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Affection | Bob Reynolds x Reader

Summary: You're always extra affectionate with Bob but he thinks you're like that with the rest of the team until the Thunderbolts tell him that's not true

Word Count: 2.9k words

Content: fluff, confessions, physical affection

A/N: I started this 2 days ago and I was still writing while working so hopefully it's good for y'all:) Let me know what you think!

Bob had always thought that your affection towards him was the way you were with everyone. He had seen the way you smack John's shoulder when he says mean jokes to him. Or the way that you would hold Yelena's arm when you both would beg Alexei for something. But he thought that when you held his hand or brushed your fingers through his hair or even cuddled, it was just because you did it with everyone else. But you display of affection towards him was much more than everyone else's.

One early morning in the Tower, Bob had woken up to make some coffee. As he does usually. He hummed himself a little tune, peacefully making the coffee.

Waking early was part of the contract of being a New Avenger. Although you hated it, it was just the way of life around here. You got up sleepily, just wanting to head back to bed already. Shuffling your feet out to hallway, unable to muster the energy to lift them, you end up going to the kitchen first. Seeing Bob standing in front of the coffee pot made your heart swell. You crept up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling your face on his back.

"Good morning," you said tiredly. Bob smiles to himself, feeling your warmth combining with his.

"G-Good morning," he responds back. Every morning was the same. He makes coffee while you come up from behind and hug him, not letting go even when he's moving around the kitchen. You won't let go until he gives you a mug with coffee. This morning was the same.

Yelena walks in, seeing the same thing every morning. She smiles to herself and sits down on the stools behind the counter.

"Can I get a mug also? After you give little miss leech hers," she calls out as she sees you hugging him tighter.

"She's not a leech. She just like that", Bob defends you, already pouring two mugs with coffee.

"Leeches stick like that. To every move, like her. A leech", Yelena points out. You just huff in annoyance, pulling away and headed over to the stool next to her. Bob's smile faltered a bit when he felt you pull away. He never wants to accept it but he just wants to hold onto you and never let go. Have you wrapped in his arms and holding you close to his chest.

You sat down on the stool, reaching for your mug and taking a sip. The hot liquid hitting your lips and sliding down your throat as the aftertaste stays on your tongue. You moan at the taste of it, closing your eyes shut. Bob darts his eyes at you, a blush creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks. Yelena sips, eyeing both you and Bob.

"You always make the best coffee Bob," you sigh out, placing your mug back on the counter.

"I always do it for you," Bob replies back, sitting down next to you with a mug in his hand. You put your foot with his and swing it a bit. Bob had learned by now that no matter where you two are or whats going on, you will always find a way to be touching him. Either it's both your knees touching or you're leaning your head on his shoulder. You always show affection towards him.

After finishing up your coffee, you head back towards your room to shower and change. Bob headed back towards his, to do the same but also to hide the fact that his heart was racing. His mind was always being occupied by you. Every little touch you gave him, his heart would race. Mind filled with thoughts about you.

Today, you were going to train with Bucky. Although you were a S.H.E.I.L.D agent that got injected by Hydra with the solider serum, you still had to practice. Especially with Bucky. He was always pushing everyone to train.

"You have to keep pushing forward," Bucky says, dodging your punches as if he knew exactly where you were going to hit. You were getting annoyed by the minute. Not hitting Barnes meant a longer training. Just as Bucky is about to throw a punch, you dodge down and kick him in his abdomen with all your force. Bucky stumbles back a bit, holding his side.

"We can uh take a quick break", he coughs out as he walks over to the benches and sits down. You walk towards him, picking up your water bottle before sitting next to him. Shoulders barely touching. Both of you just drinking and breathing hard from the training.

"Do you think we can get pizza later today? I've been craving it since last week", you ask as you turn to look at him. Bucky leans his head against the wall.

"Yeah, we could. It's been awhile since we've had pizza", he responds back.

"I mean last time we had pizza, Alexei threw it to John and it ended up on the ceiling for a week", you laugh out. Bucky chuckles a bit, remembering that day.

Unbeknownst to both of you, Bob had been seeing your interaction. Seeing that you don't lean into him like you do to him. Bob walks away, thinking.

