#polybolts

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

okay hmo...

bucky barnes sleeps in an old pair of shorts that are just a little too tight for his thighs and a t-shirt so worn the letters are unintelligible

what u mean “hmo”… as if i need any convincing (i switched the tshirt to a hoodie tho and added the thunderbolts for funsies also the shorts are short as hell and more than a little tight)

Bucky’s got plenty of cake to go around and a morning slap is a great way to start the day😌

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Some Polybolts for the soul <3

I need y'all to know I'm a multishipper and a polybolts truther <3 Big Love in MY Thunderbolts tower!

Sketched a bunch of fun little scenes like this and I'm gonna colour them cause it's so cute and happy and they deserve it <3

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Okay but this picture of Wyatt has me thinking about what if John tends to wear a tee shirt under his uniform/gear?

Maybe sometimes after a mission or training he does that thing that guys do with jumpsuits where they take the top part off and tie it around their waist...and maybe that t-shirt gets real sweaty, sticking to his body, accentuating his build...maybe the other bolts (take your pick of who tbh) find themselves enjoying the view 👀

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Polybolts OT4 Headcanons

Hate seeing this tag empty but I'm too busy writing other stuff to do a proper fic so here are headcanons.

It was Yelena and Bob who started dating first. Ava and Yelena started dating next, then Ava and Bob. John was shooed in last and more than a little overwhelmed.

Ava's bedroom is the nicest, so if they all want to go to sleep together it's in there.

Yelena takes full advantage of being the shortest by inserting herself anywhere she can, be it on Ava's lap, snuggled against Bob on the couch, or leaning against John to and from missions.

It's naturally difficult for John to go from being divorced and single to having 3 partners at once. He enjoys one-on-one time with each person.

Bob loves telling his partners exactly what they want to hear when they want to hear it. He's good at knowing what they want, loves indulging them when he can.

If Ava finds herself relaxing with any of her partners, she'll want to hold their hand. Just to make sure she's still there. They all ensure to tell her as much.

Bob is still getting used to taking care of himself. He finds it easier to take care of his partners instead, to a fault.

It's a group effort to keep John from doomscrolling. (It's a literal addiction, Bob is the first to recognize it.)

Yelena keeps using Ava's body butter. So does John. Bob uses head and shoulders. Ava doesn't care anymore she really likes that her partners smell like her sometimes

John's shirts and hoodies are in everyone else's closets but his own, save for one (the one he was wearing when he first held his son)

If everyone is bummed out after a mission, Yelena always has a story to cheer everyone up.

They all need alone time (they spend most of their nights on their own floors/rooms) but still text each other constantly

Group chat names are Lena, Casper, Walter, and Florida Man

Bob and Yelena flood the gc with memes constantly

Yelena will only send those kinds of selfies to the group chat when she's away on a mission, so that she gets all the attention she wants when she comes back.

John wasn't comfortable sparring with Yelena at first until she insisted it was fine

Yelena does Ava's make up a lot

John is made fun of for listening to coworker music when he works out

Bob has the highest tolerance for horror movies

Ava makes fun of John's Georgia accent the most, but she also likes it the most

The same is true for John with Ava's accent

None of them can ever decide on where to eat. Ever. Bucky has offered exasperated suggestions more than a few times.

Ok, that's it. I'm on vacation atm so sorry my writing about these four has been slow. I'm cooking up two sfw fics right now so hopefully they turn out well (if at all)

Lmk if I should write more headcanons, these are stupid but the brainrot is too strong.

Other tb headcanons

[padchai]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65622859/chapters/169740094

Chapter 2 is finally out 👀🫡

Thanks so much for the support on this texting fic, I can’t wait to explore the found family dynamics further and show all of the silly shenanigans that the Thunderbolts get into living together at Stark Tower, as well as develop melval !! (I haven’t forgotten about y’all, dw)

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Soon...........

Begging all writers please put some poly Thunderbolts (Bob, Yelena, Walker, Ava) on my plate I’m so hungry…..

(I’m to lazy to write it myself)

[proshipping-kitten]

I hear there's shipping discourse in the Thunderbolts* fandom already so I'd like to throw my degenerate hat in the ring and say I want the whole team to fuck nasty (yes including Alexei) gimme that unhealthy fucked up ot6 please

[doingnotsogoodalso]

proposing daydreaming for a vault ot4 name. dont ask me why

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"Jason's weak because he can't beat Percy."

... I'm sorry can you point me in the direction of a character who has beaten Percy?

Percy is the strongest character in the series.

It's his fucking series.

He can't be the benchmark because no one is at his level.

Is Akhlys weak?

Is Medusa weak?

Is Polyboltes weak?

They're all beings who've lost to him, and yet they are still threats regardless.

