Scribble Dribble

An archive of all my fake scenarios. Obi wan and Namor are my boyfriends 😌 AO3 (scribble_dribble_writes)

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please make a masterlist I’m begging 🙏

Haha this is my first attempt at making a masterlist, so hope this helps!

I've attached the link to my A03 because everything is consolidated there.

Masterlist

Everything I write is fluff, angst or sensual romance. No smut.

Obiwan

Everything Obiwan - a collection on all the one shots I've written for him.

Conquered (on Hiatus) - a fantasy au with Obiwan as a Knight, Darth Maul as a warlord and the reader a Queen of a kingdom while being the last of her kind as a magical entity.

It's more Darth Maul x Reader but it wasn't getting any traction, so still debating if I should continue it or not.

Namor

Loveless (Completed) - a Namor x Shuri fic that picks off from where Wakanda Forever finishes. It also includes Attuma x Okoye and Everett Ross x Namora

The merman, the soldier and me - A one shot where reader is convinced she's in love with the winter soldier but that is only until she meets namor

Midnight Tides - just a late night cuddle by the beach wit Namor

Delirious - Namor x reader one shot request

Miguel O'hara

Miguel O'hara brain rot - A collection of one shots and requests I written for him so far.

General Hux

To save a mockingbird (on hiatus) - I began writing this story for Hux as a way to fix the sequels but then lost interest somewhere in the middle. I want to get back to it but haven't found time to finish it 😔

Ryan Ken

Plastic Hearts (completed) - a continuation for Ryan's Ken from where the movie leaves him. It's about chasing after dreams and becoming a self made person. Really had a lot of fun writing this one!

Buggy

The Sea Circus Captain (On going) - A buggy x mermaid female reader fic. You and him have a shared past but when you are taken away to be revealed as a lost mermaid princess to an island you never knew about, everything changes. Uses themes of second chance romance, longing, soulmates.

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Impermanence code - 1

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It was better to have been in hiding. But who am I kidding, I love that I finally get to do something. Grief is hidden like that, an invisible crutch, for years I was struggling to take my first step.

Now it feels different, as I stand out on this balcony watching a groove of orange trees, all printed out of pixels but now somehow real.

Where logic and code defy the rules of reality, there is suddenly beauty in 1s and 0s.

But if I have to think about the true beauty of code, I think about him.

It’s a feeling, warmth spreading through me, remembering the pixel sea I fell in. His hands wrapped around my wrist, driving me off to safety.

Whatever that was between us, existed in a feeling. Existed in our eyes, even though we were from different worlds. We were both internally built the same way.

However, he was off exploring the world and I often thought it was a waste of time daydreaming about someone who was now the same as any fantasy.

His postcards laid in my drawer in my desk. I had not written back to him just yet, or that even when I wanted to hear the sound of his voice, never tried to call him.

I knew of his location, being the owner Encom came with benefits like that. But what exactly was the point? It wasn’t like anything was explicitly said. So is it right for me to feel like a fool then?

When he first met me, I was the first human he got to befriend. But now, things were different. He could have met other women during his travels. He could have gone back to some lady’s hotel room for the night.

Suddenly every other thought following the very idea of him being with someone else made me feel nauseous.

He was a free man now, he should enjoy the delight of having finally received his impermanence code.

But why does it unsettle me?

I push it down and bury it with a gulp. Our lives were different now. He was there when I needed him and I was there when he needed me.

Now we were a memory.

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I watched Tron ares and my fingers have been itching to write something lol

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For more read Conquered

“It would be rather rude of me to not thank you for your aid.”, you spoke, eyes trained on the cutlery in your hand as you sliced through a roasted potato with such poise.

It was also not a statement born out of honesty but rather out of duty.

It was easier to fall back on logic, especially when your emotions have not been the same since you’ve been around him.

For all of two days, so far, it had felt like a year.

A familiarity and yet also an electric pulse. Whatever it was, it was not yours to decipher. All you knew, since when you were young, was that you had a kingdom to protect.

“Since when did we start to practice formalities?”, his voice simmered from the other end of the table, a mental chess game although, this sentence bubbled with humour.

“Since, now.”, you look up at him to give him a curt smile but his eyes were already on you.

The edge of his lip tilted up, eyes sparkling with something alive for the first time.

“Ah there it is, the daggers.”, he pointed his butter knife at you arching his eyebrow.

“I’ve missed them.”, he smiled and it made you look away as your knife cut through the piece of meat to hit the plate.

“Fine, we’ll do this your way.”, you reflected his smile, only there was no joy behind it.

“Send me back to my kingdom, or would you like for me to set fire to your most treasured silk curtains?”, you half pout with your doe eyes.

He took a perfectly balanced bite, his eyes studying you as he chewed calmly.

Overreacting would only make him want to play this game longer.

“We both know the true target for your anger is me, so let’s let the silk curtains be.”, his eyes glimmered with softness. It angered you just as it surprised you.

“Ever a mind reader.”, you retorted, angry because he read you well.

“I want to go back.”, you stated clearly, your interest never on the food on your plate but now it had entirely quenched your appetite.

“You are an even bigger danger to them now.”, he held his gaze steady, the danger now feeling very real as he watched you.

The letter would be on its way to the Emperor now.

“When did a tyrant become courteous?”, you drawled.

“When did a queen become selfish?”, his reply was instant.

“Selfish?”, your voice rose, who was he to reprimand you?

“You have rendered my kingdom, defenceless, out of your selfishness.”, you bit back.

He sat back in his seat, he was selfish and so were you, for different reasons.

He was selfish with the time he was wasting with you.

You are selfish for wasting all your time on Obi wan.

He caught himself, his thoughts splitting between, war and you.

Your judgement of him had always been true.

“The only way out of this, is through it.”, he wagered. Did that make him the villain? Trying to balance two desires at the same time?

“I know you do not prefer it, but we are bound by a mutual purpose.”, pathetic, this was a pathetic effort at bargaining.

The natural talent of lying came easier to that knight you adored, but not to him.

“A mutual purpose? You and I are not the same.”, your response was instant and it irked him.

How you were never weighing his long thought out plans.

“Oh, and what makes us different?”, he gave in. This was the longest you had both spoken.

“You are my enemy.”

He wanted to brush it off, but he couldn’t, he huffed.

“The ruler of chaos striving to bring peace? I rather believe in the emperor’s promises.”, you said it and laughed.

It simultaneously undid him and ruined him at the same time.

Why was this getting under his thick skin? You seemed to always get past his defences.

“You know nothing of me, to judge me.”, there was a lick of anger in his voice and you prodded on.

“I know enough.”, you shrugged your shoulders.

“And what is that?”, again, quick to respond, why did your opinion of him matter?

“You are soulless.”, you said it and watched his pupils turn into pin holes for a second before he looked away and it felt like a paper cut.

Like you spoke to soon.

He hummed, mulling your words.

“And you are heartless.”, he said, his voice softer. It gripped you, you looked at him. He looked at you, this silence said volumes and yet you were both inclined to argue about everything but address this energy between you.

“So be it.”, you got up.

“I am leaving.”, he cannot keep you here forever. You walked away, past him as he sat there with his eyes trained on his plate.

Stop, he wanted to be as he had always been. To not care, to turn over the last piece for the sake of his plan.

Stop, the voice in his head telling him to get you to come back.

You were the bait on the end of his lure and now his mind was chaos. The years he spent broken in a cave seemed to be better.

So be it, if she wants to complicate this, let her do so.

He sat there, his grip around the silver cutlery was slipping.

Moonborns were rather difficult to understand. They spent their lives being misunderstood, mostly because their magic was unique to them.

