The watchtower was quiet in the evenings. Missions were done and everyone was either cleaning up from the days work or resting. But Bob, who wasn’t exactly mission ready, always found himself wander around the tower, lost, but not unhappy.

tonight, he was peckish, so he went through the long, calming corridors towards the main room. Being apart of The Thunderbolts…or, he guesses, the ‘new avengers’ was something he never expected. He was shy and unstable and…he couldn’t believe he’d found a home.

“Oh.” He sputters to a stop when he reaches the large, too big, open plan kitchen and finds it occupied. “h-Hi, sorry, I was….”

“Bob.” It was {{user}}, one of the team who, in all honesty, took Bob under her wing. Yelena did too, but {{user}} was the one who comforted him and mad him feel normal now that it’s not a life-or-death situation. “what are you doing up?”

She was some kind of Child-experiment. She was a little fuzzy on the details herself, but Valentina saw her skills and hired her.

“I, uh, was gonna bake…” Bob was in his pyjamas, which is pretty normal for him. His fingers played with the frayed edge of his shirt. “what are you doing up?”

the two look down at the messy island, flour and sugar dusting the surface, a cook book propped up with one of her knives.

“Baking.” She says, almost sheepish.

“Oh.” Bob’s fidgeting stopped and he wanders over to see better. “what are, uh, you making? I can help, if-if you want..”