Jason Grace isn't weak.

He beat a titan with his bare hands after turning 15.

He's one punch man'd a bunch of wolves and has beat his fair share of monsters.

He's not the strongest character, but he's not weak.

And if you're comparing him to Percy, of course it seems that way.

Also on that, people love to bring up the fight they had while possessed.

But I'd argue that shows Jason's strength.

Because not for nothing Jason was holding his own in that fight.

They were pretty evenly matched.

And yeah you can debate on the outcome, frankly I don't care who would win.

But I'd argue that Jason being able to trade blows back and fourth with Percy shows he's strong.

There's not many characters who can say the same.

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2k words of Polybolts Fluff (Yelena, Bob, Ava and John)

Pretty much just fluff and very self-indulgent. Bear with me, the hot people still live rent free in my brain. Relationship is established but not explicitly stated. Bucky and Alexei are here but not involved in the polycule. They're just vibing.

Also huge thanks to @etherealsymphony for making a post that reminded me to write this!

Anyway, enjoy :)

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The invulnerability and reflexes are the only consistent aspects of Bob's powers. They aren't something that can get turned on or off—unlike strength or telekinesis or flight, they're just there.

John is the first to suggest it after expressing frustration with the training dummies in the gym. Instead of anything proper or even durable, they get cylinders with cylinders for arms anchored to the ground.

"I keep telling Mel to tell Val to get us dummies that are person shaped," John sighs, "And something more durable, these don't even last an hour," he kicks the dented pleather dummy; it smashes into the far wall.

"I think they're fine," Yelena says, "Thought it'd be nice if they could fight back."

"I heard Stark had entire simulations fine-tuned for each team member," Ava said, crouching to examine the dummy that she'd severed on accident, "Standing in one place and wailing on an object only does so much."

"And John doesn't spar fair," Yelena says, shooting him a look. John raises his hands in exasperation.

"Well we both get too distracted by your constant fucking scissorlocks," Ava says under her breath. Yelena raises a brow at both of them, John coughs and looks down at his feet.

After a moment of silence, the entry-way door slides open.

"Oh, hey guys," Bob says, wearing a Florida swim club t-shirt and shorts. The others wave and nod, mumbling some 'heys'. He pads over to the treadmills—the only activity he does in the gym. He's too afraid of sparring with the others, given how unpredictable things get with his powers.

Yelena resumes sparring with her dummy, while Ava wonders what to do with the halves of hers. John, meanwhile, is staring at Bob, who is stretching half-heartedly.

"Say, Bob," John calls out, making the others look at him too. Bob glances up, "Yeah?"

"Could you stand here?" John pointed to the center of the floor. Bob nodded, "Sure, ok," And walked over to where John was pointing.

"So, if you got shot right now,"

"Christ Walker," Ava says, and John waves her off, "You'd be fine, right?"

Bob nods, "Pretty sure,"

"And like if I were to punch you?"

"Wouldn't do anything I don't think," Bob says, tilting his head, "Why?"

John's tongue pushes on the inside of his cheek in that way he does when he's thinking of something stupid. Yelena says, "John," but John is already saying, "You wanna be my dummy?"

"…"

"…"

"…like to punch? And kick? And stuff?"

John nods, "Yeah uh, if that's cool with you I dunno if," he doesn't say it, but they all hear it. Bob shakes his head, "Oh, yeah I've been working through that stuff, you don't have to worry about hurting me,"

Emotionally.

"Cool," John nods.

"Cool," Bob smiles.

"Right, then I'm gonna," John clenches and unclenches his fists, and Bob looks a little unsure what to do with himself, "Should I just stand here?" he asks.

"Yeah just kinda, hold your arms up like this a bit," John says. Bob mirrors him.

Yelena and Ava both flinch when the blows start landing, the sound akin to a gorilla punching a wall of solid steel.

"Sheesh," Ava says, watching John windmill kick a completely stationary Bob across the face. Of course, he's unscathed. "That was a bit much," Bob says, "Aren't flashy moves like that worse for like…combat and stuff?"

"Yeah but, it still looks cool," Yelena offers.

Ava snorts, "Did you just say Walker looked cool?"

"No," Yelena shakes her head, "No, never. Ever."

"Jesus," John sighs, side-eyeing Yelena before looking at Bob, "You really don't feel a thing?"

"Nah," Bob shakes his head.

"Cool, cool," He says, rearing his hand back for a right hook.

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Yelena, during her first months at the tower, insisted that she didn't want to be touched, hugged, patted, anything. In reality, she was more than fine with it, so long as she initiated it first.

John and Ava are always in the living room first for the biweekly movie night, sitting on the couch in silence and waiting for the others to filter in. It starts at 8, but most of the time the movie doesn't get started until 9, or 9:30 if Bob wants to make snacks.