Maul always had a unique passion for fine things, his lair was full of them. But you. You were the finest.

His breath hitched in his throat, his veins turning cold at the thought of losing you. What was this miscalculation? The warmth that spread across his collar bone as he thought of the deep brown of your eyes.

Silver was always the one metal that didn’t seem to mind his magic. But as he turned to look at the unusual sensation in his palms, he gasped.

The fork was no longer silver, it was now crystalline as it caught the light.

He brought it close to inspect it, to study it when a sudden fear gripped his heart, some sort of vulnerability.

His magic had never brought forth anything beautiful and now this fork sat as some sort of proof. He dropped it back on the table.

He pushed away from the table and took off running after you.

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His mechanisations twitched as though they were out of control. It happened when panic set in and it was setting in when he felt the warmth in his hand.

Sleep ripped away from him a blindfold that that been pulled away, eyes wide as he caught sight of your hand still in his, his ears burned and perked up, this was out of bounds.

His directive was simple, his plan was clear, he had to find you. He looked at your peaceful form, an arm’s length away from him.

He had found you.

Now he had to deliver you to the Emperor. The plan was in motion, nothing was in his control and yet, he wanted to control it. The irresistible urge to be a usurper. To change fate as though it favoured him. He had been looking for you for ages, through torment and pain, that in his mind you were angelic.

Now he had to give you away.

He was a pawn in this game much like everyone else, only that they could not see it. But you, you saw him with that clarity, the very same he possessed. His gaze fell to your palm nestled in his. You hated him. He was certain of it.

Then why did this harmless interaction prick him still? A rose and all her thorns, much like him. Although he knew he wasn’t all that beautiful, compared to you.

If the world was different and if he wasn’t a war lord and you the queen of a kingdom that held steadfast against the spreading darkness. He would be your garden, the night sky to hold your phases, he would be the lowest member in your court if it met catching glimpses of you from afar.

But, life was set out to be different.

His blood simmered as though he was a catalyst to the power trapped in you, this very moment, his moon born magic causing your skin to glow.

This touch so fatal and divine it felt like coming home.

It was dangerous, he can’t have anyone else knowing the last Starling was in fact here, with him out of everyone.

He pulled away and the room turned dark and it was mortal agony. As though he had not witnessed enough torture.

He got out of bed and he heard his metal foot land on the floor, he felt you turn and he muttered a curse under his breath.

He was a disruptor, that was all he ever did.

The letter to the Emperor was waiting for him on his desk, half written, unable to state the last line, that he had found what Palpatine was looking for. He turned to look at you, could he run away into the woods? Would you run away with him?

A tyrant with a fantasy, he got up to shake it out of his system. This was for the greater good, he would risk his safety, he needed to be ahead of the Emperor’s schemes and this was the only way to do it. To give up what he admired most.

He was part man, part machine, part magic, you were the only one who made him feel real, even if it was for only a moment.

He picked up that pen, he felt his anger surge as he remembered what Obi wan had done, what this system had bound him to and what the Emperor had signed him up for. Fury edged the pressure on the pen and he wrote the last line and sealed the letter.

Your sleeping form, his softening eyes and a political rebellion all aligning at the same time. Now that was something he hadn’t planned for.

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Blurb from one of my old fics - conquered

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Silk sheets of the finest quality, fit for a king, you couldn’t quite make sense of how he rose to fame out of nowhere. Just like how you had become queen, duty had fallen on your shoulders before you could run. Would that have been the same for the warlord?

You pushed the thought away, a monster like him didn’t deserve the empathy. Sleep finally leaving you softly your conscience gathered details of the space around you. Tables filled with maps and strategies, walls filled with art and spoils from his filthy wars surely. Carpets and incense, you wanted to bring yourself to hate him but the more you did the more it became apparent that you and him were more similar than you had hoped to be.

Atleast his taste in the right aroma was worth noting. You inhaled the earthy scent as you stretched feeling the taut pull of bandages around your waist. Looking beneath the sheet, you caught yourself wrapped in his black silk robe. Heat flushed to your cheeks and then it sunk in, when you felt the weight tip to your left on this massive mattress.

He was fast asleep. In this state of rest, he looked less like a tyrant and more like a boy with markings on his face. It struck you, the same feeling with which your council looked at you, a girl parading around with a crown. Curiosity, pulled you to edge closer to him.

He was murmuring as though he was drunk but you couldn’t smell the liquor on him, in fact he smelled even more divine, like leather and musk.

You remembered the incident from last night vaguely, his healing touch and moon born glow, his amber eyes turning soft in the blue light as he patched you up. But just as innocent as it was, there was a flame that stayed lit, a call for connection, some pull that kept bringing you back to him. His words softer than ever, his eyes full of concern he never lets bleed over. The way he stilled when he anticipated your wrath, it made you pause. His steady fingers skimming over your skin like even touching you would make him feel something and that was dangerous.

That was the beauty, both of your tip toeing around something that was definitely brewing, you were going to snuff it out.

He moved and the cover slipped down exposing his shoulder blades and biceps that could reel in a chariot. Yet he was here peacefully asleep. Was he plagued by nightmares just like you?

You furrowed your brows, you ended that thought as it began, there was nothing between the two of you. He had brought you here unlawfully, taking you away from your kingdom at such a time as this was enough proof he was plotting for your downfall as well.

You turned back to look at him, this fight between your heart and mind becoming more and more apparent. But when your eyes found his, they were open, heavy lidded but his attention was on you. Reading you like you were an ancient artefact he had been dying to find.

Eyes locked like you were having a mental conversation, why was it so hard to peel away. To move away from him, instead he was a magnetic field you felt so inevitably bound to. His gaze softened, pupils widening and you thought it was the effect of the pain meds he could have taken. As if he was stuck in some trance he reached forward slowly to take your hand.

Electric and stabilising at the same time. You had given your hand to be held with so many men for the sake of politics, then why did this feel all too intimate?

You let your fingers sit in his palm. He drew it closer to his lips, eyes not wavering from yours as he placed a kiss on the top of your hand. “Maul.”, you said curtly or at-least tried to, instead it came out as soft as a lover’s chiding.

“My lady.”, he whispered as he breathed heavily. His eyes turning drowsy, he held your hand near his chest as sleep took him again just as he winced from pain, you placed your other hand over your chest.

Why was your heart racing again?

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The Void - 9

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Bob x Yelena

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The flicker of the neon sign, the faint buzz of the city clung to the air as Yelena sat by the large window looking out to the street. The smell of baked dough and melted cheese swirled around her.

Sal’s was often empty around this time of the night, which made it the perfect time to come around. No paparazzi, no Val, no one to perform for, it was just them. A Russian girl and an American boy, taking comfort in the ordinary things for the first time.

It felt meaningful cause everything was real.

She turned to see him, his back facing her as he stood near the counter looking at the menu placing the order.

It was simple, no complications, fate had tried to make them twisted and yet somehow here they were, wounded but unchanged. There was beauty in that, the effects of the war they walked through could not be seen on them.

But the past comes around to haunt, like always, it’s there in the corner, she feared the loss of these moments even before they could be history.

What if Val was right? What if she did hurt him.

She heard his nervous laugh as he bargained to get a meal combo, it made a smile. The first time they were here, he stood behind her.

It tightened her throat, what if she was never made for the ordinary?

Would all this be her lying to herself? She could be called to fight at any moment, Val could set off the alarm and the world could be engulfed in chaos and ..

“So apparently they are out of our regular chocolate dipped vanilla bars, I got us the raspberry swirl instead.”, Bob approached as she regained her composure.

