John being the group cook — he is DEFINITELY the “get the fuck out of my kitchen while I’m cooking” type of person, like you walk in to get a glass of water and he is like “fuck off no I WILL get you water do not DISTURB my cooking. Here. Now LEAVE.”

I like to think he’s mainly like that cuz he likes to solely focus on what he’s doing, and alot of the others end up commenting or asking too many questions — this kinda feeds into my undiagnosed OCD/Autism HC for John — and it’s just annoying and overwhelming. But not Bob. Bob is allowed to stay.

John has declared Bob can stay because he is — as John puts it — “a respectful spectator”. Which started as Bob sitting in the common area near the kitchen doing whatever while John cooked, then slowly migrating over to the opposite side of the kitchen island. Then that evolved into Bob randomly saying little tidbits of how his day was and then it ended with Bob just coming in to yap about whatever while John cooks while replying ever so often but mostly just letting him talk.

John now finds a strange sense of comfort in his rambling and everyone else is like “why can he stay and we can’t” and John is like “cuz he’s Bob and you’re not.” And Ava teases him RELENTLESSLY for it like — “oooh someone’s playing favourites” and John just tells her to fuck off cuz in all honesty, he IS playing favourites.

[soldiergf]

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post thunderbolts! bob who first started to realize he liked you more than just a friend a couple weeks into being an official avenger. he was still getting used to all the fame and power, and you were just so helpful….always there to help calm his nerves, always there to talk to. he couldn’t help but fall for you.

post thunderbolts! bob who isn’t the best at flirting (read: has never flirted with a girl when he wasn’t on some sort of drugs), but he tries, he really does. he looked up corny pick up lines on the internet and intended to try a few on you, but ultimately just ended up panicking and messing up the line completely, leaving you confused and him even more flustered.

post thunderbolts! bob who would sometimes have nightmares and knock on your door at 3am asking if he could just lay with you because he was scared. and while he was always afraid you’d get annoyed and tell him to leave, you always happily invited him in and did whatever it took to make him feel comfortable and at ease.

post thunderbolts! bob who physically cannot stay mad at you. if you two ever get into a disagreement (which is rare), bob is incapable of holding a grudge. he’ll huff, cross his arms, refuse to look at you — and this will last exactly two minutes before he eventully starts cracking. he gets this soft, guilty, fucking adorable expression, stands awkwardly in the doorway, and eventually caves with a quiet “i’m sorry.” (you have no choice but to forgive him, of course).

post thunderbolts! bob who tries his best to not be overly touchy with you in hopes to not make you feel uncomfortable, but sometimes, when he’s feeling a little bold, he’ll start brushing his hand against yours or even just grabbing your hand or arm and holding on (which, of course, is followed by a shit ton of overthinking on his part).

post thunderbolts! bob who often feels unwanted and unneeded by his teammates, given the fact he can’t join them on missions without fear of the void taking over again. of course, you’re always there to calm his nerves and make him feel appreciated.

post thunderbolts! bob who doesn’t even realize that you’re just as whipped for him as he is for you. and despite the rest of thunderbolts constantly saying things along the lines of “dude, she likes you back” it isn’t until you kiss him senseless in the middle of the night that he finally starts to believe them.

[why-do-you-need-2-know]

Some more thunderbolts head cannons:

When Bob gets too prideful he becomes blond and that's the team indicator for when he is about to become sentry

Alexei definitely the one to set up field trip to tower for local school

The thunderbolts are a sponsor for at least one pee-wee soccer team and when the press ask why they act like it's a inside joke

The team gets genuinely worried when John says something so dumb to the point that John get weekly concussion check ups

Ava gets claustrophobic

The team each have their own build-a-bear (Bob has a custom one)

Yelena, Ava, and John go to the mall together (John is just there to carry the bags and pay but he likes the company)

Yelena taught Ava how to do makeup

There is a joking theory from the public that Bob is being held hostage at the tower

Sometimes when Bob turns into void, the void gets too tired to actually do something so they just lay there till somebody founds him and snap him out of it

Bob loves training as it makes him feel useful for the team

Yelena was the one who gifted Apline to Bucky because it "reminded her of him"

Ava loves to rage bait Walker

Ava sees Walker like her little ( middle schooler) brother while Walker sees Ava like his younger (annoying) sister

Ava loves using Tik Tok slang but stopped using it after Alexei said "CHAT" when referring to the team

Alexei calls ava his daughter

John LOVES competive cooking shows and hates to admit it. He yells at the screen like he's watching football so everyone just assumes he is.

2/????

[shiningsuki]

maybe something more - bob reynolds x reader

WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM MARVEL’S THUNDERBOLTS*.

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x Fem!Reader Summary: 6 months after the Void spread across New York, the New Avengers play house in the Watch Tower. You notice Bob’s always got a book in hand, and you have an idea. Warnings: Light mentions of anxiety, depression, mental health issues, trauma, both Bob and reader struggle to start any type of intimate relationship beyond friendship at this point Content: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Artist!Bob, Bookworm!Bob, the Thunderbolts* as a dysfunctional family unit AO3 🔗 <- read it on ao3! Word Count: 6.3k A/N: Thank you so much for reading my first Bob fic! He and Thunderbolts* got me back into fic writing. I hc that Bob is an artistic soul and has a few outlets to calm his mind, so please do enjoy. And also please be kind since I haven't written in over a year :') Reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated 🖤 More Bob to come soon~~

6 months after New York

The penthouse suite in the New Avengers facility, the Watch Tower, faces an interior design crisis. You watch the argument in front of you with amusement, feet up on the ottoman in front of the couch you’re sitting on, arms crossed. Yelena sits on your right, head in hands. Bob’s on your left; you sneak a glance at him. He’s reading a book, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and a vanilla milkshake sits on the coffee table beside the armchair. How on earth he manages to understand the book’s content with the ruckus, you have no idea.

“It should be white,” Walker grumbles. The ex-soldier faces the empty wall in front of the couch, his back facing your row. You hear the grimace in his expression.

“No, green. Like grass outside. Inviting presence; when people walk inside, they say, ‘Oh, I feel so warm and fuzzy.’ Subconscious from wall color — that is psychology, right, Lena?”

Alexei flashes a toothy grin at his daughter. She groans quietly in response, head still in her hands. You glance at her in pity, then focus back on the two men. Their voices start to rise in volume.

“No, white. Green is too mucky.”

“Green is good color. Why do you not want it?”

“I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“You are not painter. We tell Valentina’s crew to paint. Lena, tell him we should have it green.”

