hii! Could you write for Bob from Thunderbolts? Like, reader is part of the Thunderbolts too, and they see Bob as a father/older brother figure
My attempt on an older brother figure Bob scenario! I do not have a good one of these so I'm sorry if its cringe. And you did send it twice but its okay dw about it <3
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The mission was a mess, everyone had to switch positions at the last second. It left you stuck with the disposal; there was no real way you were told to do it, just to make sure it gets done.
Of course the obvious answer was fire, which is what you told the rest of them you would be doing over your earpiece before it fell out. You had everything in a small pile on the roof, the box of matches in your hand ready to be lit when you heard him behind you.
"What are you doing?!" Bob's normally quiet voice was suddenly booming, managing to reach your ears through the gunfire below.
"Disposal Robert, that's what I'm doing now." You groaned, striking the match while staying turned away from him. Bobs footsteps grew closer as you were about to light the starter. Before you knew it his hand was wrapped around your wrist, keeping it from doing your job. "Bob I swear."
"Is everything in that pile?" He cut you off.
"Yeah? That's the whole point of disposal?"
Without giving you an answer, Bob blew out the match getting dangerously close to your fingertips. He had that look on his face, the one that always screamed 'older brother' that he only used against you.
It'd been like that since you joined the team. Bob had instantly attached to you, playing into that "slightly mean but caring" role. It was nice when it came out at the tower, bringing you your favorite drinks without being asked or wanting money, but when it came out during stressful moments on missions you were ready to kill him.
"I am fully capable of doing my job you-"
"Laptops and phones have lithium batteries in them." He cut you off, again.
"Okay?" You tried to hide the confusion in your voice but Bob caught on."
He walked over to the pile, digging through the insane amount of papers and folders. Every time he found something not made from trees he threw them off to the side. You watched him take apart your haphazard pile for god knows how long, the gunfire below starting to fade out.
"Lithium batteries explode when on fire, full on kaboom." Bob had a monotone type of look on his face as he turned to you.
"Oh shit." You mumbled.
"Yeah oh shit." He made his way back over towards you, the electronics now far away from your original pile. "You can light it now. We can toss the other stuff after we get back to the tower."
You did as he said, lighting the match and tossing it into the pile. As it burned you both grabbed the electronics, stuffing them in his bag before making your way down to the extraction point.
"Sorry I got mad at you." You whispered as you made your way through the mess the others created. "And almost blew myself up."
"Happens." He smiled at you, nudging your shoulder with his. "Next time though can you do me a favor and not do it again?"
"No promises."