When she turned to see him as she faked a smile, she knew. It wasn’t going to get past him.

He had paused, his hand outstretched with the ice cream bar in his hand, his eyes focusing on her, reading her face to understand she was upset.

She took the bar and thought of something to say, something to not make him worry but it never worked.

He took a seat beside her in the booth.

“What is it, Yelena?”, he posed the question so effortlessly, his tone so gentle as always that she couldn’t help but tell him all her secrets.

She busied herself to open the wrapper but it didn’t budge, “It’s nothing too serious.”, she tried, the wrapped slipping her fingers again

“Just thoughts.”, she dismissed her feelings and grew impatient as the plastic end didn’t budge. She really wanted to try this new flavour and every small thing had some hindrance to it. Everything had a struggle to it.

She just want to eat the dang ice cream bar!

She felt his fingers take the bar out of her hands, rip open the wrapper and hold out the ice cream bar to her. The anger faded, she caught sight of his eyes again.

There was a stillness as she took it from his hands and settled into the rhythm.

“I want to know your thoughts, even if it’s not important.”, she heard him and it rooted her, to the now.

Not what she had to lose or what she had lost, the right now, which had him in it, which afforded her the peace of a lifetime.

“I worry. That’s all.”, she shrugged her shoulders.

“Me too!”, he smiled as though even in their thoughts they were synced.

“Fine, you tell me what worries you first.”, she tried to turn it around to back out of it.

“But I asked you first.”, he raised his brows smiling, pointing his half bitten ice cream bar at her.

She gave in, the worry had all but disappeared now.

“Fine. I worry all these ordinary moment we are afforded now could be lost. That I will run out of time.”, she was trying to put down her feelings into words, a hard task when you’ve never had to communicate them.

It made her feel like a fish in a fishbowl, everyone could see what she was feeling and that felt dangerous.

“Run out of time for what?”, he dug further as he disposed of the wooden stick and it made her feel squeamish.

What if she admits it? Then it would be too real.

What if she doesn’t? He’ll never know.

What if she did neither? She could just enjoy it as it was, on the brink of loss and the fantasy of something more.

“Run out of time doing things with you, being near you, not having you with me anymore.”, she spoke as she tried to chew on chunks of ice cream, which in turn made it difficult to think and she got sick of it, sick of this bottled emotion in her soul.

He watched her intently with a softness that can never be replaced, a baffled expression painted across his face as though he was certain there could never be a time like that.

The thoughts kept building, the questions kept piling, she lost control.

“What if I run out of time and I never get to finally tell you?”, she blurted and her eyes turned into alarm signs.

He leaned forward and her world felt like it was on the brink of collapse.

“Tell me what?”, he proded and her throat tightened again but she fought against it.

“Val said I could break your heart.”, she said, it had upset her, this entire time she had thought of herself as someone who protected him.

He hummed.

“You can’t break it, Yelena.”, he said confidently, as if he never doubted it.

“You were the first one to find it.”, he looked at her and it made her heart skip a beat.

She didn’t feel fear anymore, she found courage instead.

“And what if I’m never able to let myself fall?”, she asked.

“What if I’m always on edge and always on guard?”, she continued.

“Wouldn’t that wear you down?”, she spoke the words and found his gaze, life with her wasn’t going to be easy. She was giving him the choice, to back down, to tell her otherwise, she was unravelling and feeling alive all at the same time.

“Never.”, he said with confidence and surety, nothing was going to change his mind.

“What did you want to tell me?”, he looped back, now his eyes glimmering with hope.

“This isn’t the right setting.”, Yelena flailed her hand as her cheeks blushed.

“I think anywhere with you is the perfect setting.”, he edged closer as though he was immensely happy.

“You want me to say it here? At Sal’s?”, she huffed a laugh as she tried to control her racing heart.

“Yes.”, he nodded.

“Fine.”, she responded holding her hands together.

“Fine.”, he bit back a smile as he got closer to her in the booth.

“What did you want to tell me?”, he asked quietly but it held a sense of safety.

“Stop it.”, Yelena fought back a laugh as she looked at him, he sat by her like a giddy high school boy.

Suddenly they felt like teenagers at a pizza shop.

“I’m not doing anything.”, he laughed as he looked at her and the world looked a little warmer in colour.

“No you’re smiling like you’ve been waiting for this.”, she looked away.

“I’ve been waiting forever.”, he said it quickly as though it was beyond his control, it brought her attention back to him, the pause, the weight. It was important, not saying it would be denying him of his feelings when she felt every bit of it.

“Ok.”, she said softly.

“Ready.”, he responded as he sat up taller.

“Shush!”, she mouthed and he mimed locking his mouth and throwing away the key.

She turned to face him, in one hand she held his and with the other she tucked a stray stand of hair behind his ear.

Her beautiful lover boy. No one else could fill his shoes.

“If all our ordinary moments is what being in love feels like. Then I’m in love with you, Bob. And I never want it to end.”, she said it slowly, the world had stopped spinning.

All her secrets were out in the open now. No secret files were needed.

“Thank you, for trusting me this secret.”, he said earnestly, as though he knew what it felt like to get it off his chest.

“Now you can know mine.”, he said as he reached forward to caress her cheek.

“I’ve been in love with you since the moment we met.”, he said so quietly that it had been the very thing that had kept him awake at night.

Yelena parted her lips in surprise to what he had said and it felt beautiful, their meeting, their bond, it was all meant to be.

He leaned forward but still hesitated, unsure if she wanted this, if she wanted him.

She let the worries of the future stay there, right now he was here. So she pulled him close and that was the sign he needed.

At the corner booth like some cliched teenage love story, Bob kissed her, the neo sign flickered as though there was a glitch in time, somehow intertwining their complex lives together at the pizza shop.

It felt like her thirsty soul had plunged into the glacier pools, she kissed him back as though her life depended on it. Her hands tangled into his brown hair, his little muffled sigh ignited a spark as if he had encountered the bliss of satisfaction, some strong force that was needed to set their worlds up right, it was felt in his touch that had a feverish zap to it.

Sal’s was never a pizza shop after that night. It became the beginning.

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girl i just finished your obi wan one shots on ao3 and when i tell u analysed each and every single one. I was crying tears that drenched my bed sheets. I was listening to ethel cain over and over again until her voice is embedded into the indents of my brain. I love you and your writing.

Omg! Thank you!!! 🥹🫶

I’m so glad you enjoyed the read and my writing 😭

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The Void - 8

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Bob x Yelena

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Radio silence. It had been a week and Yelena had not heard from Bob.

Very usual given that they lived in the same place, they were bound to bump into each other.

What made it more apparent was that Bob was always around, he didn’t need a particular reason to visit her or linger around her. He was always there.

So to not have him around, Yelena felt the loss of his presence deeply. She bit away her nails in the anxious thought of what had gone wrong. In the time they have known each other, they had become inseparable.

She looked at the time, everyone was bound to be in the tower this late. She left her room to go scout the area, a few of the guys were out on the helipad with their food and drinks. Ava would have retired early for the night as always still there was no sighting of Bob.

Yelena tracked back to tower control unit, she didn’t feel like reaching out to the men given that even when they were sober they couldn’t string two coherent thoughts together.

The screen lit up and she scrolled through to their schedules. Val was in control of their roster given that they were spread between making public appearances, meeting secretaries and government officials, working on intel retrievals and occasional call for help. The ‘New’ Avengers were booked and busy.