“God, you’re insufferable,” Walker throws his hands up and saunters into the kitchen. Alexei gives Yelena a hopeful look, and she groans again before getting up to stand next to him. Their debate continues, but you shift your attention to the quiet man next to you. All conversation fades into the background, and it’s just Bob, his nose in a book and his mouth hovering slightly over the milkshake straw in his hand.

You gently bump into his arm. “Whatcha reading now, Bob?”

Bob starts, nearly spilling his milkshake. He quickly sets it down on the coffee table before looking back sheepishly at you. You stifle a chuckle and watch him smooth his hair back with his fingers. Bob clears his throat, darting his eyes between you and the open book.

“Oh, it’s uh, Catch-22,” Bob turns the book to its cover, and you peer at the blue canvas. “World War II fiction. Interesting history stuff. It’s about this antihero, Captain John Yossarian, and discusses the absurdity of war and bureaucracy. Basically, he and his crew have to follow this Catch-22 rule: to be relieved from duty, they have to be declared mentally unfit, but if they request it themselves, they’re deemed sane and so must continue flying missions.”

“Ah, hence the phrase,” You reply. “With a Catch-22, there’s no win either way. You’re stuck in an impossible situation.” You slightly frown, remembering the last few months, but your mouth quickly shifts into a smirk. “Sounds familiar.”

“Exactly,” Bob’s eyes brighten as he chuckles. “I was super into reading about this stuff as a kid. Actually, what got me into it was…”

Bob trails off, his expression following suit. A shadow clouds his face, and you see his jaw protrude in and out from his chin. You tense inadvertently, but force yourself to relax. Bob hasn’t had an episode in months. Chill out. Still, you take a deep breath in before speaking.

“It’s alright,” You assure him. A tiny smile flickers on your face. “I understand.” Bob glances at you and closes the book, resting it on his lap. You stare at the cover, letting the silence stretch. Bob clears his throat again.

“Thanks. Uh, I like the book so far. I’d recommend it if you’re into that kind of stuff.”

You nod, looking back up at him. “Thanks, I’ll have to add it to the list. I haven’t read much lately, but I used to like it a lot. Gives me an escape from all this—” You pause, gesturing around your head. Bob smiles at that, and you’re relieved to see his expression lighten.

“That’s cool. It’s always there for you when you’re ready.”

You look at him, feeling your chest tighten. You inhale another deep breath. Bob seems like an aloof guy upfront, but sometimes he says the most profound things without knowing it. It infuriates and intrigues you at the same time.

“Thanks again, Bob.” The conversation happening by the couch fades back in, and you barely realize Alexei and Yelena have been arguing back and forth for the entire time you and Bob were chatting.

“Lena, green is beautiful color! It matches your eyes.”

“Alexei, my eyes are not green. And we are not painting the wall that color. It doesn’t match the rest of the suite.”

Alexei’s face is a mixture of shock and hurt. “Your eyes aren’t green?’

You glance at Bob, sharing a look of mirth, before you both burst out laughing. Yelena looks at you both with murder in her eyes, which only propels you to laugh harder. The blonde lets out a string of curses in Russian and stomps out of the room. Alexei chases after her, pleading. You wipe your eyes after you calm down and look back at Bob. He’s smiling ear to ear and genuinely looks happy. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

You blink. Okay, Alexei’s rubbing off on me. That’s a problem. You stand up and adjust your clothes.

“I’m gonna go out for a bit.”

Bob nods. “Okay, see you later.”

You salute him and start walking away. Then, an idea springs into your head and you shuffle back to him, stopping in front of his knees. Bob looks up at you again, round saucers for eyes, and you smile.

“Hey, do me a favor? Write down all the books you want to read. Or the books you love and want to have. Text it to me, or just give me the list, whatever you want.”

Bob quirks an eyebrow up. “Ooo-kay. May I ask why?” A hint of suspicion laces his voice, but amusement takes over his face, seeing your energy.

“No reason,” You respond in a singsongy voice before twirling around and walking away again. “Thanks, Bob!” You call over your shoulder. You just hear him laugh in response, and you can picture him shaking his head, his bangs falling over his eyes. You smile again even wider, excitement bubbling in your stomach from your plans.

You give Bob a week and some change before you see his bedroom door ajar, and you knock on it. He’s sitting on the floor, crisscrossed, hunched over a sketchbook with pages of drawings surrounding him on the floor. You lean on the doorframe and cross your arms, watching him for a few moments. He’s so immersed that he didn’t hear you. You give it another second or two before knocking again, although this time it’s more akin to pounding on the frame. You’ve never been much of a patient person.

Bob jumps and his pencil flies out of his hand, then rattles onto the floor. He looks up at you with wide eyes, frazzled, and relaxes when he sees you. He swipes his hair back, and you glimpse a dark smudge on the side of his drawing hand. He starts to gather his things, muttering under his breath.

“Jesus! Could you not keep doing that?” Bob glances up at you, his tone serious, but you catch a teasing glimpse in his eyes. “You know I have a fragile heart.”

You roll your eyes, smirking. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. You can handle a jumpscare or two, I know it.” You walk over to Bob’s bed and plop down at the end of it.

Bob winces. “I just folded that.”

“Oh, sorry.” You make to stand up and Bob waves his hands, gripping his sketches.

“No, no, it’s alright. You’re already sitting. Please.” Bob motions downward, and you follow suit.

You glance at the papers. “May I see?”

Bob looks back and forth between you and his hands for a few moments. You see in his face the gears turning in his head. He swipes his hair back again, and his foot starts to shake back and forth. He’s nervous. You give him a reassuring smile.

“You don’t have to show me anything. But I’d still love to see the artist of the group’s work, if you’re willing to share.”

Bob chuckles sheepishly, shaking his head. “I’m no artist. Most of these are just sketches, really. But they’re messy. And unfinished. It just… helps clear my mind. You know…”

Bob trails off, gesturing around his head, looking at you expectantly. You laugh at that, touched by the subtle mirroring of you from before.

“I get it. Everyone needs an outlet. It’s cool that you draw, though—I’m so bad at it.”

“I’m sure you’re not that bad,” Bob replies. He shuffles the papers a few times before resigning to hand the stack over.

You grin at him and snatch them away. Bob avoids your gaze as he moves to clear the rest of the floor. You look down at the sketches and start rifling through them. There are some landscape images, mountains, flower fields, the like. Then you see portraits of the team, some in motion, some stills. You notice that every image is from a certain point of view, which you can only assume it’s Bob watching the rest of you interact while he stays quiet in the background, ever the observant one.

The last few sketches are the team’s individual pictures. None of them are smiling, but there’s a sereneness and simple beauty captured in them.

“These are amazing, Bob. You capture us so beautifully.”

Bob rubs the back of his neck, still avoiding your gaze. “Nah, they’re nothing special.”

