#marvel bob

“No?”

Yelena found herself staring in the direction of Bob’s room, he hadn’t come out of it all day. It made her skin prickle for some reason. The night before he was also acting nervous. Taking more food to his room that was more so than usual.

“Maybe you’re just imagining it.”

She found herself sighing, maybe even rolling her eyes a bit as she resisted the urge to punch John.

Meanwhile, however, she wouldn’t have been far off the mark as Bob found himself pacing his bathroom, his feet padding against the tile as he looked at you in his bathtub.

When you said you were a siren and needed to get to a body of water, you definitely weren’t kidding.

“Seriously? A bathtub?”

He waved his hands in front of himself, “what was I supposed to do?!”

“I don’t know- to take me anywhere! A pool maybe? Not a freaking bathtub!”

As the new member of the team, you hadn’t exactly been truthful about what you were, what you could transform into which of course caused you to lose control over your spell and turn into a mermaid on the couch right next to Bob who blinked owlishly at you for what seemed like minutes (but were just agonizingly long seconds).

In your panicked state and hearing voices coming, you asked to get you to the closest body of water, which (apparently in his mind) meant his bathtub.

“Bob! I will seriously sing to you and make you drown in this bath water!”

He guffawed, “you wouldn’t!”

“Don’t test me-“

Meanwhile, Yelena along with the others who had also gotten curious had went to his door, however, the closer they got, well…

They could clearly hear you both, your voice a bit louder than his and splashes of water sounding like thunder in the background.

*sniff* “they grow up so fast.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, John was probably the one that scoffed, and the girls made their own disgusted noises as Alexei was the only one who seemed happy for them.

Soooo, uuuuhhhhh, am I the only one making a theoretical connection. That this might just be Bob, the Hydra Agent?

I haven’t seen anyone else talking about it so I wanted to bring it up.

ya’know…. This guy

It would make sense with all the popularity of the Deadpool movies. And it seems that Peter has replaced Bob as Deadpool’s sidekick. I would presume they didn’t want a reformed Hydra agent to be in those movies.

But maybe Bob has moved forward to become a Thunderbolt instead?

More Bob ft. Deadpool and Wolverine below:

Antonia: *clicks pen in response*

John: Stop that.

Bob: Stop what?

John: You’re talking about me in Morse code!

Bob: Yes, that’s what we doing. In our very limited time, we took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you. Congrats, you figured us out!

*later*

Drawing Bob from thunderbolts 👁️👁️ (wip)

HIS DRUG — R. BOB

TW – manipulation kinda(?), bob is a boob guy in this, mentions of drug, bob being a pervert, bob being weird, bob being creepy. bob.

AUTHORS NOTE – i wrote this at 4 am i had to get it out. idk if i like it but i been wanting to write for marvel for sooo long! also this is in celebration of thunderbolts coming out in digital.

bob liked the avengers tower.

it was spacey, let him have time for himself. but it also kept him close enough with his new friends!

but he also liked–loved, LOVED whenever you popped in. it was always random, and it was always sneakily. he doesn't really know what's your background, why you know bucky. something about being friends with him and captain america is what walter said, but he also heard yelena say that you were there at the prime of the avengers, you were like the baby of the avengers.

you would either walk in hanging off bucky's arm, helping him take his metal arm off etc.or you would be with yelena, and obviously, were yelena is he is most of the times.

so its only obvious that he got time with you. you were like a girl straight out of his dreams when he was on meth. so bubbly, sweet, innocent. constantly wearing pink and white. and even when you weren't wearing pink or white, you looked so good.

and he specially loved how you constantly babied him, asked him if he was okay, sometimes going as far as hugging him to the point were his face was buried in your breasts. you saw him as the baby of the thunderbolts, and while you coddled and cared for him, he was imagining himself completely ruining you with his cock.

but you were the thunderbolts darling. he couldn't touch you even if he wanted to, you constantly had the attention of one of the members. but he reached his limit when walter got a bit too close to you.

but the thing is, you never looked at any of the members that way, never pushed yourself into any of them. it was bob's own sick mind making it seem like you were being preyed by everyone else.

and while he's proud to say he's clean, that he's doing much better and far from ever waking up the void, you make something inside of him twist in an ugly way. he couldn't lose you after all, you quelled the voices in a way. but you also drive him absolutely insane.

a good insane. a type of insane that's way better than making half of the population disappear.

yelena noticed once, that same time while you were talking to walker, she looked at bob and she saw him basically tweaking out.

his fists were clenched, his chest was heaving, basically he was trembling in rage. she smirked, finding the whole ordeal incredibly funny. she called out your name, standing up. "bob isnt feeling okay, and you know just how to make him feel better. can you help?" her words were laced with tease, but you couldn't catch onto it.

but bob did. he opened his mouth to protest but you were already sitting by his side and yelena was dragging walter away. "are you okay?" you frown, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. "uh yeah, yeah im fine now." he smiles, not being able to restrain himself from melting to your touch.

you did baby bob more than the others, or atleast payed more attention to him. part because you didnt want him to get...dark again. but also because he was a baby in your eyes, he melted into your arms like a baby.

because you didnt know how dark his mind was inside.

yeah you knew he was an addict, but did you know he constantly peeks at you when you change? that he jerks himself off at the thought of you? that he fucks his pillow while imagining that it's you he's pistoning into? you dont. and he intends not on keeping it that way.

"i take my eyes off of you for a few seconds and you're all needy?" you giggle, and he leans further into you. "i know." he smiles sheepishly, taking the liberty to bury his face into your breasts. he loves taking advantage of the care you give him, not that he would ever try to do something that makes you uncomfortable, but he loves testing the line of boundaries.

more specifically because he can get away with anything with you.

you smile, running your fingers through his hair. "can we go to bed?" he asks with the quietest voice he can muster. "please?" you nod immediately. anything to make him happy.

he ignores yelenas gaze as he drags you to his room, and in less that a couple of seconds he's taking your shirt off. laying ontop of you before resuming his position. his face between your breasts, nose and mouth pressed against the warm flesh of your right boob.

you're red, super red. but you like that he finds 'comfort' in you. even if his big hands on your bare waist does make you squirm slightly. "you're so comfortable." he hums, gazing up at you before giving your breast a slight squeeze. "specially these, i love these." he sounds like a pervert. any girl in your position would be grossed out. but you arent, partially because you're used to him being like this, but also because you love his attention.

"im going to take a nap." he declares, nuzzling his mouth against your breast, resisting the urge to just pop one into his mouth. "you should sleep too. because you're not leaving from here." you giggle before nodding softly. "o-okay?" you gulp, burying your face into his hair before closing your eyes.

he has you right where he wants you. he could easily take advantage of you, but he isn't ofcourse! he cares about you. and as pervy as he seems, he wants to take his time with you.

maybe soon he'll get to see you fall apart in his arms, just not right now. "goodnight." he whispers, running his hand up to your neck to softly grip it while also caressing it.

one thing is for sure tho, you're completely and utterly his.