Bob had always preferred to stay indoors but over the months he had often expressed his desire to become acquainted with the outside world. So it had begun then, their midnight stakeouts. Getting ice cream or a McDonald’s meal, talking about their lives sitting in the balcony, catching up on shows, walking through Central Park. His company in her life had become so intertwined that she could never think of a life without him in it.

Something happened the day they collided into each other’s lives, it changed forever.

She got a hold on the recent calendar and it looked like someone had deliberately put them on the opposite ends of the day, there was no chance of them meeting. She instantly knew who it was.

It had Val written all over it.

She clicked on the override rules and changed it around, when as she was doing it, Val texted her.

“Why are you playing around with everyone’s schedules?”

“I know what you did, just admit it.”, Yelena texted back fuming.

“Look, I was just looking out for him.”, the response was instant, almost as though it had been rehearsed.

“Protecting Bob from what?”, Yelena texted back knowing well what was hinted and watched the three dots rise and fall till there was an answer.

“From heartbreak.”

She rolled her eyes, Val needed to be in control of everything and her life had been turned into an object she can play around with. A second ping followed and Yelena looked back at the screen.

“I can’t have my team dismantling over some high school drama.”

Had Bob said something of significance to someone else? Had Yelena accidentally hurt him.

The questions poured in and in this instance every single one of them made sense. His disappearance, his distance and his sudden change.

She put the phone away as she eased herself, there should be an explanation. Before she turned off the unit, she checked for when he was supposed to be back and it was rather soon.

She couldn’t sleep anyway, especially not after harbouring the very faint possibility that she could have been the one who caused all this. Yelena held her head in her hands, why could she never prevent herself from breaking something that was good?

She heard the sound of his boots in the hallway and perked up. Almost as if it was instinct, she followed him. She caught a glimpse of his golden cape and fear took a hold of her. Had he embraced the Sentry as a whole? Maybe it had been the void. Maybe that was the cause of this rift.

He got to his room and she followed suit.

“Where have you been?”, she asked and flinched, her tone was harsher than it was normally.

“Oh my god, Yelena.”, Bob jumped, a hand on his chest as he smiled at her.

Her mind swirled, one part of it calling her a control freak while the other melted in his presence.

Gold was his colour, he looked radiant, his hair was perfect, what was this surge of emotions? why had he not come by?

Thoughts, all these thoughts over loading her, so she crossed her arms and stood still. He couldn’t know this was her true state, her anxiety was taking over.

“Val made sure our schedules don’t match and I’ve got a lot more social events than I would like.”, he spoke as he removed his cape moving towards her.

The suit detailing out his form, she remembered when she had seen him for the first time in it, she felt flustered.

“You never told me. You didn’t text me. You went silent on me.”, she stepped towards him.

He’s not going to be fond of you now, a though flashed.

Accusing him for everything, another thought followed and she withdrew instantly.

But this was the ease, there was no sight of disturbance in Bob. He put away the cape as he got closer, Yelena stepped away as though she felt unworthy.

It didn’t stop him, he reached for her and pulled her close, his lips finding their rightful place as he kissed her forehead.

“I missed you too.”, he spoke the words and instantly her thoughts vanished. The weight disappeared and the tension was erased.

It was as though a week had not passed or that they had been separated, everything was right.

She snaked her arms around him and held him tightly, her mind finally resting.

“Want to get pizza from Sal’s?”, he asked gently and Yelena felt her eyes tear up.

She broke away from the hug to look up at him and nodded.

“Alright, let’s go.”, Bob smiled, holding on to her hand as he led her out the door.

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The Void - 7

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Bob x Yelena

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He stared at the ceiling, the attic felt out of place. It had once been familiar but now it felt like an illusion.

He knew it was an illusion.

He’d been drifting in an out of these rooms the more he used his power or tapped into it. A part of him was always afraid and then another part of him was braver, to sit in the silence, to let Yelena’s words surround him.

To remind him as often as he needed.

He heard his father yell through the cracks, he felt the slight flinch in his body when the plates crashed but it didn’t carry the same significance it had once did. He didn’t have an alternate version to combat this image of his dad.

But now he did.

He watched Alexei interact with Yelena, this man who easily could break every bone in a regular human’s body, would hunch over and laugh loudly along with his daughter. What he found absurd was that they were never related by blood, when they were inseparable.

To Bob, they were the embodiment of a family. He would hover around the periphery of their interactions and the moment Alexei spotted him, he would reel Bob into this cocoon of laughter and it filled him with a sense of belonging. Of deeper understanding that this was what he missed out on.

Bob looked through the cracks at his younger version and heard Yelena’s voice.

So young and brave.

Why had he believed he was weak this entire time?

Why was standing up for what was right a weakness?

Now when he looked at his younger self, he did it with patience and love.

The only reason he dreaded being here was running into him, the alternate version of him. He feasted on his fear. Maybe since there was nothing to fear about, he had probably vanished.

But when Bob felt the cold, he knew he spoke too soon.

“Searching for me?”, the whispers surrounded him.

“Your girlfriend isn’t around to protect you.”, yet another jab.

Bob got up slowly, dusting his hands, keeping his eyes stuck to the floor. He didn’t want to amplify his fear and yet his heart began to race. He felt the stutter as he searched for words.

“Wh..wh..what do you want?”, he held onto the edge of his sweater. The rough texture keeping him grounded.

“I was hoping to meet you. It’s been a while.”, the void laughed and Bob took a step back.

But even with being in the same room, Bob could feel the void had grown weaker.

“You’re hungry.”, he stood taller as he placed his hands behind his back and heard the laughter die down.

“You’re waiting for me to succumb to your taunts.”, Bob looked up and saw the dark figure.

“You need me to survive.”, the void’s voice trembled and it was a funny feeling, he had never once heard a waiver in his voice.

Desperation.

“I don’t need you, not anymore.”, Bob smiled and the void took a step back, as though he was scared.

“All you did was keep me locked up in these rooms. Replaying memories that were bad for things that were out of my control. Let me play you a good one.”, Bob reached out and touched the wall.

It crumbled, the void was not in control anymore.

“Sssttoopp.”, the void hissed as the new room that emerged was brighter, the sun was shining and the sea was glistening.

Bob had always loved the beach but he had never gone, he hated how everyone there seemed to have a good time while all he felt were layers of emptiness. But his first time being there along with the rest of the crew, it was a new memory he had made. One he took solace in.

Alexei was busy making hot dogs as the smell of barbecue filled the sea salt air, Walker brought out the soda cans from his make shift cooler and handed it around. Ava set up the picnic blanket for herself which Walker then decided to squabble over. Bucky was set up on his foldable chair with a book in hand not quite interested in the commotion and finally, Yelena….

Bob’s heart skipped a beat everytime he got to this point of the memory. His most favourite, most treasured. Yelena was by the shoreline, her pants folded up halfway, her feet dug into the wet mud as the waves slowly lapped up till her knees. Her eyes closed, the sun beaming down on her face, her hair wild and free to the rhythm of the wind when she turned over to see him and called for him.

“She hates you.”, the void spits out but Bob couldn’t care. He was mesmerised, walking towards Yelena hurriedly, hope and happiness rising to the surface of his soul as he rolled up his pants.

The water was cold, her hand was warm, the void’s sensation was no where around him.

“You’ve got to step up your game.”, Bob laughed as he felt the wind against his skin.

“You’re not afraid of me.”, the Void fell to his knees next to Bob, a stark similarity to when he had last seen him.

“I’m not.”, Bob said softly and watched the Void shrink into the outline of Bob as a little boy

“Why?”, the boy asked, his eyes, two gaping white holes looking at him.

Bob stepped away from Yelena and crouched down to meet his eyes.