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After Yelena had come home from a mission, she had decided to paint your nails, as well as Ava’s. She had found the ‘prettiest blue’ during her mission that she took it and wanted to try it out. Yelena had practically dragged you and Ava out of your rooms and into the living room to start on the nails.

“See, isn’t this the prettiest blue you’ve seen. It’s all shimmery but not sparkly,” she says, holding up the bottle to show you and Ava. Ava had rolled her eyes, but was getting her nails ready to be painted by Yelena.

“I don’t see what the point is in painting our nails. They get chipped and ruined during our missions or trainings anyways,” Ava huffs out. She had already put her hands on Yelena’s lap first. You had started to organize the nail polish that Yelena has been keeping so far, putting them on display for her to pick and choose from quicker.

“It helps enlighten our mood seeing our nails like this. Plus we’re women, we have to embrace our feminity sometimes and we can do that with painting our nails, so which color do you want Ava,” Yelena asks, looking down at the line of nail polish bottles.

“I guess we can do white,” Ava responds back, blowing a piece of hair away from her face. You grab the white bottle, handing it over to Yelena. She opens it and starts to do the process of painting Ava's nails.

“Can you braid my hair for me? I can’t at the moment,” Ava asks, looking at you as she blows another piece of hair that fell onto her face. You nod excitedly. Ava doesn’t let anyone touch her hair unless if she gives them permission or it’s a death-life situation.

You head behind Ava, grabbing her hair from the front and pushing it out to the back. You comb through her hair with your fingers, feeling how smooth and healthy it is. You start from the top of her head, grabbing small pieces of hair and pulling out towards the back. As you start to braid her hair, Yelena had started to talk about how her and Natasha would always paint each other nails when they were younger.

“After school, we would come home to see Dad had bought us new nail polish. We would throw our book bags down and rush to sit at the dining table. Natasha would always paint my nails first then I would paint hers. Although I would always have different colors on each fingers, Natasha would always paint them without ever complaining about my color choices. But she would only go for one solid color for all her fingers. I always thought on how weird it was that she didn’t want to have fun colors on her hands. But now, I understand. Too much colors can be too much for the eyes.” Yelena smiles, remembering her childhood before the Red Room took her away. You and Ava were just sitting and listening peacefully, not wanting to interrupt her memories.

Finishing up Ava’s braid and tying a hair tie at the end, you sat back and admire your work. Your fingers ran down her braid lightly, feeling the bumps.

“Finished with your braid, Ava,” you say as you sit back down on the floor, next to the table where the bottles of nail polish are.

“Thanks. I like to keep it in a braid so it won’t get too messed up when I’m fighting,” Ava says while looking down to her nails.

“That’s why I cut mine. Too much damage and it gets in the way sometimes,” Yelena speaks out, pointing at her hair. You nod slowly, understandingly. Yelena finishes up on Ava’s nails and shoos her away. Already grabbing the color bottle that you want, you hand it over to Yelena before sitting down where Ava just was.

“Wow this is a pretty color too, Nice choice,” Yelena smiles at you, opening the bottle. She grabs your hand endearingly, not wanting to mess up and paint the sides of your fingers with the nail polish.

You can see the way she brings the brush over your nails, almost filling up your nail completely with the color, only going over twice. Her face steady with concentration. It’s already been 9 months since you have first met Yelena but now she feels like an older sister to you. The way she would stop John from pestering you to when she would bring you a bowl of sliced fruit to your room saying ,”We all need fruit in our systems, it makes us stronger.” Even Ava would sometimes just hand you a water bottle during training without saying a word. Being in a tower where it was mostly men walking around and coming along to guide you during missions, it was nice knowing you had two more women around you that had gone through similar experiences. Sticking close to each other was a must at this point, especially when the men living with you ask if it’s that time of month. More specifically, John.

“And finished, now it’s my turn,” Yelena says, closing the bottle and already opening up her new nail polish. You look down at your fingers, seeing how beautiful the color looks. You smile to yourself, maybe Bob would like this color.

Yelena already has her hands down on your lap, getting ready for her nails to be painted. Gently grabbing her hands, also trying not to ruin your freshly painted nails, you start on painting her nails. Doing the same motion as she did before, filling her nails completely with color.

Yelena looks up from watching you paint her nails and sees Bob standing in the kitchen, making himself something.