“Of course not. They’re special, because you’re special.”

You wink at him, which thankfully he catches. Bob immediately looks away again, his hair falling in front of his eyes. His body seems to shrink in embarrassment, and you laugh. You look down again and shuffle to the next paper.

You can’t hold in your gasp. All the sketches were stunning, even the mundane ones, but this—a portrait of you, laughing, looking off into the distance with a spark in your eye. It’s the twinkle of hope, of real joy, something you’re fortunate enough to feel in sporadic moments the last few months, after everything. You didn’t know if you would feel that way again.

Honestly, you don’t even recognize yourself.

You look up at Bob, who wears an anxious yet expectant expression on his face. You look back and forth at him and the drawing, struggling to form words.

“What is it?” Bob asks.

“This… this is beautiful, Bob. I’m…” You trail off, clearing your throat. “I’m flattered. But there’s no way I look like this in real life. This person is—”

“She’s you. It’s how I see you.” You stare at Bob as he plays with his fingers in his lap. “All of those sketches, that’s how I see everyone here. This team.”

Bob pauses, chuckling. “I’ve said this way too many times, but you guys saved me. You saw me for who I am, and you still reached out to save me. So, the least I can do is portray how I see all of you as best as I can—and do the dishes.”

You let out a laugh, in shock, awe, disbelief. Words escape you again as you and Bob share a look of understanding. You let the comfortable silence stretch before whispering out the few words you can only think of to say at this moment.

“Thank you, Bob,” You look down at your lap, chest tight again, before gathering the papers and handing them back. “That really means a lot.”

Bob nods, a small smile on his face, and takes the papers, but a sketch that you hadn’t seen before falls out of the stack. It flutters to the ground and lands face up. You inhale sharply, chest threatening to burst.

An almost black page, scribbles upon scribbles melting into one another, with two small circles in the middle. Your body reacts before anything: hands ball into fists, shoulders tense, and your breathing starts to quicken. Bob snatches up the drawing immediately and hides it in his sketchbook. He glances up at you, terrified, and retreats into his body, looking so small on the floor like a child.

“I’m– I’m sorry!” Bob exclaims, hugging his knees. “That– you weren’t supposed to see that. You shouldn’t have seen that.”

You shake your head, unballing your fists and shaking them out. You try not to notice the tremor in your fingers as you settle your hands in your lap. “No, it’s okay, Bob. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted like that. It’s just… when I think about that day…”

Empty, endless darkness. Falling into a room, then another room, then fighting your way through those painful memories before finally finding Bob, in his own room, and seeing no escape. Just… a void. You swallow hard. You still have no idea how long everyone spent in there, but it felt like eternity. Sitting in the pain. The shame, the disbelief. Revisiting what you never wanted to see again. But you had to, to save Bob. You all had to. And you know you would do it again and a hundred times over if you could.

Bob nods. “I know. Obviously, you know that I know better than all of you.” He pauses to gesture at the sketchbook. “Not all of these drawings are good. But like I said, they help clear my head. To regain lost memories. To try and remember all the bad things I did when I was… him. It’s cathartic, in a way. I try not to beat myself up over it. Some days are better than others.”

Bob shrugs, and you sigh. “Of course.” You get off the bed to sit beside him and place a hand on his shoulders. For a millisecond, Bob shrinks away, but relaxes since you’re not really touching him, skin to skin. You haven’t tried that, but from Yelena and Walker’s accounts, it’s kind of like a mini Void experience, but still not pleasurable.

You grimace to yourself. You don’t want to be afraid of touching Bob. You’re not really—he seems more afraid of contact than any of you do. So you keep your distance and close it when you can, just like now.

“Anything that helps you, I’m game. Do you have more good days than bad?”

“Yes,” Bob nods. “Thankfully. It’s not perfect, but it’s a step forward. I just haven’t used my Sentry powers since the incident. I’m… afraid to. Because then he… He might come out again.”

Bob swallows, and you squeeze his shoulder. “I know. We’re just trying to be cautious, that’s all, and what you’re feeling is totally understandable.”

Bob shakes his head, frowning. “I just wish I could be more useful. You know, help you guys out. All I do is wash dishes and clean up around the penthouse.”

You clap Bob’s shoulder before letting go. “And that’s all you need to do, for now. And be a friendly face. And share your book reviews and drawings with us. It really helps, you know. Everything you’re doing is enough, I promise.”

Bob lights up at that, smiling widely. You smile back and let out another sigh.

“Okay, dreamboat,” You say, standing up and brushing off your pants. You coined that nickname for Bob at some point, and it just stuck. He never seemed to mind. “I meant to ask you if you have that list of books for me yet.”

“Oh yeah,” Bob stands up and searches his desk for a moment. He turns to you and hands over a folded sheet. You take it and unfold it, skimming through the list.

“Those are all the books I could think of. I can send you more if I remember something I missed.”

“Great,” You say, folding it and tucking it in your pocket. You point at Bob and turn to walk out of this room. “Tolkien, Hemingway, Butler—some good reads. Thanks!”

“Wait, you never told me what you’re going to do with that list!” Bob calls after you.

“You’ll find out soon enough, dreamboat!” You reply over your shoulder. You glance behind you and turn to walk backwards, saluting. Bob’s head sticks out of his room, confusion clouding his face, and you just laugh.

“Seriously, you should think about showing everyone your drawings. They’re really something, Bob!” You salute to him before turning around fully to walk away.

Before you head out to pick up the furniture order you placed a few weeks ago, you stand in front of the newly painted beige wall. To Alexei’s dismay, the crew outvoted him and received a nice, monotone cream wall that matches the rest of the suite’s colors. Every wall is starting to be covered by various memorabilia, courtesy of members collecting random displayable knick-knacks to be showcased throughout the place. You’re standing in front of the empty space, which you had insisted that everyone keep empty for your plans, picturing the new furniture in front of it.

A pair of boots passes behind you. “Morning,” Ava’s voice chimes.

You motion without looking back at her towards you. “Ava, come here. Do you think mahogany will look good with this?”

Ava moves to stand next to you and tilts her head at the wall. “Yeah. They’re both neutral tones and don’t clash with each other.”

“Okay, good.”

“Wait,” Ava turns to face you fully, hands on her hips. “Didn’t you order the bookshelf already?”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, I did. I’m just making sure, and I’m getting it today.”

“Oookay,” Ava replies with amusement. “Is Bob still here? Won’t he see everyone assembling this?”

“No, Walker and Alexei took him out already. Sightseeing. He really hasn’t seen much of New York since the incident.”

Ava hums in assent. “Yeah, fat chance of that the last few months. Hope those boys have their wits about them and don’t leave Bob anywhere.”