“You’re a version of me that had once been hurt.”, Bob spoke as he took the little boy’s hand. Yelena had done the same at a time he couldn’t even look at her.

“And I nurtured you till you controlled me with what you knew best. Our hurt and past mistakes.”, Bob spoke as he pursed his lips, he felt his eyes tear up. He never found the courage to do this his entire life and now he had.

“But I’m not hurt anymore.”, he smiled confidently, looking around at his friends.

“Your attempt to strike fear was out of the need to protect me, to keep me hidden and safe.”, he narrated.

“But now I am safe.”, he confessed as he looked at Yelena who was calling for him to step into the water.

“I can’t let you stay anymore.”, he looked at the kid sympathetically. A new vibrant feeling taking over him, a feeling of hope.

“I need to reorganise my rooms to let the light in.”, he smiled one last time as the void grew weaker and weaker. Bob leaned over, his love for himself had grown since he saw himself through Yelena’s eyes. He reached forward and placed his forehead on the little boy’s forehead. The light around him grew exceedingly bright till he heard the sound of sea gulls and the vacuum faded.

When he opened his eyes, the void was nowhere to be found. The world around felt like it had never been touched by darkness. So he ran towards her. Slipping out of his shirt as the waters embraced him, as her arms were held wide open for him to crash into. He finally felt clean, rid of any trace of darkness that once controlled him.

He stirred, the traffic noise from the streets of New York filtered through faintly as he stretched in his bed. The pillows were comfy and the light filtered through. That heavy pit in his body was no more. He felt in control for the first time in years and he knew it wouldn’t be the last.

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The Void - 6

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Bob x Yelena

All previous chapters are in A03

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She took a hold of his knuckles with an anger that felt misplaced. He got into a fight, he was provoked but he took the bait nonetheless. He bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes following her like a hawk. The softness always prevalent, constantly caring for her in unseen ways.

The grocery store run was a weekly errand, it was the most mundane activity they indulged in. It was supposed to be quick and easy but somehow had turned into an ambush.

Bob was sought after, Val’s many enemies had their eyes set on him and it put Yelena on edge. This constant fear that she could lose him the moment he set foot out of the boundary of their home. Her nightmares in most cases were about him, she couldn’t quite understand what this was, this overwhelming urge to make sure he survives. She held his gaze for a brief second and it was enough to change his expression, from worry into relief.

His knuckles had not bruised, a sign that it wasn’t his strength that he relied on. He had been getting comfortable slowly with the sentry’s power. Drawing from the serum when needed, she placed her hand on his cheek, checking his eyes for any signs of the void till she lost track. His eyes tracking hers and she felt the tug again. To give in and kiss him. She stepped away, clearing her throat and dropped his hand.

“I’ve angered you.”, he observed her mannerisms.

Many would assume he was attached to her rib, which in a way he was. It was because she was his friend. She looked at him.

Wasn’t it?

There was a small voice within her begging to think otherwise but she smothered it into silence. That was her longing for companionship clawing at her, nudging her towards what she slowly was beginning to feel strongly. He saw her as a friend, she mulled the thought in her head and turned away.

“You haven’t.”, she said half heartedly and he hopped off the kitchen stool.

Her thoughts found their way back to the ambush. The autumn leaves drizzling down them one second to it becoming a sudden fist fight. Yelena was the target to be taken out and he was marked for retrieval. The anger stemmed from the fact that he put himself in harm’s way. He knew well she could handle herself, he knew how quick she was in combat and yet, he took it upon himself to protect her when he was what they wanted. He used himself as bait to draw them away from her. They could have gotten to him because of his foolishness.

Yelena had blocked the first assassin but she saw the shift within Bob, she felt it, the instant shimmer of action. He had only just been by her side, innocent as ever, his hair tucked under the beanie she had knit for him, his oversized sweater making him look defenceless to then instantly reaching out and gripping the attackers hand with a crushing weight.

“Don’t touch her.”, his voice carried authority even as he said it calmly. There was an heavily implied threat in his tone if they were going to attempt to continue and target her. She knew he had been working on his combat skills but it took her by surprise how advanced he had gotten.

He wasn’t the man she strapped to herself anymore. He was an Avenger. He moved with a speed that was inhuman, he hugged her as he took the impact of bullets on his back, he grabbed for the gun and bent in half, the attackers were no match to his ability. He held out his hand and manipulated the cement on the pavement to trap their feet in it, immobilising them all.

She took care of the strays that still attempted to try and capture him. Even before he could call in for reinforcements to clear the scene, the rest of the team had arrived to contain the area. His immediate reaction was to turn to her. It was almost as if she was in the center of this all.

Her directive was to take him to safety but it felt like the other way around. He reached for her hand and drew her close to his side. Protective over her as his figure towered by her side. This was new. Being taken care of. It made her feel seen and weak at the same time.

“Something that I did has disturbed you and that very thought disturbs me, Yelena.”, he said with fervent devotion.

Friends, he cares for everyone, she thought.

“What is it?”, he voice softens, the distance between them grew smaller.

“You put yourself in danger.”, she turned to face him. Her brows furrowed with concern.

“They could have taken you away.”, she spoke and bit her tongue at the end of it to stop herself from finishing the sentence.

From me.

“They can only try and you know it.”, he looked at her quizzically. Reading through her defences easily.

“There’s more to this that you’re not telling me.”, he prodded her. She couldn’t escape his knowing gaze. She couldn’t lie to him.

“I can’t protect you anymore, Bob.”, she looked away. The root of shame was discovered which was now beginning to fester.

“And it frightens me.”, her voice turned into a whisper.

“Didn’t you think it frightened me?”, he said calmly but there was power behind it. A thunderous weight.

“To wield immense power and yet fear someone hurting you.”, the heat in his gaze was addicting. He traced his finger down her cheek.

“I was terrified today, Yelena.”, he admitted softly.

A mutant and an assassin seemingly carried the same fear for each other. She searched his eyes, what was the plot behind this, what were these feelings that took a hold of her actions?

“Why can’t you see it?”, he asked, a desperation hidden within the words he spoke.

“Why don’t you feel it?”, he asked, his eyes flitting to her lips, the question she knew the answer to that she couldn’t keep hidden anymore.

“I do, Bob.”, she reached for the edge of his sweater. The pull that existed between them, a connection she had never felt before.

“Friends forged through difficulty are precious.”, she stated holding his hand to which he held her gaze as though he was trying to read her thoughts.

“Friends.”, he mumbled the word again as though it offended him.

“Why won’t you let me care for you?”, he tugged her closer and unlike everything else in her life, she could never resist him.

“Why do you hold me at a distance?”, he continued, his questions all valid and yet she couldn’t give him an answer.

“What are you scared of?”, he asked and her eyes shot straight to his, as though he had hit the target, he had found the truth within all this.

She couldn’t escape this time, she could weave her way out of this. He deserved the truth but there was no easy way to do it. To say it.

“Anyone who has cared for me”, she paused, his gaze intently fixed on her.

“At some point, have been taken away from me.”, she found the courage to finish that sentence.

There was silence, as though he was digesting what she had shared. But when he spoke, he spoke with a sense of hope.

“Fate can only try, Yelena.”, he smiled softly.

“It cannot separate me from you.”

“But it appears you don’t seem to trust me about it.”, he pursed his lips as he looked heartbroken.

Had she pushed him away?

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against her temple. He lingered there for a second.

“Trust me with your heart, Yelena.”, he spoke against her skin and the chains that were wound around her heart for years, rattled loose.

He stepped away from her and she instantly missed his warmth.