"Bob what are you making?" Yelena sits up straight and extends her neck, trying to see over you.

"Just some fruit," Bob answers. He starts to take out 3 more small bowls, placing them in a line. He cuts some fruit and places them into the bowl with a fork in the bowl. Carefully, he grabs them and makes his way over to the living room.

Ava looks up to Bob and sees him giving her a bowl. She takes it and thanks him, picking up the fork and sorting out the fruit. Bob looks over to you and sees you holding Yelena's hand. His eyebrows furrow.

"You can place them on the table. We're almost done here." Yelena point over to the table while blowing in her nails to make them dry faster.

You look over to see him doing what she said, gently placing down the bowls. Just as your finishing up her last nail, Bob sits behind you. He peers over your shoulder, seeing your work. You can feel his warm breath on your shoulder. His fingers slightly touching your waist.

" All done." You grin, seeing Yelena looking down at her nails. You lean into Bob, putting your back against his side and sigh. You feel him tense under you for a second.

"You can relax Bob, I'm just trying not to let the paint get ruined on my nails right now," you giggle as you show him your hands.

"W-Wow. They look pretty," Bob complimented. You can feel Bob move for a bit until he finally settles in. He wraps his arms and legs around you, trapping you with his body. Bob brings his hands to yours, grabbing them to look closer.

Both Yelena and Ava turn to each other and share a look. They both get up at the same time, picking up their bowl of fruit.

"I'm just gonna head to my room now." Ava smiled towards us and walked off, phasing away.

"I'm going to go see what Dad is doing cause last I heard, he was teaching John how to play goldfish." Yelena rolled her eyes and winked at you before leaving.

It was quiet but yet peaceful. Bob had been holding you for the past 10 minutes, his head buried in your neck. You had been eating your fruit while watching a show. You love being held by Bob. His warmth felt like a sunny day at the beach. You could feel the way his chest rose and fell back down when breathing. The minute Bob would touch you, you stopped everything and paid attention to him.

Finishing your bowl, you leaned over to place it back on the table but Bob's hold on you tightened.

"Bob, I'm just going to put it back on the table. I'm still going to be here." You turn your head back slightly. The grip on you loosens, letting you finally place the bowl on the table. Once the bowl hit the table, you feel yourself get pulled back into Bob's chest. A smile forms on your lips. Slowly you rubbed his arms, letting him go into a peaceful sleep on you.

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Bob had been woken up by the screeching sound of a chair being pulled out. He opens his eyes and looks around. He sits up from the couch and rubbing his eye.

"Did I fall asleep on the couch last night," he asks looking behind him to see everyone except you at the table. Already eating.

"Yeah, you and your other half did," John responds while chewing on his food.

"O-Other half?" Bob gets up from the couch, stretching his arms up. His shirt rides up, exposing his v-line.

"Don't play dumb. You know who. Who else would be cuddling with you?" John goes to drink his coffee while eyeing Bob.

"Well she cuddles with everyone, doesn't she?" Bob walks over to the table and sits down at one of the open chairs, looking over the food options.

"No. She only does that with you Bob. All the holding hands, looking at each other with love eyes, cuddling with each other and the rest of the lovey-dovey shit, that's all you two. She doesn't do that with us," John clarified, rolling his eyes.

Bob looks to everyone, seeing them nod in agreement to what John had just said.

"I just thought thats how she is with everyone," Bob says, remembering the past week of how you barely give physical affection to anyone else but him. Soon his cheeks started to heat up. His heart was pounding rapidly.

"Bob," Bucky says, his voice stern. Everyone stops and looks at Bucky. His arms are crossed against his chest, showing off his biceps.

"Everyone in the whole Tower knows that you two are in love. We can see it very much. Just ask her our already. And don't give me that 'oh what if she doesn't like me' bullshit. She does, trust me." Bucky huffs out.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, he feels hands come up to his shoulders and a kiss on his head. He looks up to see you smiling down to him.

"He's not wrong you know. Since the moment that we first moved in and you helped me with decorating my room, that's when my feelings started to develop," you admitted. A blush coming to your cheeks. Just staring into Bob's glistening eyes. A beautiful dark brown that you can never get enough of.

"Ugh just kiss already," Ava rolled her eyes and continued eating.