"We are to watch Final Destination 3 end of discussion." Yelena announces as she walks into the living room, cradling Wiggles in her arms. Ava rolls her eyes, then makes an 'oof,' sound as Yelena makes herself comfortable in her lap.

"…why?"

"You're right here aren't you?" Yelena says, knowing damn well that Ava won't bother to push her off. Alexei comes in next along with Bucky, bombarding him with some war story. Bucky sits in his recliner (which is off limits to anyone else). Nobody on the team knows how old it is, but they know he's had to get it reupholstered twice. Alexei sits on a stiff chair next to it that everyone else finds uncomfortable. He says it's good for posture.

Bob eventually wanders in and, seeing everyone in the living room says, "Oooh, it's movie night,"

"Where've you been all day?" Ava asks. Bob sits down next to her, making Ava adjust Yelena in her lap. Yelena doesn't move, letting herself be handled until she's spread evenly across John, Ava and Bob.

"Briefing room," Bob says, "S'quiet in there. Everyone avoids it,"

"Cause it's the worst room in the tower," Yelena says, holding Wiggles up above her head, "Wiggles refuses to go in there—he has sixth sense I'm sure of it,"

"God I hope not," John mutters. He twines a finger around one of Yelena's blonde locks, "Last thing we need is a guinea pig with super strength."

"Aha, but it would be amazing mascot," Alexei says, "Guinea pig with super strength, flies around," he arched his hand through the air. 

"Pretty sure it's still a normal guinea pig," Ava says, "Though it'd be kind of funny if he could fly,"

"More like kinda horrifying," John murmured. 

Bob hummed, "I think it'd be cute," and stood, careful to move Yelena's feet from his lap to the couch, "M'gonna make some popcorn real quick,"

"Bucky, you don't think this thing has powers, right?" John asks. With no response, he cranes his neck to look at him, only to find him passed. out.

"Is like the chair casts a spell on him every time," Yelena cackles.

"This has to be a new record, right?" John asks, "Conked out and the movie hasn't even started."

"Hope it never does," Ava mutters, but everyone knows she'll stay to watch it—offering copious sarcastic remarks.

After a while, Bob returns from the kitchen with two giant bowls of popcorn, along with Hulk Out!™ seasoning mix Bucky bought as a joke months ago; it was surprisingly good. 

Yelena especially likes it, and snatches both the seasoning and the bowl out of Bob's hands. She shoves the bowl in Ava's hands, unscrewing the bottle and dumping green powder over the popcorn.

"Ugh, Yelena," Ava sniffs, puffs of green wafting up to her nose, "I keep telling y-you naugh, nuugh," her eyes flutter. Before Yelena can register, Ava is aberating, and sneezing, and falling through the couch—then through the floor. The popcorn bowl tips over now that nobody is holding it. Distantly, the team hears a thump resound from the floor below. Bob is flabbergasted, John is already laughing his ass off, and Alexei is dutifully rising from his chair to take the elevator down and check on Ava.

Yelena looks at the now empty spot, before shrugging and tipping the bowl back over, "Is not completely ruined," she says, resuming dumping the Hulk Out!™ mix on the remaining kernels.

Bucky is woken up by all the commotion, looking very confused. 

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"Could we maybe stop by Target on our way back?" Ava asks Mel on a ride back from a bomb threat that turned out to be very very real.

Everyone in the SUV turned to look at her.

"We all kinda smell like gunpowder," Bob says, but Ava rolls her eyes, "Who cares? Besides, I won't be long, I promise,"

"Your promises are made of tissue," Yelena puts her head in her hands.

"Just—I have an idea for an end table that will really make the reading room pop—it'll just be a placeholder until we get a replacement. It's annoying to not have anywhere to put my tea while I'm reading."

"…it is kind of a pain," Bob says.

Since moving into the tower, Ava has been slowly working to decorate every space. It was technically Mel's responsibility to deal with decor, but Ava ended up taking over before anyone knew what was happening. The sterile living room ended up covered in throw pillows and blankets, all of which were changed out every month because "You cannot have a pillow this orange sitting out during the winter, Bob,"

It wasn’t just the interior design she cared about either, even formal events see Ava "gently advising" the team on their outfits, and fussing over everyone right up until they're minutes away from whatever venue they're due to attend. Yelena has a picture on her phone of Ava straddling Bob in the car, clawing at his hair to wrangle it into place. Her caring about appearances fluctuated along with her manic episodes, but everyone on the team had manic episodes so it wasn’t that much of a bother. 

When they get to Target, Mel looks them over before they go inside, and nods, "Yeah, this'll be good for PR," she says, reaching out to swipe some rubble off of John's shoulder.