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The Void - 5

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Bob x Yelena

All previous chapters can be found on tumblr and A03

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He felt the slight swirl as he regained consciousness. It was always disorienting and he had hoped with time it would get better but it didn’t. Like stepping out of a rollecoaster, his eyes and limbs adjusted to the world around them. He could feel the soft plush couch cushions beneath him and his arm holding onto to something.

He looked down to correct himself. He was holding someone.

His eyes softened, she looked peaceful as she slept, no sign of sadness, her face held a certain disposition that he always compared to sunflowers. His favourite flowers, he would always get them for his mother from the local grocery store all in the hopes it would erase the tension at home.

Right now, he didn’t want to move out of the fear that he might wake her. But as noble as that thought was, selfishly, he wanted to keep her to himself. When she was awake, her attention was demanded by everyone else, and it was hard to compete with that, he could never demand anything from her. He wouldn’t. So there was a lot of waiting around till she found him again.

So instead of breaking this moment that had found him, he made use of it. To stay in it. He gently pushed away a strand of hair that was out of place and held her steady. He understood her grief, all this love she held for her sister remained bottled up.

He was the same. Some parts of his life, he could never talk about. He could never comprehend a life in which he had never crossed paths with Yelena. It felt like every small moment of his life even the insignificant ones somehow was leading him to this very second. A butterfly effect. His dark times were set to direct him to his happiest days.

His fight was worthy, his courage was rewarded. He had found his person. This time he would do it right. A second chance at everything. He couldn’t believe it at first but now he did. She stirred in his arms and he held his breath. She had managed to wind her arms around his.

“Don’t go, Bob.”, she mumbled and he smiled. He thought of the promise her sister had told her. It was simple and yet so powerful. A promise to stay forever.

He wrapped his free arm around her. “I’m not going anywhere.”, he reiterated it. He would survive it all for her. As he settled into the couch, the gentle whisper of sleep called him too, which was very rare. He struggled with nightmares. But in this instance, he only felt tired and comforted, his heart full from having met Nat and watching Yelena be happy.

His eyes sealed shut, his arm stayed wrapped around Yelena and the world was a perfect bubble distant from anything that could hurt them both.

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Alexei stumbled into the living room with a great notion of yelling, just for the fun of it when he caught himself. His eyes falling to what was in front of him, in the couch, Yelena fast asleep over Bob. He gasped and reached for his phone. But before he took a picture, he admired them both. He knew what Bob had fought and he knew very well what Yelena had been through. To now see them be each others safe haven could move any man to tears. He wiped away at the single tear that found its way down his cheek to get his camera to refocus.

“Where’s the stay at home dork?”, Alexei heard Walker stomp through the hallway.

He shushed him, to which Walker raised his eyebrows as if to question what he was so pressed about.

“What? He said he would beat me in chess.”, Walker continued to talk loudly as he put away his shield.

“No one beats me in chess.”, he huffed and Alexei continued to shush him. Walker rolled his eyes as he joined him to soon understand Alexei’s behaviour.

“Ohhhhhh.”, he drawled.

“How….endearing.”, he said dryly but everyone knew Walker meant well, he had made progress with his wife and mended his broken marriage.

“It’s so cute I’m going to take a picture and frame it.”, Alexei chuckled.

“I don’t think Yelena would like that.”, Walker interjected.

“She wouldn’t know.”, Alexei stated as he struggled to get his camera to focus.

“Unless you tell her.”, He narrowed his eyes at Walker.

“I’m not that petty.”, Walker fought back as Alexei huffed.

He finally got his phone to work and clicked the button when the action had caused for the flash to go off followed by a loud ‘click’.

Yelena and Bob stirred. Walker instantly took a step back into the corridor and Alexei hid behind the door. For a few seconds, no one moved, till the individuals who were sleeping didn’t move.

Walker and Alexei breathed a sigh of relief. “If they had woken up, I would have blamed you.”, Alexei grumbled.

“Me? Not your pre historic phone?”, Walker argued like an eldest son would with his old father as they slowly moved away. Their squabbles dying down and letting the two on the couch to sleep the mid afternoon away.

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The Void - 4

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Bob x Yelena

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And there she was, as though nothing had happened. Seated on the couch, flipping through channels on the television as she called for Yelena.

It was a memory, a cherished one. Yelena gasped quietly, she thought she had forgotten it all. Her eyes brimmed with tears when Nat looked straight at her.

“What’s wrong?”, she asked, concern melting away her steel gaze.

Yelena was at a loss for words. Everything had felt wrong since her sister’s death. Where could she start? She had so much to share.

But instead, she reached forward and hugged her. Nat circled her arms around Yelena and the world felt right. It felt like home.

“Did you burn the popcorn again? Is that why you’re upset?”, Nat asked as Yelena huffed a laugh between her silent tears.

“No.”, she responded at first, reluctant to let go.

“Maybe.”, she added, knowing well why this memory was significant. Nat shook her head as though she knew what her little sister was up to.

“You stay here, I’ll make a batch.”, Nat patted Yelena as she broke away.

She felt like a teenager again as she troded after her sister into the kitchen. Nat always made the best bowl of pop corn.

“I could never get the timing right.”, Yelena remarked as she recollected, not wasting a second to be distracted by anything else.

“No it’s cause I’m more experienced than you.”, she heard Nat laugh and Yelena turned away, her heart twitched with pain.

When did good memories become tainted with melancholy?

“You’re right.”, Yelena’s voice wavered.

“You always know what to do.”, she continued, the emptiness from her grief ebbed through. The corn continued to pop through with intensity.

“Unlike me, holding onto too many things that I can’t get anything right.”, her lips quivered when the silence found its way back around them.

Nat pulled out the bag of popped corn and emptied it into a bowl.

“It’s never the timing, it’s the right amount of heat.”, her sister explained and Yelena fell silent.

“The warmth it takes to foster and care for everyone’s needs is more important than always knowing what to do next.”, her sister got closer as she held up the bowl to her.

“That we can always work out together.”, she smiled.

“What happens when you’re not here?”, Yelena fought back her tears.

“I’ll always be with you.”, Nat smiled gently.

“Where else will I be?”, she questioned as though it was absurd Yelena had even posed the question.

Yelena reached for the popcorn as Nat tapped the edge of her nose and it felt perfect, that emptiness now filled with her sister’s promise.

“Now come on, we’ll miss the finale.”, Nat dragged Yelena back to the couch when she caught a glimpse of Bob in the corner.

She patted the seat next to her and saw his face light up, he approached them slowly, his gaze flitting to Natasha.

He took the seat next to her as they listened to Nat talk about the show, out of the many extraordinary moments, Yelena loved the ordinary ones. She watched her sister intently, taking in her expressions and excitement, there was no return gesture that could equal to what Bob had done.

She caught a glimpse of his hand that rested close to hers, quietly she placed her hand over his and intertwined their fingers.

He held her hand with a solemn solidarity about how it felt to miss the ones we love. She rested her head on his shoulder as she turned to glance at him.

“Thank you.”, she whispered, watching his eyes flit to her for a brief second before he looked away, a shy smile spreading across his face.

She reached up to his cheek and planted a gentle kiss, she needed him to know how much this had meant to her.

His eyes dazzled as though he was revived with life, his cheeks turned red, he pursued his lips and nodded as though he couldn’t quite string a sentence together. He instead squeezed her hand in return and she settled again.

They watched the show with Nat and let time pause, as the soft blue TV light slowly faded away.

