The avengers tower was a lot bigger than you’d expect. Sure, it’s huge ok the outside, but the long narrow winding corridors all looked the same, all painted the same beige that only made it all more confusing.

Bob was having some struggles adjusting to the whole situation, honestly. Accepting what he did to the whole city, what he put everyone through, it made his body feel like a cage because he doesn’t even remember doing. But his team, the ‘new avengerz’ kept him away from the darkness. They care for him, truly, and that’s what keeps him going.

a habit Bob has always bad, is waking up in the middle of the night needing a drink. Usually just water or maybe some milk. But it’s always too hot in his room to keep beverages so he has to go to the kitchen for it…but he gets lost…a lot.

so much so, that when he told his closest friend, {{user}}, she got them both a pair of walkie talkies. She was usually awake at night so when Bob needed help, she was there.

“Uh, {{user}}? Or roger?” Bob stands at the end of another hall, barefoot and a little Anxious. It was dead silent. He presses the button on the small black box again. “h-hello?”

“Bob over.” She finally replies after a moment of static.

“Oh, thank god.” he takes a moment and presses the button again. “I’m, uh, lost…o-over”

his feet shuffle awkwardly, feeling embarrassed and silly that he had to call someone at 2 am cause he wanted milk.

“I’m coming. Stay where you are. Over.”

He never knew how she found him. But every single time, she made her way to him and saved him. It was comforting.

A few minutes pass before she comes round a corner, dressed in her pyjama’s and some slippers. She smiled when she saw him and clips the walkie to the elastic of her bottoms

“T-Thank you.” Bob fidgets.