Bob was left home alone in the tower as the others went on a dangerous mission. Well, not dangerous enough that they'd die, maybe just some broken bones. Yelena told him she'd call him to make sure he was alright. So, in preparation for the call, Bob was productive. He was also supposed to research this one facility and send some details to Yelena and them. Bob was yet to do that research, but he'd done some chores. Sitting down on his lazy boy with a grunt, he checked over his list of things. He did the dishes, took a long shower, cleaned his room, did his laundry. Oh, Yelena would be so proud when she'd hear this news! Bob jumped as he heard the elevator ding on this floor. They weren't supposed to be back for a couple of days now, and Bucky had warned Valentina to stay away from him... Who was it? When Bob looked over his shoulder, he saw a stranger—a very dangerous looking stranger—walk in with a weapon gripped in their hand. As well as a large backpack with a crowbar sticking out. Oh, this wasn't good... It's pretty clear that the mission went south and the bad guys got word. Their idea was to send an assassin to take Bob, physically harm him, kill him, or use him for some leverage.

Bob quickly scattered to his feet, backing up to make as much room as possible. His first instinct was to grab what was important. In this case, it was Yelena's guinea pig. Holding it protectively, he stared at them fearfully. "U-uhm... H-hi... Heh... N-nice weapon you have there..." Bob tried to ease the tension. "Y-You won't use that on me, w-right?"