[windy-wooshes]

No but to be serious guys i didnt expect that movie to be that kind of good. I expected great fights. I expected complicated morals. I did not expect that movie to say i know everything seems hopeless but you dont get a choice, you have to try. I did not expect that movie to say when we are up against an impossible, unjust threat the only way through is freely given kindness and forgiveness. I did not expext that movie to say the real way villans win is by preying on those we’ve already decided are hopeless. I did not expect that movie to say we all have to believe we can get better. Please believe me we can all get better. Oh my god.

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If a person says they can’t believe the power of friendship won, it’s so cheesy, they’ve actually missed the point.

It’s a little deep than that, it’s about seeing yourself at your worst and being kind. It’s about sitting in the silence with your friend if that’s all they need. It goes to show that kindness goes a long way, it shows real friends are not scared about seeing your rock bottom.

I love it so much, it’s a superhero movie about heroes being human and therefore instantly has become my favourite.

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The Void - 3

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Bob x Yelena

No warnings

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She shuffled through her drawer to find a roll of tape but soon realised, she still needed to learn how to organise. She grabbed the item she was looking for from within the mess and closed the drawer as she fought a melancholic smile.

Natasha was the opposite, her room was always well kept. You could tell there was a set order that ruled her life, whereas Yelena’s was touched by chaos.

She fidgeted with the edge of the tape, lost for a couple of seconds, not sure why she was looking for tape in the first place.

“Is this your sister?”, she heard Bob and it brought her back to reality.

He stood in front of her desk, a photo frame in his hand. If it had been anyone else, Yelena’s immediate reaction would have been to grab the picture out of their hands and tell them off for touching things that wasn’t theirs. But to her surprise, she stood by his side to view the photo together.

“That was the last time I saw her.”, she reminisced. She smiled as she recollected a moment but held herself back.

“Tell me.”, he nudged her softly. But she never did this. She never spoke of her, if she continued to share pieces of her, soon she’d be left with nothing to remember.

“Let’s look at that shoulder.”, she quietly pulled away the frame to place it in its place and guided Bob to take a seat on her arm chair.

She felt the heat of his gaze, never leaving her face, boring into her. He didn’t want to push her and yet he wanted to know, to understand and get to know her.

He settled into the seat and she drew closer, this closeness between them had become normal. He held onto the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his shoulder when he winced again. Yelena huffed a laugh as she saw him stuck mid way, his arm over his head, his face lost in his shirt.

She helped him pull it away as it tousled his hair across his face. He smiled looking up at her, his torso in full view as he set his hair in place. Suddenly what felt normal, felt new again. She averted her eyes in the hopes the blush on her cheeks would stop.

“Hold still.”, she instructed him, he pursed his lips and nodded.

She leaned closer, sticking the muscle tape in such a way it would ease his strain. She did it all the time after a fight, it fastened the healing process. But the softness of his skin distracted her, the smell of clean linen, she felt off balance. Making matters worse, almost as if he could read her mind, she felt his hands on her waist as he steadied her.

“How it is that you survived a whole barrage of bullets and have somehow managed to mess up your shoulder?”, she asked as she looked at the bruises.

“If I drew strength from the sentry, I would heal sooner.”, he responded.

“But with everything that happened the last time I was him, I thought it would be better to stay away from it all.”, he continued.

“Have you ever tried since then?”, she asked, her eyes briefly looking at him to find his gaze already set on her. He looked away as though he had been caught. She stepped away, his shoulder was all taped up, his gentle hold still in place as she stood in between his legs.

“I didn’t want to be alone.”, he said with a sheepish grin. “When I tried to get into that headspace again.”

His fear was valid, it was quite intense last time.

“Your shoulder should be alright now.”, she gestured and he shook his head in agreement, removing his hands from her hesitantly. She bit back her smile, he never disputed anything she said. Always was in agreement, in tune. It was absurd how this connection had found her when she most needed it.

“It feels better already.”, he said as he searched her eyes. Somehow both of them still stuck in this threshold of each other’s worlds.

“Do you wish to see her?”, he asked, averting his eyes as he gulped as though he was unsure, as though he had overstepped his bounds.

It took Yelena by surprise, the good and bad resurfacing, the control over her emotions were lost. She wanted to and then held back. She looked at him. His soft spirit elevated the unease.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”, she said knowing well what he was willing to do for her.

He grew more confident, for her he would risk it. With her, he believed he was stronger, that he was good. The least he could do after everything she had done, was confront his past that lingered around him like an electric fence. Maybe together, he could break free from it.

“I won’t.”, he assured her as he took her hand in his and stood up.

Her heart was racing, gentleness was not part of her life. She grew up devoid of it. For all the kindness in her spirit, the world never treated her with softness. But Bob made up for it, his gentle hold on her always making her crave for more.

He closed his eyes and she followed suit, some part of her still yearning for closure. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt a shiver down her spine, like the very first time she saw Bob in her mind.

She could tell the air had changed around them, a vacuum sealed them in, she began to breathe heavily. A part of her was afraid and another part of her was excited. She didn’t want to open her eyes, she took a step closer to him, her body instinctively craving his protection. She felt him take a hold of her hand and place it over his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart easing her.

“I’m here, you’re not alone in this.”, he said quietly. She opened her eyes, he still stood in front of her but the world around them had changed.

“Bob.”, she said his name as she held onto his hand tightly. She sensed her.

“You have someone waiting for you.”, he smiled and gestured behind her.

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The Void - 2

This series might just just be a compilation of Bob x Yelena one shots

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Bob x Yelena

No warnings

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Bob looked a little distant than usual, even if the others couldn’t, Yelena could tell.

The recent articles were a bit harsher than they always were, most of them belittling Bob for being the strongest of them all and yet never being seen in action.

She watched him, open cabinets in the kitchen with a little frustration, reach for the box of sugar as he winced, make a cup of tea half heartedly and walk away.

The watch tower was quieter today, everyone else had been given their tasks and were away doing it.

So she followed him and it led her to the training room.

His empty cup was placed on the floor while he stood a few feet away from a large target board. Everything fell into place, the news, the frustration, the distance. She pieced it all together.

He planted his stance and threw the knives in his hand against the target board. The first fell short, the second skimmed the edge of the board. The third landed on the rim.

He ran his hands through his hair as he kicked the empty tea cup, which in turn spilt remnant traces of liquid onto the training mat. He sighed.

But before he could move away, Yelena approached him, with tissues in hand, already having a solution to his problem.

“You doing okay?”, she asked.

The moment he spotted her, his demeanour changed, the weight around him shifted, the shadows dissipated. His eyes turned lighter and he smiled.

“Yelena!”, he said excitedly, fixing his hair and shirt.

“Why…why wouldn’t I be?”, he looked at her and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“That might work on everyone else. Not on me.”, she pulled out the tissues and cleared away the tea stain from the training mat. When she looked up at him, his expression had turned neutral.

“What is it?”, she faced him, concern knitting her eyebrows together.

“It’s nothing. I don’t want to worry you.”, he looked at her, like she was the glimmer of daylight in his life. He didn’t want to push her away, the more she got to know him, there could be a day she could decide she had had enough.

“Too bad, I always worry about you.”, she planted her hands on her hips as a way to tell him she wasn’t going anywhere but it only angered him.

“I don’t want you to worry!”, there was an edge in his voice.

“I should be making you happy, instead all I do is cause you to fret.”, he huffed, the space around him starting to feel tight.

“I’m the weak link, what am I fit for? I can’t land my punches, I can’t throw knives, I can’t lift a hundred pounds, I can’t even make you smile.”, he seethed and she let him.

He needed to get it off his chest.

“Do you pity me? Is that why you’re here?”, he turned to her as he edged closer and the very second those words left his mouth, he took a step back.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Yelena. That was mean of me.”, he stuttered.

