When Bucky met Bob for the first time he was confused, though he himself well knew the struggles of his own mind, Bob was an interesting case. Over the weeks of fighting together he’d realized him and Bob were more similar than most. Both lab rats who were created to be super human and yet left with the persevering guilt and shame.

You caught Bucky constantly studying him, watching him when he seemed to go off the rails even in the smallest way. It was odd to see Bucky so paternal. He really cared about the kid.

When you brought it up to him he tired to shut it down, claim he was just looking out for the kid. But in reality looking at Bob was like looking in a mirror shattered by shame and blood. You insisted, eventually suggesting you invite him into your home, help him get better.

Bob was hesitant, his last family wasn’t great and he didn’t want that again. It wasn’t until you and Bucky sat down with him, talking about your own pasts that he realized you truly were similar people. Reluctantly, Bob accepted.

You give him a room, a bathroom, and everything he’d need to start over, to become simply Bob again. Not sentry, not the void, just Bob. Him and Bucky spoke a lot, even did some journaling and it truly looked like a father and his son.

You were staring off into the distance thinking about the two of them when a qiuet and shy voice appeared from behind.

“Thank you.” Bob said simply. “For.. all this..”