"KISS! KISS! KISS," Alexei started to shout out, banging the table hard that it started to make it jump. Everyone else tuned in with him, chanting it.

You close your eyes, leaning down to Bob. Your lips meet his, a soft but yet loving kiss was placed on his lips. Just as your about to pull away, Bob's hands come up to the your face and pulls you back down. He connects to your lips again. This kiss had a more exciting spark in it. Everyone around you shouted in excitement.

"Finally!" Everyone yells as you smile against Bob's lips.

Pulling away from each other, Bob smiles genuinely.

"Do you want to be mine?"

"I'm already yours."

[tashames]

Snuggles | Bob Reynolds x Reader

Summary: Waking up and finding yourself snuggled up with Bob on the couch, when it dawns upon you that maybe you do love him.

Word count: 1.6 words

Content: fluff, confessions, snuggling

A/N: This is my first time actually writing and post a fanfic about anyone. Hopefully it's good for everyone! I will be writing more now if this hits good :)

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It has been 6 months already living in the tower. Everyone has settled down now and the New Avengers are going in and out through missions, except for Bob.

Today was one of those days where surprisingly everyone was in the tower and no missions popping out of nowhere. Alexei and John and have been on the table playing cards for the past hour while Yelena was next to them reading a book. You and Ava were sitting on the couch skimming through the tv, trying to find something good to watch. Bucky was on the one-seater couch, fixing up his arm. Bob was in the kitchen, just getting a glass of water.

“Hey, look at this,” Ava called out, looking over the couch to where Yelena was. “It’s about a robot in the wild, The Wild Robot, huh.”

Yelena looks over and reads the description. “Seems like a good movie, let’s watch it,” she says as she’s already jumping over the couch and sitting between Ava and you.

“We watch movies together, like family,” Alexei says loudly, setting down his cards on the table and walking over to the other larger couch.

John grunts, rolling his eyes, “It’s gonna be a stupid movie, trust me. It’s a cartoon.” Bucky finishes up with his arm and leans back, putting both arms on the couch.

“I-I can make popcorn,” Bob calls out from the kitchen.

You get up from your spot and head over to a small cabinet, taking out blankets and handing it out to everyone.

“Why are you giving us blankets?” John takes the blanket from your hands and starts to open it to cover himself with it.

You look at him and down at the blanket with a smile, “Blankets are good with movies, makes you feel more comfortable.” Bob comes out and has serval bags of popcorns in his hands. You rush over and help me out with carrying them. As you grab the bags, you fingers touch his lightly. You look up to see Bob’s cheeks lighting up with a pink hue.

“Let me help you,” you say with a smile.

You’ve had started to develop feelings for Bob after the Black Out. Smiling at him and making small talk to spending time with him when you’re not on any mission. Yelena and Ava have called you out on having feelings for him and to just be upfront about them.

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Yelena, Ava and You were just returning from a mission that was only 3 days long. Just a simple, find target and bring them in. With Yelena being the Widow she is, she was best at capturing the target while Ava would help them escape and You would help protect them with your powers, using force fields. On the flight back home, Yelena had asked a simple question that had you blushing.

“Do you have a crush on Bob?”

You darted your head up, looking at Yelena with huge eyes as if you’ve been exposed. Which you have. You feel your cheeks start to warm up quickly. Ava folded her arms against her chest.

“She’s blushing. Of course she has a crush on Bob. Have you seen the way she looks at him,” Ava asks turning towards Yelena.

“Yeah I’ve seen. That’s why I’m asking. So do you?” Yelena tilts her head.

“I-I um I guess,” you stutter out.

Ava raises an eyebrow. “You guess? What do you mean you guess?”

You look down and start fidgeting with your suit. “It’s just that yeah I do like him but I don’t want to ruin our friendship, you know? He just started to open up to me but if I tell him how I feel, I’m scared that he’s not going to speak to me again,” you say, feeling a weight being lifted off your chest.

Yelena scoffs, making you look up her. She has a smile on her face, staring at you. “Bob not speaking to you? As if. That man has a crush on you too. Have you not seen the way he is around you? Or the way he stares at you when you come in the rooms sometimes? Or when he serves you a cup of coffee before he gets himself one,” Yelena laughs out.