She smiled at him softly and drew nearer instead, which caused him to be surprised.

“Bob.”, she said his name and there it was, that feeling of comfort.

“You’re being hard on yourself.”, she reached for his hand.

His knuckles were bruised, his fingers were calloused. He inhaled sharply.

“You are the strongest out of us all. You’re full of heart.”, she spoke as he drew her closer, gently, selfishly, wanting to replace his coldness with her warmth.

“How will that help in the battlefield?”, he whispered as though it was his nightmare, of the day he would have to protect her and he wouldn’t be able to.

“We’re not at war, Bob. When it does happen, I believe you will be ready.”, she found his soft gaze, why couldn’t he understand that it hurt her more when he crushed himself under the weight of his expectations.

“I may not know what it feels like to wake up one day with powers but I know how it feels like to punish yourself when you don’t meet the standards you’ve set for yourself.”, she held onto him like he was an anchor, in her own loneliness, it felt like she knew him for ages.

“I don’t ever want to hear this nonsense, about you not making me happy.”, she told him, the edges of her eyes glistening.

“Your mere existence makes me happy.”, she stated and he caved, reeling her into his arms.

She hugged him tightly as she placed her head on his chest, his heart beating rapid and wild.

He rested his chin on the top of her head and held her tightly, his gloom had been wiped away and in its place he felt the soft comfort of love.

“I’m sorry.”, he apologised again.

“Don’t be.”, he heard her, her words muffled as she buried her face into his chest.

“I want you to know you can trust me with anything.”, she continued.

He hummed.

“I do.”, he heaved a sigh of content.

“I know a trick that might help you to throw knives though.”’ she looked up at him.

“Show me.”, he said softly as he smiled.

Yelena positioned him, fixed his stance and placed the blade in his hand. He never hindered her, let her into his space to reorganise it however she liked. The nearness, the heat emanating from his body, his solid form, she drew herself away before her emotions could give way.

“Now, try again.”, she beamed with pride averting her eyes to the target.

He didn’t believe this could do much but he loved seeing her in her element, so he obliged. Took a deep breathe in, focused on the target and let the blade go.

The second felt longer but he watched it hit the center of the board and he couldn’t quite believe himself. He turned to her with sheer joy. The moment was a blur, he had reached for her just as she had done and now he had carried her while she had her legs wrapped around his waist.

She froze, she had never been this close. To see the specks of gold in his eyes, the trace of the sentry in him, the smooth texture of his skin, the slight colour on his cheeks. He was mesmerising.

Her eyes fell to his lips, the inches between them felt electric, like the time she had seen him in her mind when they met in Val’s incinerator.

He nudged closer but his arm gave way as he winced and the moment was lost. He muttered a curse under his breath as he held on to his shoulder.

“I may have a fix for that too.”, she said.

How did she seem to have a fix for all his problems? He looked at her and couldn’t help but be mesmerised.

“Show me.”, he said again.

She smiled, transfixed by this ease that existed between them. She asked him to follow her and he did.

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The Void

Hey guys! I haven’t written anything in a long while, so I’m a little rusty but I just saw thunderbolts and I ship Bob with Yelena, they are soulmates 😭

Anyway, pls forgive any errors

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Bob x Yelena

No warnings - just soft yearning

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The loss of her sister had been the string that frayed all the stitches that held Yelena’s heart together. Her pseudo family had been the only real thing she had known and now even something that had been make believe did not exist anymore.

What memories could she replay if all of them were fake?

What moments could she take solace in when her life required her to be on the move constantly?

It felt rather grey. Nothing to laugh about or no company to do it together. All she could do was reminisce and that was not a great habit, cause you can’t control it. You reminisce the good and it reminds you of the bad.

She found her way back to the base, or so that’s what everyone called it instead of calling it what it was, their home. This suburban mansion that belonged to Bucky now had become a share house. The Red guardian’s snores could be heard in the living room, Ava and Walker were arguing about something as usual in the backyard as faint snippets of their conversation slipped through. Bucky was away trying to salvage votes for his campaign and she had just finished her shift at the local youth facility.

Purpose.

To reshape the life of young women and in a way slowly, pull away the years she had lost herself in the red room. But whatever said, it was heavy work. And now she held all this weight she had gathered through the stories of the lives of these girls.

She heard the shuffling of pots and plates in the kitchen and then followed by the single beep of a button. Which had gotten the dishwasher started. She didn’t want to startle him, but it was one of her favourite moments, to watch Bob do the dishes. He stood by the sink washing his hands and as though he could sense her, he found her gaze. The soft smile breaking through his rather placid expression, which only Yelena had the power to do. To get him to feel light.

“You’re back early.”, he stated but she could sense the happiness in the tone of his voice.

“Did you miss me?”, she asked sarcastically as she folded her arms, a smile forming on her face, one she couldn’t hide. To which he paused, wiping away his wet hands as he gazed at her. As though he was in awe and in peace at the same time.

“I did.”, he gave her a soft nod followed by a genuine smile.

Yelena drew closer, her weight slowly eroding away. Unable to look at anything else, his soft sweater adding colour to his complexion, the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms. What if there existed a world they had both met each other when everything was right? Would it have still worked? Would they have still connected?

“It suits you.”, Bob said gently as he looked away. His cheeks flushing pink.

“What suits me?”, Yelena furrowed her brows as he slowly drew close to her, putting away the cloth on the counter top.

“When you smile, your eyes light up.”, he stated as though it was a common fact but it made her feel soft. She never had the luxury to feel soft towards anything in her line of work. But with Bob it was different. It was as though they were the physical form of kindness they had once deserved.

“That’s cause you like looking at me.”, she said playfully to which he averted his gaze but found the courage to look into her eyes again.

How had they managed to close the space between them? She could never tell.

“Maybe I do.”, he said softly, as though it wasn’t for the world to hear, it was only for her.

Yelena wanted to stay in this moment, this softness, nothing in the world could touch it now. So she reached forward and pushed back a strand of hair to stand on her toes and place a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Then do it more often.”, she said quietly.

“I spent a lot of my life learning how to hide.”

The shy demeanour had faded from him as he heard her statement, his hand found her waist as he pulled her into a hug, burying his face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in.

Yelena gripped onto his shirt as she closed her eyes and gave herself the chance to just be. Even without too many words, they understood each other, the weight of their past lives.

“Yelena..”, he hummed as though he had so much to share.

“I know.”, she responded as she held onto him tighter.

“I know you.”, she added and his hold tightened.

“You were the light in my darkness and now I cannot comprehend a life without you in it.”, he spoke as his lips brushed her skin.

Little did he know, that even in his darkest, he helped her see through the light and by doing so, become stronger. She pulled away and he reluctantly let go. Her eyes boring into his features that made his blush turn darker.

“What?”, he questioned as he fiddle with the ends of her hair.

“I’m just glad you’re not blonde anymore.”, she smiled to which he pulled her into his embrace again. But it meant more than that. She was glad he wasn’t controlled by anyone, glad that now he could just exist as he was.

His arms wrapped around her with fondness, sighing with content as he tucked his face into her neck.

His world was so much more bigger now, wasn’t just a little room he was confined in anymore, for the first time there was soft afternoon light flooding around him. He placed his forehead on hers and all he could feel was that void in him not exisiting anymore. Now he felt full. He felt light, maybe if he believed it thoroughly, he could become it.

But for now, he was here, not in a lab, not in a maze but with her. Where everything felt soft and real

The sentry was not there anymore. In its place was the love he had always craved, only now, he didn’t have to fight for it. She gave it to him freely.

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