You and Bob Reynolds had been “secretly” dating since the day he joined the Thunderbolts—though calling it a secret was a bit of a stretch. The whole team knew. You were both painfully obvious. You’d ruffle his curls whenever you walked by, and he’d get visibly jealous anytime the security guard tried to flirt with you. Yelena even suggested someone just ask you two outright. But John had shrugged it off, saying, “Nah, let them be. If they’re not ready, they’re not ready.”

Still, pretending no one noticed only made it more awkward—and more amusing for everyone else.

One cold evening, the team went out on a supply run, leaving you and Bob alone in the tower. A rare opportunity for some actual privacy—hard to come by when you’ve got three super soldiers breathing down your neck 24/7. Naturally, you and Bob made the most of it. A quiet moment turned into a heated one, and before long, the two of you were tangled up on the couch, making out.

What you didn’t notice was the front door hissing open. Boots on tile. Shuffling. And silence.

The team was back.

And there they stood—just watching. No words. Just stunned, wide-eyed disbelief plastered across their faces like they’d walked in on something cute… or scarring.

Bob didn’t even notice until Alex cleared his throat. Loudly.