You roll your eyes. “Unfortunately, I have close to zero faith in them, but we can only hope at this point.” You look back at the wall in front of you, determined. “This should take some time, but we’ll get it done before they get back.”

A few hours later, you wish you hadn’t said that out loud.

It took nearly an hour to coordinate the furniture drop-off and lug it inside the building. You don’t have superhuman strength, but you were stubbornly determined to drag the box into the elevator. As soon as you made it to the penthouse, the doors opened to Bucky, who gave you and the box a once-over.

“How the hell did you get this inside?” Bucky asked.

“Don’t,” You say, pointing a finger at the man. Bucky rolls his eyes and puts his bionic arm under the box, lifting it out of the elevator with ease.

“You could’ve just called, you know.”

“Shut up.” You strut past him and put a middle finger up behind your shoulders.

You exchange a look with Ava, who’s sitting on the couch with a book open. Her face wears a confused expression before you wave her away, exasperated. Bucky puts down the box by the wall with a gentle thud and wipes his hands.

“Hope nothing’s broken in there,” He muses.

You glare at him and refuse to entertain the notion. Your eyes sweep the living room, which conveniently does not have any of the books you ordered.

“Where’s Yelena?” You ask.

Ava shrugs, nose still buried in her book. “Dunno. Haven’t seen her all day.”

You groan, slapping your hand on your forehead. “She was supposed to pick up the books.”

You grab your phone from your back pocket and dial her number. After a few rings, your foot taps impatiently on the floor when Yelena picks up.

“Hello?”

“Where are the books, Yelena?”

“What books?”

You grit your teeth and start to pace back and forth. Ava and Bucky’s eyes follow your footsteps. “The ones for Bob. I told you to pick them up today from the used bookstore.”

“Oh shit,” Yelena replies. You let out another groan and rub your eyes.

“Dude!”

“Don’t dude me!” She exclaims. “I forgot, I was running other errands.”

“What other errands?” Your voice begins to rise, and Ava closes her book, crossing her arms while tracking your end of the conversation.

“Doesn’t matter,” Yelena says. You can just picture the blonde waving her hand in dismissal, like it’s no big deal. “I’ll get them now.”

“Hurry,” You hiss through the speaker. “Walker and Alexei can’t keep Bob occupied forever. I’m not even sure if Walker can stay sane with those two the entire time.”

“Roger.” Yelena hangs up, and you shove your phone in your pocket again. Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, you pause just to breathe. Then, clarity washes over your body. You open your eyes and whip around.

“Ava, come with me. We’re waiting for Yelena in the lobby to help her bring the books up,” You motion at her to follow. Then you point at Bucky.

“Bucky, start unpacking the box and arranging the parts.” The man frowns at you at first, probably not liking the tone in your voice. You pivot and smile sweetly, albeit feeling a strain in your forehead. “Please. It’ll be great if you can start assembling the shelf too, thanks so much!’

“Hey, now wait a minute—”

“See ya, Buck!” You grab Ava’s arms to pull her quickly out of the common room.

What feels like hours pass by before Yelena arrives. You see a car pull up to the front, and she hops out, strolling leisurely to the back seat to pull out the first box.

You’re fuming as you step outside the building door and shove past Yelena, not bothering to say a word as you lift up another box.

“Hello to you too,” Yelena greets you, and you can only muster squinting your eyes at her in response.

“Now, now, ladies, play nice,” Ava says, walking up behind you with a box in hand. “Jesus, this is heavy.”

“How many more boxes are left?” You ask, leading the charge to the elevators again.

“Only two. We can grab them,” Yelena offers as she presses the close doors button.

That marginally makes you feel better, and you nod, giving her a strained smile. Yelena notices your expression and flashes a bemused grin.

“Hey, he’s gonna love it. And we’re here to help you assemble everything.”

“Ha, that’s funny,” Ava laughs. “You know, ‘Assemble’—”

“No.”

“Don’t even start.”

You and Yelena speak at the same time and let out a bout of laughter as the elevator doors close fully in front of you and start taking you upwards.

After the two women leave for the last boxes, you’re sorting through the books as Bucky continues to assemble the shelf. He says it’s easy to follow the instructions, grumbling the entire time, but you have a feeling he enjoys taking first responsibility in completing the task at hand.

Ava and Yelena return and start helping you sort. You’re unsure of how much time passes when you hear your phone ring. You grab your phone and hold it up to your ear.

“We are coming back,” Alexei whispers into the phone. “ETA 20 minutes.”

Shit. “Oh okay, uh…”

You glance behind you and see Bucky working on the last row. Ava catches your eye, quirking her eyebrow up.

“Try to stretch that as much as possible. We’re almost done - thanks!”

You hang up and toss your phone on the couch. “They’re here in 20.”

Yelena shoots up from her seat. “Let’s get to it, then!”

She joins Bucky to help him lift the last shelf row to the top and screw the bolts in. You and Ava start lugging piles of books near the shelf and placing them haphazardly in neat rows. You’ll worry about presentation later.

Bucky and Yelena join soon after. None of you speak, focused on filing the books away. Eventually, nearly every row is filled, with empty spaces to display any fun knick-knacks lying around. You grab a statue that was sitting out of place in the kitchen. Ava brings a fancy mug, Yelena stacks some of Alexei’s figurines next to each other, and Bucky brings over a small succulent.

You eye it as he places it on the shelf, and he looks at you. “What?”

“Where did you get that?” You ask, curious.

Bucky shrugs and murmurs, “Just had it in my room. I keep some plants in there.”

You feign shock, gasping and putting a hand on your chest. “James Buchanan Barnes is a plant dad?’

“Shut up, kid.” Bucky reaches out to ruffle your hair, and you duck, side-stepping him as he tries again to shove you.

The elevator dings, and all of you whip towards the sound. Everyone shuffles in front of the bookcase and waits for the men to step into the room. You take one last look at the shelf, admiring everyone’s quick work and how neat everything looks already before turning again just as the trio walks in.

Alexei’s hands hover in front of Bob’s eyes as they walk slowly towards your group. Walker trails behind, his arms crossed and his face bearing a curious look. You catch his eyes widening at the bookcase behind you, and he locks his gaze on yours. He gives you a small smile and thumbs up, which makes you stand up straight, nodding at him.

“Okay, guys, what is this?” Bob asks, his voice light. You see his hands wringing together nervously and you crack your knuckles, sharing the sentiment.

With a gulp, you nod at Alexei, and he moves his hands away from Bob. Ava and Bucky step to the side to show the bookcase in full, and Bob’s eyes widen to saucers, shining.

