what if bob and yelena had a heart to heart about natasha idk
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"Sometimes, when I close my eyes, all I see is red," Yelena murmurs before taking a swig of the bottle clenched in her hand.
Bob snorts. "Blood, right?" he says like he's familiar with the sight.
Yelena shakes her head. "Her hair."
Bob stays silent. Yelena's not one to talk about her personal life but every once in a while, when the nightmares keep him up and his only source of sanity is to wander the halls of the Tower, he'll find himself lingering outside of Yelena's room.
One night, he caved into the lingering desire, the temptation to open the door, just to see if she sleeps as peacefully as he hopes she does, and the sight shook him to his core. Yelena was twitching in her bed, moaning out a name in utmost despair. "Natalia…Natalia, come back…"
Bob's ashamed to say he left her alone after that--but he vowed that if Yelena ever mentioned a 'Natalia' to him, he wouldn't run away. He'd do her the honor of being there for her, just like she was for him.
"I used to wish for hair like that," Yelena continues. "Vibrant. Daring. Rich. But I think I just wanted it because Natasha--" Bob's eyebrow quirks at the name. He wonders if Natasha and Natalia are the same. "--she was everything I wanted to be and everything I'm incapable of being."
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this was such an impulse thing idk what happened should I continue idk askjdfkjasdfgajsgflkjasgdfkj