"Good for PR, how exactly?" He asks.

"In a…. 'polar bear in Arlington Texas' kinda way," Mel says, stepping back and brandishing her phone to snap a photo of them, since she was in charge of their official Instagram account. 

"Hehehe," Yelena laughs, because she's the only one who gets the joke. The usual looking and pointing ensues while they walk across the parking lot to the entrance.

"I always like how this place smells," Bob says as they walk in, before wandering off to the toy section. Yelena jogs to catch up to him.

"Children, both of them," John mumbles, rolling his still aching shoulders, "You're really gonna make us walk around Target after 5 hours of clean up?"

"You're the one who kept going for the heavy stuff," Ava says, turning to him. She looks him up and down, then smirks, "If you humor me, I can give you a back rub when we're at the tower, hm?" she holds up aberrating palms.

John folds quicker than Sentry folded his shield, and follows Ava into the depths of the store. She looks at end tables for 30 minutes—which honestly isn't too bad. Nobody in the store asks for their picture, but they're trending an hour after they leave.

"Bob," Bucky asks later at the debrief, folding his arms and looking down the table at him, "Why did I open Instagram only to see a video of you and Yelena shooting toy guns at each other?"

"…you use Instagram?" Bob asks.

There's a lot of back and forth but, in the end, the Target visit ends up being great for PR. Mel gets a bonus.

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"Oil," Valentina had said.

"Ol," John repeated.

"No no, oil," She said slowly.

"…ol,"

"Yeah, ok no," She sighed, "This is no good, you're gonna need coaching. A lot of coaching,"

When doing publicity training for being the 'next Captain America', John had to do extensive vocal training. He’d been committed to fitting into the mold left behind by Steve, to the point where keeping his accent general just became…normal. Most people he met after the fact would've never guessed he was from anywhere near Georgia.

But it did slip sometimes, particularly when he was worked up.

Ava looks up from her laptop at the sound of her room door opening, frowning as John walks in briskly. It was late, too late for any favors anyway. But for them, emergencies always seemed to come late. 

"What?" She asks, starting to close her laptop. 

"Ah—nothin'," John waves his hand, "Uh, I m—nothing, I'm fine."

Ava blinks at the slip, and John cusses, "Don't."

"You saw a bug, didn't you?" She says, not bothering to fight the grin crawling on her face.

"No," John says. Ava keeps smiling, so he says, "Ok—yeah, in my window there's some kinda—I dunno it's like long an' fuckin'—jus' please," he pinches the bridge of his nose, "I don't wanna deal with that thing, it disappeared before I could dispatch it,"

"…so," Ava raises a brow at him. John doesn’t say anything, but looks pointedly at her bed.

"Seriously?"

"I thought we were all committed to supportin' each other n stuff," John says.

"Well yes but, I really like the idea of you pulling your sheets up to your chin, lips trembling in terror, flinching at any brush against your skin in fear of it being…" she gasps, "a bug,"

John isn’t impressed by her theatrics and asks, "…so can I sleep in here or not,"

Before Ava can answer, the lump under the covers that John assumed was just a pillow shifted. Yelena emerged, bleary eyed, looking between John and Ava with mild irritation.

"This bed is huge," she says, gesturing broadly across the mattress, "There shouldn't be any debate," She flops back down, "Now hush, I sleep,"

John points a finger at them, "…how long…?"

"Don't ask," Ava says, scooting over, "Come on. By tomorrow the bug will have crawled into a vent and died or something,"

"Right," John says, it sounded more like 'raat', "Preciate it," 

Yelena sits up slightly, frowning at her current position, and crawls over Ava, settling between her and John. She takes out her phone, thumbing across the screen.

"You can't complain constantly about not getting sleep and then use your phone in bed," Ava says absently, still looking down at her laptop herself.

"You’re one to talk.” Yelena scoffs, “And I'm just texting Bob," she finished, tossing her phone on John's stomach. He raised his hands in offense, but sighed and reached over to place it on the nightstand to his right. 

The bed is huge, sure, but by the time Bob joins them it's a touch crowded. Still, Bob had a knack for making himself smaller, for better or for worse, and latched onto John's side along with Yelena.

"Ava," John isn’t sure what to do with his hands, "Take one of them please,"

"I'm busy," She says, fingers sliding across her trackpad, "You did this to yourself,"

Yelena starts to snore, and John lays back to accept his fate.

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Thank you for reading!

Also see nearly 3k words of polybolts smut 👀

[padchai]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65622859/chapters/170689774

Back at it again with the (queerplatonic) polybolts and melval for chapter 3 of my Thunderbolts texting AU !! I love them your honor

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18+ Thunderbolts Fanfic Poll

My Thunderbolts brainworms have grown too strong and are now Polybolts brainworms, I wanna write them but I'm not sure what soooo...