The mahogany shelf stands at least two heads taller than you. You’re on the shorter side, so it doesn’t seem like much, but from your point of view, it looks majestic. The case spans the entire wall and is lined with books. They’re mostly used, although you were able to bargain with the store owner for some rare collectibles. Valentina’s pockets run deep, and you’re determined to utilize her as much as possible.

You step to the side as Bob walks up, his fingers running across book spines and his eyes taking it all in. You don’t take your own eyes off him, gauging his reaction. You nervously squeeze your palms together, anxiety growing as the silence stretches.

Does he love it? Hate it? Bob wears the same awestruck, lost look that he’s usually susceptible to having, but you can’t tell if it’s more or less of a degree than normal. You’re tempted to break the silence until Bob’s wandering gaze finally lands on you.

“Is this… for me?”

You sigh in relief. “Yes.”

You respond so quickly that the breath leaves your body before you can think of more words to say. Almost immediately, you realize how personal that response comes across, how intimate, and glance around the room. Everyone has some degree of amusement on their face—from Yelena’s smirk to Alexei’s proud smile and Walker’s shit-eating grin. You glare at him before softening your gaze back on Bob. He looks at you, eyes still shining.

“I mean yes, I– well, we–” You gesture at the group. “–know you love books. So uh, I asked everyone if they would like to, um, have some of their own favorite books in the mix along with yours. So that you can read them whenever you want.”

You smile at Bob, then catch yourself. “I mean, you and uh, everyone here! Obviously.”

You cringe inwardly, but Bob only smiles. “That’s… amazing. So that’s why you were asking me for a list.” He smirks down at you, and you look away, feeling your cheeks flush.

Bucky clears his throat. “This was actually all her idea. We just went along with it.”

You turn to him with wide eyes, shaking your head. Bob looks at Bucky, then back at you. You freeze, feeling even more heat rush up your neck. Bob looks at you for a few more moments, stunned. Your face burns, but you don’t want to look away. After a few more agonizing seconds, Bob’s face melts into a soft smile.

“Thank you so much,” Bob whispers, and you part your mouth, taking a deep breath. His eyes flash with something indescribable, looking over you once more before he returns his attention to the group. “Everyone, this is so thoughtful. I really appreciate it.”

The team walks up to Bob, greeting him and admiring the collection. On the other hand, you start to slowly back away from everyone. You enjoy seeing them appreciate the plans you’ve had for weeks finally come to fruition, but you also feel an itch to run off and hide. After a few more slow steps, you turn your heel and march out to the balcony.

The blast of fresh night air cools your face, and you gasp. You make your way to the railing and lean heavily on it, bending down with arms stretched out and head facing the ground. After a few more deep breaths, you straighten, still slightly leaning on the railing while looking out at the view.

What the hell was that? Your heartbeat betrays your slowing breaths; you feel like you could run a marathon.

As you gaze out into the horizon, New York City greets you with twinkling lights, and your thoughts drift to the past few months. Finding out you’re no longer the hunter, but the prey. Forced into close proximity with other quote-unquote criminals and having to band to together to survive. Discovering a lonely man with powers beyond your comprehension. And fighting for your life to pull him out of the darkness, your own darkness and his, with a group of unlikely allies turned friends.

And everything afterward. Bonding with this group of people. This team. Never in a million years would you imagine. You’ve never been great at teamwork. But now, you have no idea where you’d be without these people. Probably dead, or in a worse place. Especially after getting to know a certain someone…

You can’t imagine a life without him.

“Hey.”

Speak of the devil. You turn around and see Bob standing near the doorway, leaning against the frame. You cross your arms and mirror his pose, smiling.

“Hey, dreamboat. Tired of the bookshelf already?”

Bob shakes his head vehemently. “No, no, not at all. I don’t think I could ever tire of it.”

He joins you by the railing, leaning forward and taking stock of the view. Your eyes wander to the group inside, animated conversation floating out the doors in a rumbling noise.

You nod. “That’s good. I was worried I’d need a refund.”

Bob chuckles at that. You look at him and smile, and see that his gaze is locked on yours. Intense, brewing again with something you can’t explain. You wait a few moments before opening your mouth to speak, but Bob beats you to it.

“Is it true what Bucky said? That it was your idea to get a bookshelf and all these books?

Again, you nod, although you avoid Bob’s penetrating gaze. “Yes. I… I know books help you. And it’s been fun when we talk about what you’re reading, what I’m reading, et cetera. So I thought everyone could have a space to escape, like we do.”

You look up at that, catching Bob’s eye. “The bookshelf is for everyone, but you’re my primary inspiration for getting it.”

Inadvertently, your chest tightens up after saying that. Your stomach flips and clenches into a ball, trying to decipher Bob’s expression. He gives away almost nothing, minus the glimmer in his eye that always seems to be there when he looks at you.

Finally, he speaks up. “That’s very kind. And I’m honored to be your muse.”

Oh. Your mouth forms a tiny circle, small waves of shock coursing through your body. You never thought of it like that—with Bob being an artist, you guess that’s one way to put it. You look away, out into the city again, suddenly feeling shy.

Bob lets the silence envelop the two of you, the city’s noises of cars honking and shuffling pedestrians filling the gap. Gears turn in your head—you want to say more, somehow, but you’re not sure what. Every now and then, you see Bob glance over at you in your peripheral, but he still remains quiet. That’s one of the things you admire about him—he’s observant, and good at latching onto others’ feelings. Perhaps to his own fault that he forgets about his own, but you try your best to keep him accountable.

Swallowing, you look back at Bob, who’s also looking out into the city. His hair blows back gently with the breeze, and he wears a serene expression. You’ve noticed that too, how much more relaxed he is after just a few months spending time in this watch tower, with this mismatched team taking care of each other. Selfishly, you’d like to think you had a lot to play in that change.

Kind eyes. Firm lips. Handsome, rugged, and soft all at once. More descriptions of Bob you’ve filed away in your brain, but you’d never admit to him or anyone else out loud—at least not yet. Finally, you steel yourself, breaking the quiet.

“Bob?”

He looks at you. Tonight, it seems a soft glow emits around him, covering his silhouette with a halo and making you feel like you’re in a dream. You blink—or maybe you’re finally losing it, bursting at the seams with everything left unspoken.

“Yes?”

He looks at you, dreams in his eyes, and fear fills you head to toe, threatening to drown you and pull you under. You grip the railing in front of you until your knuckles turn white, hopelessly trying to remain calm. Bob glances at your hands and reaches forward, stopping just inches from them. His eyes widen before he jerks back, looking away. Shame flashes in his features before it disappears just as quickly.

You feel a short wave a pity for him before you force it down. Bob doesn’t need pity—far from it. He wouldn’t want to be pitied. He just wants to be understood.

