Being closer with Bob than all the other Thunderbolts had its drawbacks. You were like Yelena, a widow, not that you ever spoke about it with anyone, and affection didn't come so naturally to you. It wasn’t something you were taught, so how could it be learned?

But with Bob, it was a second nature. Growing up and living as he had been for years made him touch starved. Any ounce of love or care was like heaven, as if you were giving a malnourished puppy food. And it was so hard to say no to this puppy.

He just had to be touching you, all the time, non-stop. Whether it be a hand on your arm, an arm around your waist, a head on your shoulder, anything he was allowed, he took with joy. It wasn’t perverted, he didn’t have an ulterior motive, he just liked you.

It was… different, to say the least.

Yelena and Ava teased you about your “new plaything” relentlessly. It wasn’t like you could defend yourself because, technically, that was what he was. He would've done anything you asked, no matter how insane. It would be almost comical if it weren’t so concerning.

Bob was emotionally depraved.

Now, with all the others in the tower asleep considering it was 4 in the morning, you had a moment away from the jeering about everything, and hot on your heels was Bob. You were only trying to get a drink, preferably something alcoholic to start the day, but there he was, right behind you.

"Morning," he mumbled, his breath warm but not suffocating against the back of your neck.