The Polybolts in question are Yelena, Bob, Ava and John. I hc Bucky as more of a mentor/being in some complicated thing with Sam so he won't be involved.

Also, anything I write will be heavy with plot--these are all potential character studies that I also wanna have fun with.

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Polybolts poll fic #1: Ava

Summary: Ava pushes herself too far on a mission and launches herself into an episode of pain. But, the others are there to help her. And bicker. A lot.

A/N: Hi! I haven't forgotten about the poll :)) here's the fic for the most popular prompt! Thanks for voting :D

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Peeling Ava out of her suit was a group effort, especially given how locked up she was. Yelena unzipped the front, John wrenched off the boots, and Bob yanked off the gloves.

"It’ll be ok," Bob said, a quiver in his voice. Seeing anyone on the team in pain was especially hard for him, "S'ok Ava," he said again, pressing a thumb into her palm and rubbing small circles.

Ava nodded tightly, cussing as her pants chafed along her legs. "Sorry," John said, pulling the pants off the rest of the way as quickly as possible.

Ava weakly shrugged her shoulders, allowing Yelena to finally take off her coat. She squeezed her eyes shut as all of the mass in her body seized up, aberrating violently. She phased halfway through the infirmary floor, before clawing her way back up.

"Ngh, fuck," she panted, falling onto her side. She'd gone too far, but with Bucky and Alexei away assisting on one of the numerous humanitarian crises happening around the world, it left all of them pushing themselves too hard. A minute was her limit, she knew it was her limit...but people were going to die. And it would've been painful, a cruel toxic mist rolled into the crowded room of civilians. The perpetrators were more of the same, deplorable supremacists who wanted to "shape a new world" or whatever.

It wasn't the first time Ava had pushed herself too hard, and it wouldn't be the last. Sometimes it built up over weeks of her ignoring Alexei's suggestions for her to rest, but times like this were sudden. She had the choice to either act and endure otherworldly pain for days on end, or do nothing, and let others suffer.

Needless to say, she always chose the former.

But, with how often she did, her teammates found ways to help her. With mild cases, gadgets that Bucky commissioned from Black Panther herself to ship overseas usually did the trick. But in cases like this, it took all three of them.

Ava discovered her pleasure cancelled out her pain years ago, back when she was confined in her chamber, or her suit, constantly. Time to herself was sparse, but she took what she could get.

She was later in discovering things about herself than most people...most girls. When things went wrong, days blurred together, and the changes to her body were hard to pick up on through all of the noise.

But she remembers, at 17, feeling the roiling agony beneath her skin, and finding out she could replace it with something else. 

She kept it to herself, at least until Yelena. And with Yelena there was always Bob, and trailing behind them both came John. Whatever they all had, they'd fallen into it together. It was messy, but they always tried to help.

"What do you need?" John asked, hand resting over Ava's quivering one. She grit her teeth and sat up, resting her back against the wall.

"Just...get rid of it. Rip it out of me," she panted, "Like you always do,"

"Are you sure? We've," Bob wrung his hands in his shirt, "We've never seen it this bad and...what if...?"

Ava shook her head, "It'll be f-fine...this is only the worst you've seen it, I've deALT," she choked mid-sentence as another wave tore through her body, and ducked her head, "fuck–I've had worse. And back then I didn't have anyone to help me with it,"

They all were silent, but Yelena reached for her first, cupping her face.

"Just...let us know if it's too much, or it we accidentally hurt you or make it worse,"

"Yes, alright just please," Ava whimpered, raising a weak hand, "Please..."

Bob stood, "I'll get the uh..." he sped off in the direction of Ava's room. 

Yelena ran her hands up Ava's thighs, studying her expression to gauge the pressure.

"A-ah," Ava flinched, and Yelena pulled her hands away.

"No, no," Ava shook her head, "That was fine, maybe just a bit more p-pressure," she managed to push out.

Yelena nodded, and put her hands back on her thighs. Bob rushed back into the infirmary, holding a shoebox. The contents rattled as he set it down.

"Uh, which uh," he took off the lid and rummaged through the various toys, "Rose?" 

"N-no, god no that would be too much,"

As they worked out which one to pick, John stood uselessly to the side. He always struggled to find where he was needed, unsure in his ability to take care of someone. 

"John," Ava said, and John met her eyes, "Maybe, you could put yourself between me and the wall? Your...physiology makes you harder to phase through than most things."

John nodded, quickly taking off his armor. Ava scooted away from the wall, and John moved behind her, before sitting down and pulling her between his legs, her back to his chest.

