#the thunderbolts

[mcu-fandom]

People laugh at the “ride Bob into the sky” line because of the innuendo, while I always find it funny because the image of them using Bob as their transportation is hilarious. I just picture at most two on his back, two being dangled as he carries them in each hand, and one hanging on for dear life on one of his legs (most likely John or Alexei)

[fulcrumdoodles]

Happy belated birthday to my dear sister @cypher-lovesjohnwalker !

She asked me to draw her something based on her ghostwalker fic, so I did! U can read it here!

[leapfromthegallows]

my dad always calls thunderbolts “avengers vs depression.” watched it for the first time and holy shit it is quite literally avengerz vs depression.

[bluefirewrites]

'Mel in the Middle' (A SentrySong, Bob x Mel/ Sentry x Mel fic) Chapter 13

Summary: After the disastrous movie date with Mel, Bob and Sentry are struggling with the new changes in their dynamic. Switching between the two has never been more complicated, and now the both of them find themselves in situations they are so not prepared for. And not only are they fighting for control of Bob's body but for the affections of one Mel Gold. Mel thought it was bad enough that she had developed feelings for her best friend, but throwing his cocky, blond alter ego into the mix sure does complicate things. And she hates complicated. Embarking on this wild ride of ill-timed swaps, can Mel figure out her feelings and decide once and for all who she wants to be with?

Chapter 13 Sneak Peek

"You don't only come out when it's mission time," Bob reminded him and perhaps himself, "It's whenever I feel angry or afraid or just a little bit more confident and I can't ignore it anymore. And I was doing such a good job controlling it before, but-"

"So let go then" Sentry said. It wasn't coercive. More like a calm suggestion, "Don't fight it. You keep thinkin' those feelings are a bad thing."

Bob rubbed his eyes, "Like I know. I know. It's not healthy, but we're not like other people. Our emotions have consequences."

Sentry shot him an unimpressed look.

"Doesn't sound all that different from other people"

"Fuck, you're-" Bob backtracked in the sand, gesturing at the caped figure, "You're not supposed to be so fucking insightful and levelheaded!"

"And you're not supposed to be so closed off! Aren't you the one who went to therapy?"

"Oh remind me to book a session" Bob bemoaned. There was a lot to fill Dr. Duberman in on since their last meetup.

Read on AO3

[nonbinaryruler]

In Doomsday I would l love to see Bucky and Bob interact

This is just because we never got a proper interaction with the two of them in Thunderbolts. I feel like Bucky would see a lot of similarities with himself in Bob.

Also (I commented this on a video) Bucky is the type that, if the Thunderbolts go to jail, he’s bailing Bob out first with no hesitation. Then he just leaves the others to fend for themselves while he hangs out with Bob. Why? For some dang peace and quiet for once. He’ll only go back if Bob makes him or if Valentina has a mission for them to do. But he waits till the last second then starts driving to where the others are being held at.

When he and Bob hang out, Bob shows him the island he made on Tomodachi Life with all of the Thunderbolts (Plus Sam, Alpine, Joaquin, Kate, etc), animal crossing, or teaches him how to play Mario Kart.

[thefanfictionspider]

The One Person She Couldn't Lose

Yelena Belova × Female Reader

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

Yelena Belova had always been good at finding people.

It was one of the things the Red Room had taught her.

Find the target.

Follow the trail.

Don't stop until the target is dead—or captured.

She had spent years becoming very, very good at it.

But she'd never had to find someone who meant everything to her.

Until now.

---

The warehouse had been chaos.

Smoke.

Sirens.

People running in every direction.

Yelena had been fighting her way toward the criminal they'd been tracking for weeks when she heard the sound that stopped her completely.

Your voice.

"Yelena!"

She turned.

For one horrible second, she saw you standing across the warehouse.

Then the lights went out.

When they came back on, you were gone.

Yelena froze.

"No."

She ran to the place where you'd been standing.

Nothing.

Only an abandoned phone lying on the floor.

Your phone.

She picked it up with shaking hands.

"No, no, no, no..."

She looked around wildly.

"Where is she?"

Nobody answered.

Yelena's breathing became uneven.

"WHERE IS SHE?"

Bucky grabbed her shoulder.

"Yelena."

She shoved him away.

"Don't."

"Yelena—"

"I said don't!"

Her eyes were already scanning the room.

Doors.

Windows.

Footprints.

Cameras.

Anything.

Everything.

But there was nothing.

You had vanished.

And Yelena couldn't stop thinking about one thing.

I was supposed to protect her.

---

For the next several days, Yelena barely slept.

When she did, it was only for minutes.

She'd wake up suddenly, convinced she'd heard your voice.

Then she'd remember.

You were still missing.

She barely ate.

Alexei tried.

He'd shown up at her apartment with enough food to feed a small army.

Yelena stared at it.

"I'm not hungry."

"You have eaten nothing."

"I had coffee."

"Coffee is not food."

"It has calories."

Alexei stared at her.

"That is not how this works."

Yelena ignored him.

She was already looking at another set of files.

Another lead.

Another dead end.

She had searched abandoned buildings.

Safe houses.

Old Red Room contacts.

Criminal organizations.

Underground networks.

She had called in every favor she had.

Every person she'd ever met.

Every person who owed her anything.

Nothing.

Every lead ended the same way.

Nowhere.

And every time it happened, Yelena blamed herself a little more.

---

Bucky noticed.

Of course he did.

He'd spent enough years carrying guilt to recognize it in someone else.

He found Yelena sitting alone in the common room one night.

The lights were off.

A laptop illuminated her face.

She looked exhausted.

Bucky leaned against the doorway.

"You need to sleep."

