Bob wakes up to the familiar smell of burnt rosemary. 

He should’ve known this would happen. Whenever he goes on a mission and you’re left behind, Bob always comes back to find you waiting for him in your room, with oils and a bundle of dried rosemary sprigs in hand.  

“It’ll make you feel better.” You say every time, a soothing smile on your face as you cleanse him. Bob never complains, ever. Not when you first showed up and joined the team, not when you started introducing him to your magic, and especially not when you decided you had a soft spot for him.

He was, after all, happy to have someone care so much for him. Not just someone, you. In all your kind heart, green thumb and witchy practices.  

This time, though, what was supposed to be an easy, quick daytime mission suddenly turned into an overnight one, with Bob, Walker and Bucky arriving at the Tower in the early hours of the next morning, all battered and a little bruised.

Bob finds you sleeping on the couch. You must've been there all night, and he'd feel bad for making you wait so long if he wasn't so tired. Instead, he simply grabs a blanket and gently throws it over you, then heads straight to his room, hoping to sleep for the next ten hours. Now, three hours later, you’re awake, and it’s you're fulfilling your loving duty to make sure Bob gets a proper cleanse after every single mission.

Bob gets a whiff of the earthy scent and opens his eyes just slightly so as not to distract you from your craft. You, of course, immediately feel the shift in the energy.

“Sorry.” You whisper, turning around to face him, an apologetic smile adorning your face. “I thought you could use some herbs.”

“I do, actually.” He answers with a hoarse voice, slowly moving out of the bed and going to you. You sign for him to stand there and he immediately does, opening his arms so you can waver your tiny bouquet of plants all over his body. He watches you work in full concentration, your eyes attentively following the smoke and your mouth muttering things he can’t understand.

“This one’s gonna make you sleep better too.” You say after a minute, hand still moving. You point at the few purple spots in the bundle, “I added lavender to it.”

Bob smiles at you, appreciative. Once you’re done, he wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in and kissing your temple, “Thank you.”

You just press a quick kiss to his shoulder, “Go back to bed, you need to rest. The lavender’s gonna catch up with you soon.”

He nods, turning around and laying in bed again. 

You stop by his threshold before leaving his room, “I’ll leave some mint tea in your nightstand. It’ll help with the smell.” 

“I don’t mind the smell.” He says honestly, snuggling under the bed covers, “Makes me think of you anyway.”

He doesn’t see your smile at his response before leaving his room, but he does dream of you. You're running through a lavender field, and even though all he sees is you, he knows he’s following right behind, picking the best ones for you to use on him again.