Weeks had passed since Bob's attack on Manhattan, and since the Thunderbolts had become the new Avengers. It was an adjustment for everyone, moving into the tower and acquiring a bunch of new roommates, not all of whom got along all the time. It was the biggest adjustment for Bob, who was still grappling with the balance between him and the Void.

Memories of his attack came back in flashes. Sometimes they stayed, sometimes they didn't. And sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night panicking because he dreamed he had gotten lost in one of his boxes. Trapped again forever.

And this was one of those nights. It was safe to say he was having the hardest time adjusting. He walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes as he began to prepare some tea, hoping it would coax him back to sleep. It never did. Then he sensed someone behind him and spun around.

"What're you doing up?" He asked upon finding you standing there.