Ava closed her eyes, feeling Yelena's hands and John's heartbeat, and hearing Bob's voice.

"Then, how about this?" Bob asked, holding out a small toy about the size of his thumb with heart patterns on it.

"Y-yeah," Ava said, reaching out to take it, only for it to fall through her hand.

"Ugh, damn it," she said, fingers closing around nothing. Yelena's hands fell through her thighs, but John was able to wrap his arms around her. He squeezed, and Ava grunted, snapping her body back to being corporeal before she started to slip through the floor again.

"You're like buggy GTA character," Yelena joked, as lightly as she could anyway. Bob laughed, but Ava furrowed her brows, "Wha?"

"GTA? The game?" Yelena said, looking at Ava expectantly. 

Ava shrugged, and John said, "It's a game series that glorifies crime and delinquency,"

Bob snorted and Yelena rolled her eyes, flicking him, "Yeah, ok U.S. War Criminal, just get her panties off,"

John grumbled, but hooked his thumbs under the hem of Ava's underwear, carefully pushing them down her thighs. Yelena took them off the rest of the way, and Bob handed Ava the toy again.

"Thanks," Ava said, taking the toy with a trembling hand. Her entire body was covered in sweat, and her breathing was still labored. She shakily pulled her thighs up, trying to find a good angle, before glancing up.

Concern.

She rolled her eyes, "Will you all stop looking at me like I'm some injured bird on the pavement?"

"Well, your situation just kinda seems shitty, so," John said, adjusting Ava in his grip. 

"Yeah well, I'd like not to be reminded of it," she said, cussing as the toy fell through her hand again.

"Ngh," Ava squeezed her eyes shut, bottom lip trembling, "Ok yeah, this is shitty…can someone…?"

"John's in the best position for it, again," Yelena sighed, taking the toy and putting it in his hands. 

John took it from her, scowling, "If it weren't for me she'd be stuck in the wall right now,"

"Yeah whatever…opportunist," Yelena scoffed.

"Ok, at this point just say you're jealous,"

"Oh I’m very fucking jealous–"

The banter continued, and Ava sighed, waiting for it to blow over.

"Uh, you have another of the same one, just with ducks on it," Bob held up another toy. 

Ava smiled at him, "Well, if you don't mind,"

"Not at all, never," Bob said too quickly, before blushing and moving in front of Ava, carefully pulling her thighs apart.

"—eight fucking times you tipped the Monopoly board," John continued.

"Because you are all plotting against me," Yelena said incredulously, pointing at herself with conviction. 

"Bob would never plot against someone," John said, but Bob added, "I mean, I kinda used to plot against people…a lot…to steal money…for meth,"

"Please don't talk about meth when your face is between my legs," Ava said, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Oop, I lost you," Bob said as Ava's legs fell. 

Ava groaned, "Can't hold them up and open…by myself,"

"I got it," John said, hooking his hands under Ava's thighs and carefully pulling them up and open. Bob mumbled a "Thanks," before switching the toy on, and reaching between Ava's legs.

"How's this?" Bob asked, running the toy along Ava's inner thigh. "Good," Ava said, "You can, ugh, keep going,"

Yelena took one of Ava's hands, and John rested his chin on her shoulder, looking down at Bob, "Pick up the pace man,"

"I'm not listening to you, I'm listening to Ava," Bob said, pressing the vibrating toy against Ava's outer labia. Ava's thighs flinched, she waved a hand, "Shush,"

"Sorry," the two men said, falling silent. The only sound in the room was Ava's labored breathing, and the vibrator, the sound peaking whenever it met her skin. They'd all learned that going too quick did more harm than good, and going too slow meant nothing at all. It was all about pace.

"Hhhah," Ava made a noise between pain and pleasure, tightening her hand around Yelena's.

"Sorry! Are you—?" Bob whipped his head up. Ava smiled, "I'm fine, I promise,"

Bob nodded, going from kneeling to all-fours, to the point that Ava felt his breath against her cunt.

"Ngh," she glanced down at Bob, biting her lip before saying, "Y-you can, uhm, if you want you can use m-more than just the toy,"

"And you call me the opportunist," John said, carefully spreading Ava's legs wider, making Yelena snicker.

Bob laid his hands on Ava's pelvis, pulling her forward towards his mouth.

"FFuck—" Ava flinched, thighs flinching under John's hands as Bob's tongue lapped at her pussy.

"Yup," John said knowingly, making Ava and Yelena glance at him. "What?" he asked, "You think we both just sit around helplessly while you two are gone?"

Yelena looked between John and Bob, then sighed, "Unfortunately, I'd pay money to see that,"

"Wef letchu waf fo fwee," Bob said, though his mouth was occupied, making Ava squirm. Bob looked up at her, "You ok?"

