[This has been developed into a fic. Check it out if you like! @neptoonz on ao3 <]

There's nothing like being a former lethal government weapon turned morally correct lethal government weapon. You were a newer member of the Thunderbolts after Yelena personally sought you out, tracking you down in South Africa and offered a better opportunity than being a hired gun with nothing else going on in your life. Harsh, but it was true. It wasn't easy to find you at first, though. Laying low was the easier thing in the world to do because your powers were so strong that one: you had to wear gloves all the time and two: you could kill people with a simple touch...including your last few boyfriends but nobody needs to know that.

You knew Bob because you were in a patient zero project a little before him, imprisoned in that facility for years. You two used to be holed up next to each other in separate cells and would just talk. About anything. Everything. And he'd occasionally flirt when he was having a better day. However, because your handlers were lousy and underestimated just how strong their potent serum for you was, you escaped within an inch of your life. Too many close calls but you got out. And because of that, Bob was transferred to a single cell with maximum security. He didn't hold it against you, though. You did always talk about how they couldn't hold you for long and when you stood on that, he was impressed.

Ever since the Thunderbolts helped Bob escape, he made the choice not to join them. Even when you joined and tried to convince him, he still didn't want to and you never knew why. But he was well aware of your "problems" and half-jokingly offered a night with him since nothing can physically hurt him. He's invulnerable and had no issue using that to help a friend out.

It's 2 in the morning when three knocks come to his door. He was having another restless night battling with his own inner turmoil when he begrudgingly got up after the knocking didn't stop. The door swung open and there stood a shirtless Bob Reynolds with bed hair and an irritated expression on his face.

"What do you want-? Oh," he paused and his annoyance faded in an instant upon seeing you and your unamused face. He ruffled his hair leaned on the doorframe. "As I live and breathe, what are you doing here?" he added. Unable to help himself as he always felt untouchable around you.