After you take a deep breath, you shut your eyes and let a flurry of words out before you think too much about them.

“I don’t know where we’re at and I don’t know if I’ve completely read the room wrong this whole time, but please let me know I’m not delusional, and that maybe, just maybe, we could be something more in the future.”

Silence. That’s all you’re met with for what feels like long, agonizing seconds. Blood rushes to your ears, your pulse quickens, and it takes all of you to steel yourself and keep your breathing even.

“Hey.”

You open your eyes. Stars dance across your vision before it settles on Bob again. Does he seem closer to you? Bob slides his hand along the railing until his fingers are inches from yours. He looks at them for a few moments before looking back up at you again.

“I’m going to be honest,” He starts, and your stomach drops. You swallow and start nodding, about to acquiesce, but Bob continues. “Let me finish.” He laughs, shaking his head, amused. You cock your head to the side, a flicker of hope blooming in your chest.

“I’m severely fucked up. And—I won’t speak for you—but you may or may not be on the same page. Am I correct in saying that?”

You laugh too. “Yes, that sounds about right.”

“Right. I’m getting better, but I still have a lot to work on. And to learn to control. And… I don’t want all of my shit to jeopardize whatever comes next.”

You try to stand tall, but feel your body caving as your resolve crumbles. You let out a sigh. “I understand, Bob. I don’t want any of mine to jeopardize our anything either.”

“But…” He trails off and sweeps back his hair with his free hand. His other one on the railing doesn’t budge.

“You’re not delusional. Everything you’ve felt in the past months, I’ve felt it too. I promise.”

Bob’s steady gaze threatens to topple you over. All you can do is nod in reply.

“Let’s make a deal. We work on ourselves until we’re less fucked up, or at least until we’re ready. Then maybe, just maybe…”

Bob’s tone is teasing, and you roll your eyes at his gentle mockery, but also smile.

“Maybe we can be something more.” You whisper.

Bob smiles from ear to ear. You’d do anything to capture this moment of happiness and keep it in your pocket forever. You smile back.

“We’ve got a deal, Robert Reynolds.”

You bump into his shoulder lightly, brushing your fingers a hair’s width from his. Bob sucks in a breath, and you look at him in reassurance. You scoot as close to him as he’s comfortable and settle into another long silence.

Giddiness bubbles in your chest. With another shared glance, you see a lonely man, saved by love and friendship, and a future where you and all your friends are truly happy and free. It seems like a flight of fancy, but when you look back out into the city, the possibilities are endless.

You’re in trouble, and Bob may lead you into a whole other fucked up-ness you’re unprepared for, but you’d ride out any storm with him. And you know he’d go to hell and back for you just the same.

[neyafromfrance95]

my favorite boblena headcanons:

their rooms are closest in the avengers tower. they often have sleepovers and spend time together in each other's rooms.

bob cooks for yelena everyday.

cooking and cleaning generally grounds and calms bob down but it's also how he expresses his care for yelena. and yelena loves coming home to him fussing over her.

bob takes care of yelena's guinea pig when she is away.

bob calms himself down by holding something of yelena's.

they love holding hands. a lot. smtng about always sticking together.

yelena is the only one who can keep the void away and make everything bright when he is struggling.

bob helps yelena overcome her alcohol addiction.

bob doesn't always understand's yelena's humor but he finds her endearingly amusing nevertheless.

bob often calls her "lena".

even though alexei taunts bob and says he must prove that he is worthy of yelena, he actually believes that yelena has found her soulmate.

yelena is very protective of bob. whenever she thinks he is in danger, she starts moving like she is a deadly superman. she is acting like his bodyguard even when he is sentry.

sentry and the void personas are sort of competing for yelena's affection.

sentry is in awe of yelena and sees her a reliable leader. she gives him a purpose and is the only one he obeys as he feels like she lights his way.

while the void taunts her, to his own frustration, yelena's suicidal ideation makes him anxious. he thinks that if there ever was harm her way, he would put her in the void so that she is forever with him.

yelena had a very little, if any, romantic/sexual experience before bob. the red room did not see her fit for seduction. bob had relationships but they were short and meaningless.

bob is trying to learn russian so that he can communicate with yelena in her native language.

[lilmarshie]

Overprotective! Bob x Reader Headcanons

- Bob is very cautious when he’s feeling overprotective

- He doesn’t want to hurt you or himself due to this

- So, he makes sure to take the time to ensure you’re safe before acting on any threats

- Bob is willing to do anything in his power to save you, even if it means bringing out the Void to do so

- As Sentry, he is strong-willed, a bit reckless, but a fierce protector

- But as the Void, he can be overprotective as a destructive standpoint, even going as far as harming anyone who stands in his way good or evil

- The Void sees no difference between good or evil and seeks only to destroy

- Bob is very cautious as to not allow the Void to take hold especially around you

- He uses Sentry as a force to combat this inside himself to save you

- In private, Bob confides all of this to you, and tells you the truth of why he is this way

- He wants you to know his whole truth inside and out to ensure that you want to stand by his side despite the complications that may arise

[silna-pdf]

The Birkin family ft classic Annette and no.1 babysitter Albert Wesker

[twobitsblade]

“suddenly it wasn’t only a personal thing to me. i could picture hundreds and hundreds of boys living on the wrong sides of cities, boys with black eyes who jumped at their own shadows. hundreds of boys who maybe watched sunsets and looked at stars and ached for something better. i could see boys going down under street lights because they were mean and tough and hated the world, and it was too late to tell them that there was still good in it, and they wouldn’t believe you if you did. it was too vast a problem to be just a personal thing. there should be some help, someone should tell them before it was too late. someone should tell their side of the story, and maybe people would understand then and wouldn’t be so quick to judge a boy by the amount of hair oil he wore. it was important to me.”

[lewis-winters]

anyway, let's talk about how Alton More, out of all of easy, is actually the first one to see through the façade of violence and ruthlessness Ronald Speirs puts up around himself because something about this scene--

-- is a direct pipeline to the Carver scene, when Ron pistol whips then trains the gun on Carver's face, and the others flinch away or closes/averts their eyes altogether--

--Alton More is one of the few who keeps his eyes right on Ronald Speirs with that fucking look on his face.

what the fuck does that mean, Alton!? is it morbid anticipation? are you waiting for the final blow, the execution that'll finally satisfy you? are you waiting for him to finally snap and betray his own morals just for your petty revenge? or are you afraid? are you afraid that he's not who you thought he was and he'll actually do it? prove you wrong and everybody right, after months fighting beside him and following his orders? are you finally considering that perhaps the violence and ruthlessness are part of him after all? are you afraid that maybe it's part of you, too?

well, you'll be glad to find out it isn't. part of him, that is. and maybe it isn't part of you, either. not that you care, Alton. brushing up against that existential question is more than you can bear at the moment because the next time you see each other, it's back to business--

--and all is well.

tl;dr Alton More can play Ronald Speirs like a fiddle because he's got him read and sorted. and the funniest thing, is that Ron doesn't realize it.

or maybe he does.

but whether or not he likes it is a different story.

