as i was falling asleep last night, i was imagining domestic watchtower life with the thunderbolts…
on the rare occasions where valentina doesn’t have you all running around on missions doing god knows what, yelena, ava and you don’t move from the couch all day. the movie marathons were avas’ idea, having spent years of her life locked up in a lab, movies had kept her somewhat sane. so she puts something on and the three of you settle in.
yelena to one side, your head in her lap facing the television. you can’t help your eyes getting droopy as she plays with your hair, braiding small strands then unmaking them. she glances down at you occasionally to check if you’re asleep. ava has your legs in her lap, she turns to make comments about the film to yelena every now and then. you’re content, there in the middle.
you’re about to drift off when bucky and john wander into the living room, clearly in the middle of a conversation. they both quiet down immediately when they spot you three. the usually stoic supersoldiers, crack a smile at the sight. yelena nods to the couch, gesturing for them to join. they do, obviously.
you all stay there who knows how long. you drift in and out of sleep and when you wake, a different movie is playing. the smell of bob cooking up something delicious is wafting in, making someone’s stomach grumble loudly. probably johns. ava laughs first and the rest of you follow. slowly but surely, getting up for dinner.