"Mhm," Ava nodded quickly, "Yeah, that pace works,"

"Do you need anything else?" Yelena asked. Ava met her gaze, her eyes flickering down at her mouth.

Yelena grinned, "Message received," and leaned forward to kiss her. 

John watched them dazedly for a moment, then blinked, "Wait what message?"

Yelena pulled away, laughing, "God, you are so bad with signals,"

"Yeah, because instead of signals you could use your mouth and form these things called wordsmmp-" Yelena shut John up with her mouth, and her tongue, and her teeth, then pulled away, leaving his mouth open and pupils blown.

"Now then," She said, going back to Ava's mouth.

Ava let her eyes flutter shut, feeling her lips quirk up, "First you, mm, tasted like spearmint," she said, "Now you taste like coffee,"

"He haf like fo cufs of coffee earwier," Bob said, leaning forward as much as he could to slide his tongue deeper inside of Ava. After a while, he sat up, humming and nudging the toy against Ava's entrance. She nodded, and Bob slowly pushed it inside.

Ava moaned and, when meant with cooing and praise from the other three, waved her hand, "Shut up, I'm not Bob,"

Bob frowned, "Hey,"

"Sorry—but it's cute when it's you," she said, adjusting her position a bit and tilting her pelvis up. Bob huffed, but ducked back down to lick at her anyway. Yelena took Ava's face in her hands, resuming kissing her.

"Scale?" John asked after a while, lidded eyes trained on Bob. Ava pulled away from Yelena and considered, looking down at her hands, which had been phasing erratically since it all started, "Like a 5,"

"Guess we gotta do better," John said, "Can you hold your legs open yourself?"

"I think so," Ava said. 

John nodded, "Good," bringing his hands up to her chest, "Would this be too much?"

"Not at all," Ava sighed, pushing her hips up toward Bob's mouth as John's hands went under her shirt.

"Sheesh," John said, "Your boobs are like, really sweaty,"

"Well excuse me," Ava rolled her eyes.  

Yelena swatted at him “Everyone gets humidititties sometimes,” and John swatted her hand back, "I never said I didn't like it—Jesus," he hissed.

"Just take your gloves off," Ava said.

"Already on it," John murmured. Yelena looked between Bob and John, huffing in that way she did when she wanted something more to do. She moved away from Ava's side, instead joining Bob between her legs.

"Hey," She said. Bob, whose mouth was a mess, swallowed and said, "Hey,"

"M'gonna," she nudged his shoulder, and Bob scooted over. Yelena looked down at his mouth, then at Ava's pussy, an expression of indecision falling over her face.

"Don't hurt yourself," John chuckled, lips ghosting over Ava's neck. 

Yelena finally made a decision, ducking and bringing a hand up to shove Bob's head down too. Ava outright screamed as two tongues began laving at her, "Oh–my god," She flinched, "Wait wait—" she squeezed her eyes shut, legs and pelvis vibrating, then phasing through the floor.

"Shit," Yelena sat up, "Sorry, we're sorry," she said. John loosened his grip around Ava's torso, cussing as her back slowly started to phase into his chest. Ava grunted with effort, sitting forward and bringing her legs back up, willing the aberration to stop.

"Sheesh, check in with her before you do something like that," John said, pulling Ava back against himself and holding her legs open. 

Yelena and Bob nodded sheepishly, and Ava panted, "It's ok, I'm ok. Just…one person between my legs at a time…please,"

"Yeah," Bob said, "Yelena you can," he motioned to Ava's pussy, and Yelena wasted no time getting on all fours. John looked at the mess on Bob's mouth and made a noise in the back of his throat.

"Bob," John said, "C'mere,"

Bob blinked, but leaned forward. He yelped as John's hand went from Ava's thigh to the back of his head, bringing his face forward until his lips were pressed against John's. It didn't start as a kiss, with John swiping his tongue over the mix of saliva and Ava's juices on Bob's lips and chin. Bob groaned as John pushed his tongue past his lips, and leaned in further.

"Shit," Ava sighed, letting her head fall against John's shoulder, "A-ah, mm," she felt herself throbbing against Yelena's mouth. Slowly but surely, the waves of pain had been weakening and yielding to the pleasure. Ava felt tears prick behind her eyes, but didn’t say anything. 

Yelena used her own hands to hold Ava's thighs apart. John, still eating Bob's face, went back to playing with her tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

"Scale?" Yelena asked, pulling away from Ava's pussy and wiping her mouth.