"I'm busy."

"You need to eat."

"I'm busy."

"You need to stop."

Yelena finally looked at him.

"No."

"Yelena."

"No."

Bucky walked over and sat across from her.

"You've been doing this for days."

"I know."

"You're running yourself into the ground."

"I know."

"Then why are you still doing it?"

Yelena's jaw tightened.

"Because she's out there."

"I know."

"And I'm sitting here."

"I know."

"And every second I'm not looking for her..."

Her voice cracked.

She looked away.

Bucky was quiet for a moment.

Then he said something Yelena desperately didn't want to hear.

"You can't save her by destroying yourself."

Yelena stared at him.

"You don't understand."

Bucky gave her a tired look.

"I understand more than you think."

Silence.

"You think if you stop moving, even for five minutes, you're failing her."

Yelena swallowed.

Bucky continued.

"But you're not."

He leaned forward.

"You're trying to carry this by yourself because that's what you've always done."

Yelena looked down.

"People get hurt when I trust them."

"So do people when they don't."

That hit harder than she'd expected.

Bucky's voice softened.

"You have people, Yelena."

She shook her head.

"No."

"Yes."

"Who?"

Bucky almost smiled.

"You really want me to make a list?"

She didn't answer.

"Alexei."

Yelena sighed.

"Unfortunately."

"John."

"Unfortunately."

"Ava."

She looked slightly less annoyed.

"Kate."

That one made her expression soften.

"And me."

Yelena looked at him.

Bucky's expression was completely serious.

"You don't have to do this alone."

Yelena's eyes filled with tears.

"I don't know how."

Bucky nodded.

"I know."

He stood.

"That's why you let us help."

Yelena looked at the laptop.

Then at him.

For the first time in days, she stopped typing.

"Okay."

Bucky nodded.

"Okay."

---

The next morning, Yelena did something she hated doing.

She asked for help.

Kate arrived first.

"Okay," Kate said, dropping her bag onto the table. "Tell me everything."

Ava followed.

Then John.

Then Alexei, who loudly announced that he had arrived because his daughter had apparently forgotten that teamwork was "the foundation of successful heroics."

Yelena stared at him.

"Nobody asked you to make a speech."

"I am making a speech anyway."

Bucky walked in behind him.

"Ignore him."

"I am standing right here."

"We know."

Kate looked around the room.

"So, what's the plan?"

Yelena placed several photographs on the table.

"We know who took her."

Everyone became serious.

"The organization has been moving people through abandoned industrial properties. Most locations are decoys."

Ava studied the photographs.

"But one isn't."

Yelena nodded.

"Exactly."

Bucky looked at her.

"How certain?"

"Seventy-eight percent."

Kate raised an eyebrow.

"That's... oddly specific."

"I calculated."

"Of course you did."

Yelena pointed to the map.

"If we are wrong, we lose the trail."

Bucky nodded.

"Then we make sure we're not wrong."

---

The operation was fast.

Controlled.

Nobody went in alone.

That was Bucky's rule.

Yelena hated the rule.

She followed it anyway.

They found the building.

They found the guards.

And then they found you.

Alive.

Yelena saw you through the doorway.

Everything inside her stopped.

You looked exhausted.

Scared.

But alive.

"Y/N."

Your head snapped toward the sound.

Your eyes widened.

"Yelena?"

She couldn't move.

For once in her life, the trained assassin didn't know what to do.

Then you ran toward her.

Yelena caught you immediately.

Her arms wrapped around you so tightly that you almost disappeared against her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

You shook your head.

"Yelena..."

"I'm sorry."

She buried her face against your shoulder.

"I should have been there."

"You came."

"I should have found you sooner."

"You came."

"I looked everywhere."

"I know."

"I thought..."

Her voice broke.

You pulled back just enough to look at her.

"You found me."

Yelena's eyes were filled with tears.

"I couldn't lose you."

"You didn't."

She gently touched your face, as though she needed to make sure you were really there.

"You are real?"

You gave her a tiny smile.

"I'm real."

Yelena let out a shaky laugh.

"Good."

She hugged you again.

This time, she didn't care who was watching.

Not Bucky.

Not Kate.

Not Alexei.

Nobody.

For once, Yelena didn't care about keeping her private life separate from the rest of the world.

Because you were alive.

That was all that mattered.

---

Later, after everything was over, Yelena sat beside you in the quiet.

Your hand was intertwined with hers.

Bucky passed the doorway and stopped.

"You okay?"

Yelena looked at you.

Then back at him.

"Yes."

Bucky smiled slightly.

"Good."

He walked away.

You rested your head against Yelena's shoulder.

"You know," you whispered, "you don't have to protect me from everything."

Yelena looked down at you.

"I know."

"And you don't have to do everything alone."

She sighed.

"I know."

A pause.

"Still learning."

You smiled.

"That's okay."

Yelena squeezed your hand.

For years, she'd been taught that attachment was weakness.

That caring about someone gave enemies something to use against you.

That love was something that could be taken away.

But sitting there with you beside her, Yelena realized something Natasha had tried to teach her long ago.

Having someone to lose didn't make her weak.

It gave her something worth fighting for.

And this time, she wasn't going to fight alone.

She leaned her head against yours.

"I love you."

You smiled.

"I love you too."

Yelena closed her eyes.

For the first time in days, she finally allowed herself to rest.

[nonbinaryruler]

I imagine the Thunderbolts (whenever there is a problem) just discuss it like

Yelena: “We need an adult.”

Ava: “What? We are adults.”

John: “Yeah we’re capable.”

Bob: “Uhh…I think she means an adultier adult guys.”

John: “I mean….Is Bucky available and not with Sam right now?”