You look towards Ava, seeing her nod her head. “Do you really think so,” you ask them both.

Ava laughs. “Think so, we both know so. Just be honest to him about how you feel. It’s so hard seeing you both trying so hard to not accept each others feelings. Plus it feels awkward when you both are just staring so lovingly into each others eyes.” You look between them both and smile, thinking about Bob and your feelings towards him.

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You and Bob have just gone back to the living room to see Ava, Yelena and Alexei on one couch while John was sitting down on a bean bag and Bucky stayed in his spot. The other couch was empty, leaving it being the only option for you and Bob. You look to Yelena and see her smirk. You hand out the popcorn bags to Bucky and John while Bob gives the other couch their popcorn bags. You walk back towards the couch and sit down, sliding the blanket on top of you. You look around, trying to find the other blanket you had left for Bob.

“What happened to the others blanket I left here,” you ask. Yelena and Ava both shrug and look at each other. You look up at Bob, smiling to him as you pat the couch next to you. Bob sits down next you, thighs touching. You stretch the blanket over Bob’s legs covering them as he opens up the popcorn bags for you. “Let’s start this movie then,” Ava says as she presses play.

During the movie, you had slipped your hand into Bob’s hand. Intertwining them your fingers with his, underneath the blanket and out of sight of everyone else. You smiled to yourself, feeling a blush hit your cheeks.

The movie credits were rolling as everyone just stared at the screen. John had been wiping his cheeks as tears ran down. Alexi had both his arms wrapped around Ava and Yelena, rubbing their shoulders. Bucky had been sniffling for a bit but no tears. While Bob had leaned his head onto your shoulder and was currently sleeping on them.

“That movie was alright,” John said, pulling off the blanket.

“Alright that it made you cry? John I saw you almost sob at the part where Roz left them,” Yelena pointed out while she stretched her arms, standing up.

Ava looks over to you and smiles. Yelena follows her gaze and sees Bob sleeping lightly on your shoulder. She quickly gets Alexei up, shushing him as he’s about to object to her. Ava grabs the blankets and leaves them on the couch while patting Bucky’s shoulder, signaling him towards you. Bucky looks over and smirks, shaking his head. Everyone quietly heads out to their rooms, leaving Bob on your shoulder.

You turn slightly trying to get comfortable but not wanting to wake him up. Bob stirs in his sleep, lifting his head up. “Oh I was just trying to sit better,” You tell him. He looks at you, his eyes softening. You smile to him, seeing his eyes looking down to your lips. You quickly stand up, the blanket falling off your lap.

“We should uh, go to our rooms,” you whisper to him. Just as your about to leave, Bob takes a hold of your wrist. You look back to him, seeing him looking at you with pleading eyes. In a swift motion, Bob has you laying down as he grabs a hold of your waist.

“C-Can we stay like this for a bit longer? Please?” He pleads. You nod and lean closer to his chest. You can smell his cedar wood 3 in 1 bottle, on him. Just then, Bob holds you closer and puts an arm over your shoulder, leaning over the edge to grab the blanket from the floor. He covers you both with it. You can feel his heartbeat against your hand, pounding rapidly. You feel your eyes get heavier until you completely shut them, letting the sleep carry you away.

You slowly wake up, opening your eyes and blinking a bit. A dark wool sweater is what you’re staring at. You look up and see Bob, sleeping peacefully with a small smile on his face. His arm is draped around your waist while his other arm is underneath your neck. Staring at him, you realize that maybe you should tell him how you feel about him. You love him with all your heart that you don’t want to lose him. Bob stirs a bit before waking up fully. He looks down, seeing yo stare at him.

“O-Oh. Good morning,” he whispers. You bring a hand to his cheek, caressing him.

“Can I kiss you?” His eyes widen at the words that came out of your mouth.

“W-What?” You shake your head and bring in your hand back down.

“Nevermind, it’s nothing. Just thinking some stupi-“ You get cut off with Bob’s lips on yours. You close your eyes and kiss him back. He brings his hand to the back of your head, holding you closer. You’re both kissing so softly but yet so full of love. Pulling away, he stares at you with a smile.

“Bob, I think I’m falling in love with you,” You whisper.

“I think I’m already in love with you,” he whispers back before capturing your lips again with his.