[g3othermal3scapism]

Regulus did NOT get the math autism

[chynnamy]

Silver Bell cookie meets the Deceit Trio and Black Sapphire meets the Faerie Fam

Silver Bell would definitely get bullied by Shadowmilk and Candy Apple, while Black Sapphire is going to love jabbing at the Faeries (Silver Bell is trying to stay positive XD)

[caitlinsnicket]

bob reynolds relationship headcanons part. 2

warnings: smut under the cut, reader has a vagina and boobs, bob is a cute little pervert and we love him for it, oral sex, fingering, hair play, non sexual tickling, bob being soft

a/n: this is the most obssessed i've been with a character in a long time seriously its not funny anymore. A PART 3 IS COMING HOLD ONTO YOUR PANTIES

masterlist | 🍉 | ko-fi | part. 1 | part. 3 | part. 4

you walk into the kitchen on afternoon, and it takes bob a second to fully notice what you're wearing: one of his old, too worn sweaters, and big shorts that go below your knees and seem to be a second away from falling. he stares for a second, trying to understand what he's seeing, and when he does he can't help but ask out loud about your outfit

you brush him off saying you were just doing laundry so you stole his clothes as to not have to be naked while waiting for them to dry out. he barely hears you, noticing how the fabric looks against your skin and how hot his face feels right now. you pretend not to notice, going about your day as normal, but his presence lingers in hallways and rooms, still looking at you. he feels an ache on his chest then, because someone loves him enough to be in the same space he once was, and he's never felt as thetered to earth as in that moment

if you ever wear only one of his shirts or sweaters, soft legs on display, he'll subtly (not really) get you to sit or lay down so he can lay his head on them, nose and mouth nudging you softly. sometimes he's going to fall asleep, eyes fluttering and lips slightly parted, so content he's even smiling a little. other times, his mouth keeps wandering, eyes hooded with sleep and something else, making your skin shiver. he keeps running his mouth over your thighs, mumbling things like "so soft" and "just a lick, please?" until his head is buried between your legs, hands still wandering your ass and thighs, tongue lazily licking at your wetness, so slow you see stars and pull on his hair so he will go faster

he has fallen asleep with his mouth on you before, and it will happen again!

he also has this funny habit of fingering you out of nowhere. maybe the two of you will be watching a movie on your bedroom, or doing some light paperwork in one of the dozens of offices the tower has, and his hands will start to get fidgety until they reach your thighs, moving up and up until he can rest his fingers comfortably inside your panties

it's not even a sexual thing at this point, it's almost like your pussy is his personal fidget spinner: whenever he has nothing to occupy his hands, one of them drifts to the middle of your legs and he starts playing with you, only stopping when he starts to hear you moan. then he kind of snaps out of whatever he's doing and stammers a bit, but before he can take his fingers out of your fluttering hole, you hold his hand in place and tell him to finish what he's started. he happily does so, kissing you silly at the same time, and he looks so sweet while he's at it that you can't help but cum embarassingly quickly

will spend an embarassing amount of time (embarassing for you, he's proud of it) sucking his fingers clean after, and might ask you for a little taste. honestly if he could just have you on him all day he would

one time you put him on his knees in front of you after a party where he looked a little too delectable and had him eat you out while you praised him because he's such a good little puppy, and he came on his pants. he didn't say anything, but you noticed it, and ever since then you reserve manhandling him for special occasions, like his birthday or the first time he managed to actually fly without having a void incident

playing with his hair is a great past time activity for you in general, but pull on it while the two of you are getting busy and he becomes such a whiny mess he can't help but buckle his hips against yours and show you his neck so you kiss it. his hair is so sensitive, you accidentally riled him up in his sleep once, just by passing your hands through it. he says it's a little mortifying that he's that weak and responsive, but to you it's like he's constantly giving you candy when you've been craving it

in an attempt to get him used to touching in general, combined with the efforts of the rest of the team, you also start touching him under his clothes casually. it starts soft, just on the edge of them and he barely notices it, but then your fingers nudge themselves between the cloth and his skin and you run them around there, his skin hot under your touch. he tries to act normal, but it just feels so good he leans into it and sighs contently.

maybe it's breakfast time and the two of you and the group are having your meal quietly, and your hand just barely brushes the skin of his wrist under his sleeve. he smiles then, cheeks full of pancakes and syrup, and leans on your touch. maybe the two of you are in mission debriefing and he's fidgety, and you put your arm behind his neck and brush your fingers on the base of his neck. you bite back a smile at the little gasp he lets out then, eyes running to your face quickly, his head telling him to stop with the pda, his body making him inch closer

although you must admit, sometimes it's just for your own enjoyment

along with the subtle touching that plagues most of his waking thoughts, there are also bold touches that happen when it's just the two of you in the comfort of your bedroom, lights low and head dizzy with affection. your hands crawl up his sides, his surprisingly toned muscles and tender skin, and he hides his eyes with his forearm, trying not to pass out

he regrets not telling you this before (that's what he tells himself), but his whole abdomen is super sensitive: whenever someone as much as brushes him there, he has to stop himself from making sounds. It's not that he's ticklish, and more about how much more he feels in that specific part of his body. It's why, whenever you're on top of him, your weight making a loopy smile appear on his face, and your hands start going lower and lower on his body, he has to physically stop himself from jumping and gasping

you notice it one day, after you've fucked him out so good he hasn't opened his eyes yet, that he has little freckles speckled everywhere. and as he's coming down from his high, still panting a little, you kiss each one of them, his gasps softer when your lips touch the skin on his sides. when you're done, you can swear he's glowing a little, his eyes a different shade than before. every now and then you randomly take off his shirt or just pull it up to take a peek at the freckles you've come to love so much, and he has to turn away to hide his blush from you

there are other times, when the two of you are not being needy for each other, that you just press against him on his side, and he flinches and lets out a strangled giggle. that's when he stares at you wide eyed, and before he can tell you not to, you're already tickling him with all your might, fingers digging in the soft material of his clothes, his own cheeks burning and eyes glistening. you swear his laughter is the sweetest sound you'e ever heard

gets embarassed at any praise you give him in the begining, both because he kind of doesn't believe you, and because this has never happened to him before: the mere idea that someone could actually think something good about him makes his heart do a little leap. so you hold his face up to yours, eyes bearing into his, and make him stare back at you as you tell him how pretty he is, how kind, how nice, and how perfect he is. and after a while, he takes it, with burning cheeks and babbling words