"Ough, unm," Ava's eyes were struggling to stay open, "Shit um, 3? I don't know—" she squeaked when John tugged at her nipple, "Feels too…too good, it's good,"

Yelena resumed her efforts tenfold, yanking the toy out and fully replacing it with her tongue. Bob was groaning, and Ava looked down to find a bulge growing in his pants. She brought a hand forward and pushed it between his legs. Bob's eyes went wide, and he pulled away from John.

"Ava, you don't gotta,"

"It's ok," she said, "I want to,"

Bob nodded tightly, pushing his pants down, while John rested his forehead on Ava's shoulder, still catching his breath. Ava wrapped a half corporeal hand around Bob, her lip quirking up apologetically, "Sorry,"

Bob shook his head, tilting his head back, Adam's apple bobbing, "God, please don't apologize," he said, voice quivering as Ava started pumping her hand.

Yelena was starting to get loud, and Ava looked down to find that she had her free hand down her own pants. The vibrations of her moans only served to push Ava closer to the edge. The others all knew she was close and started urging her with encouraging words of, “Yes,” and “God ahead,” and “It’s ok,” and “You’re doing so good,” 

"Ngh, guys," She said, breathy and tight, face heating from the words, "I'm gonna—oh god, Yelena—" her voice rose to a squeal. Yelena grunted, and Ava sagged against John as she came. Yelena hummed encouragingly, still laving at her entrance even as Ava squirted over her face. The pain cracked, then shattered, the shards swept away by the waves of pleasure. John moaned into Ava’s shoulder and Bob, who'd been watching the whole thing, collapsed, shoulder bumping against the wall as he came over Ava's hand.

"Oh my god," Ava said, "I didn't know I could—"

"Well, now you do," Yelena said smugly, her own mouth mirroring how Bob's had looked earlier. John cussed under his breath, reaching forward and pulling Yelena forward, giving her the same treatment he'd given Bob.

"Jesus Walker it's pussy juice not crack," Ava panted. John ignored her, laving at Yelena's lips, groaning in need.

"He's gone non-verbal," Yelena laughed as she was pulled closer. Ava's aberration calmed down, and she untangled herself from John's arms, letting Yelena take her place. Bob gathered Ava in his own arms, while John wrestled his and Yelena's pants off.

"Scale?" Bob murmured, pressing his lips to Ava's cheek. Ava laughed, tangling his fingers with her own, "Zero."

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New chapter for Val and the Crackbolts! The Thunderbolts and melval absolutely have my heart <3

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1st chapter of my Thunderbolts Texting Fic is out!! There’s lots of domestic chaos in Stark Tower, the gang collectively being queer disasters, and melval <33

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Just watched Thunderbolts like 2 hours ago, here are some headcanons because 2012 avengers core is the only good recession indicator we've had so far.

John and Bob both cook, but John cooks like an almond mom whereas Bob cooks like he's making a last meal every single time. John nags at Bob for making the team unhealthy things like triple smash burgers or loaded tater tots. He preps the team acai bowls, detox smoothies, poke, or something of the like--everyone else is just happy to be fed.

Ava loves pink, but feels she doesn't look very good wearing it--too scared to indulge herself. Yelena takes her out shopping and helps her work through her style, reassures her that she looks beautiful no matter what she has on.

Bucky and Alexei are the oldest, but Bucky is the most responsible. Still, they both take on caretaking roles for the others, and each other. Bucky will open the dishwasher to find his arm missing, only to find it propped up and holding granola bars or a bottle of water with notes like "Good super soldiers need energy to stay alert." or "Is no good to neglect your hydration." Bucky will remind Alexei that eating vegetables every once and a while is a good thing. (And John will really drive the point home)

Yelena, John, and Ava are combat weapon nerds, get in a debate about weapons at least once a week. They all geek out when they find an old dent in the tower lounge supposedly left by a dropped Mjolnir.

Bob's hair changes color depending on who's close to fronting. Void's black hair spreads from the tips, Sentry's blond hair spreads from the roots.

Ava phases when she sneezes--has fallen through the back of the couch multiple times because of this.

Yelena is always the one to take care of bugs. Despite the tower's world class security they always manage to find a way inside, much to John's chagrin (he has a phobia of most bugs.)

Bucky prioritizes one on one time with everyone, because everyone on the team tends to isolate themselves whenever something is wrong, or if their moods fluctuate. Talks Void back from shadowing NYC again, reasons with Sentry when his delusions get too steep, reminds Bob to take things one step at a time, tells John he still has plenty to live for, helps Ava remember she's more than her pain, reassures Yelena about her place in the world, indulges Alexie when he talks about his happier days.

Alexei is always making sure nobody is too hard on themselves both physically and mentally. Always makes sure Yelena, John and Ava aren't over-training, and that Bucky isn't burning himself out with PR work. Tells Bob every day that he is doing an astounding job.

Hi I wrote a fic based on the first headcanon

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