[why-do-you-need-2-know]

SOME MORE thunderbolts head cannons (cause I'm obsessed)

When Bob gets mad at John he calls him "Walter"

Alexei does the dad thing where when someone is watching something he is interested in he slowly stands closer to the TV but never actually sitting down

Ava downloaded Grindr and made a account for John on his phone as a joke but she notices that John never deleted

Alexei is verified on Twitter

The team ( minus Yelena) is scared to mention Sam around buck when they are arguing and will ask Yelena to describe how bad a fight was from a scale of "quick sorry and everything ok" -> "sleeping on the couch" -> " going to your mother's house" -> "divorce "

John genuinely think that Bucky and Sam are dating and non of the other team members have the heart to tell him that they are not

Ava and Yelena love cheesey rom-com movies (so does the rest of the team not non of them will admit it)

Bob loves rubix cubes and fidget toys

Bob is actually really smart even though he never finished school

Ava is a clean freak ( courtesy of growing up in a lab)

Alexei coaches a local pee-wee sports team. At first the public thought that this was just a publicly stunt but soon realized this was serious to him

Yelena loves gifting the team stuff as a way to snow her appreciation

Bucky room has a balcony just in case Sam wants to fly by and say hi

3/???

[shade-e-e-es]

Day four of @hermitadaymay - Fav alt hermit

Chat doesn’t know that I was literally distraught when rens season 9 ended with no renbob. If he’s not in season 10 im gonna crash out

[lilmarshie]

The Bed We Shared

Sharing one bed with Bob Reynolds | Bob Reynolds x Reader | some suggestive content but nothing nsfw | 18+

“You can go ahead and take the bed in the other room I’ll sleep on the couch tonight. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, y/n.” Bob stated after the rest of the Thunderbolts mentioned that there’s not enough bedrooms at the place they were staying at while on their most recent mission. The only other options were the last queen size bed in one of the smaller bedrooms and the pullout couch in the living room. You sighed and rolled your eyes because you knew exactly what the rest of the group was planning.

They wanted you and Bob to have to share a bed. You were sure of that. Especially since they knew that you were too nice to have Bob sleep on the couch.

“That’s alright, Bob. C’mon, we’ll share the bed in the other room. I don’t want you having to sleep on an uncomfortable couch the entire night.” Bob stared at you in disbelief that you would ask him of all people to sleep in the other room with you. He had a huge crush on you and this was a dream come true for him.

You knew that you were both exhausted so you grabbed a ton of blankets, some extra pillows, and heaped them all up on the bed. Bob followed in behind you both excited to be sharing a bed with you and a bit worried because he didn’t want to mess anything up.

“I’m going to go change into my pajamas and get ready for bed. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” You said, before grabbing your pajamas and your small toiletry bag and making your way into the bathroom. Bob stood there for a few minutes before starting to get dressed for bed as well. His mind was racing a mile a minute and his palms were sweaty.

“I don’t want to mess this up. Please help me to not mess this up.” He whispered quietly to himself like a mantra. Bob made his way over to one of the sides of the bed and climbed in under the covers. You made your way back into the room shortly after, looking gorgeous in a cute pair of pajamas.

Bob’s eyes wandered over yours slowly as you turned around and bent over to put your toiletry bag away. His face was flushed and he tried so hard to not stare but he couldn’t help himself. You looked so sexy in your cute pajamas and your hair all messy. Bob didn’t know what to do with himself. He was getting all hot and sweaty underneath the sheets.

You made your way back over to the bed and climbed in onto your side. “You okay? You look a little under the weather. Are you doing alright?” You asked Bob, noticing his panicked expression and flushed skin. “I-I’m fine! I’m fine.” Bob stammered, as he turned to face you, your head resting on the pillow next to him. You chuckled softly and ran your fingers through his hair, causing shivers to roll down his body. “It’s okay, you’ll be alright. I’m here for you, Bob.” You whispered, trying to soothe him but all it was doing was making it worse. Now Bob could smell the toothpaste that you used, as well as, the light spritz of perfume that you used. It was intoxicating and he needed more of it. But he couldn’t…he wouldn’t…not here…not now while you were on a mission with the rest of the team in rooms on either sides of you.

You turned back over and laid down on your side of the bed again. You were staring at Bob, admiring his features, and the way that he stared back at you almost…hurt…it was like he wanted to do something but couldn’t. And it pained you to see him like that. “I have something to confess to you, y/n…” Bob said, slowly almost measuring out in his mind exactly what he wanted to say.

“Yes?” You said, softly your voice quiet and patient but your heart was racing in quiet anticipation. “I am in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for a while now. I was just too shy to say anything or act on my feelings. But now…being here with you like this and so close to you…I needed to say something.” Bob breathed out, his voice husky and deeper than usual. It was incredibly sexy to hear him like this, and it did something to you.

“I love you too, Bob. I’ve been wanting and dreaming about this for a few months now. Ever since I met you I’ve been dreaming of this day.” You reached over to Bob, and tucked a strand of hair behind his ears. Cautiously, you leaned in and looked deeply into his eyes for a moment. Then, you slowly brought your lips to his in a gentle but passionate kiss.

Bob’s hands flew around your body and he pulled you on top of him, a moan escaping his lips. “You’re so beautiful…so pretty, y/n.” He whispered into your ear, as his hands travelled down your body. His fingers explored the plushness of your thighs, the curves of your back, and they danced over every bit of your exposed skin.

Bob’s lips caught yours again as he pressed his body deeper to yours. He didn’t want to rush anything especially with the rest of the Thunderbolts in the rooms next to yours. So he was content with this for now but he would show you every bit of his love for you when you were truly alone.

“So pretty…so pretty…love you, y/n.” Bob’s voice was a soothing anchor that held you close to him, your hands wrapped around him and his body warm against yours. Your lips traveled up and down his chest, teasing him in a way before making your way back up to his lips and neck.

There was a noise that sounded like a cough and a little louder than usual cough that startled the two of you. “I think they caught onto us.” You breathed out, your heart racing and your chest rising and falling slowly. Bob nodded but turned to lay back down next to you, his hands never leaving your sides.

“We’ll have all the alone time we need when we’re back at the tower. Don’t you worry, love. I’ll make sure of it.” Bob winked, and kissed you once more before wrapping his arms around your waist. You reached up to turn out the light and finally headed to sleep for the night.

You would definitely hear about this in the morning. But as long as you had, Bob by your side, nothing else mattered. You could get used to this bed sharing with Bob.