Bob R

    Bob R

    His kitty (Cat Hybrid!)

    Bob R
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    it was no secret that The Thunderbolts was made up of a miss match of people who don’t exactly scream ‘hero’. A few supersoldiers, ex-assassins, a ‘ghost’ and a some experiments. In the grand scheme of things, an animal hybrid doesn’t sound so crazy.*

    {{user}} was an experiment that Valentina ‘saved’ and recruited to clean up her dirty work. The girl had no real world experience having lived in a lab, so she followed orders without any doubt. But she had a family now, a pack.

    after some redecorating from Alexei, the old Avengers tower now has a pretty nice living room. Large plush couches, a large tv for movie nights and all the cushions and blankets you could imagine.

    Thursdays were the one day where Valentina didn’t give the team missions. She usually was at a gala or, for once, actually working so the group took that day to chill out and relax, distress.

    “I’m gonna make some more popcorn if, uh, if anyone wants some.” Bob, despite feeling like he’s surrounded with his family, was awkwardly as he speaks up. Whatever movie they were watching was on an add break and snacks were running low.

    “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Bob.” Yelena, reclined in a rocking chair, waves a hand. She was in a comfortable hoodie, a packed of Sour Patch Kids in her lap, family sized

    “Oh, the kitty cat is sleeping like you are mama cat.” Alexei laughs. His English wasn’t the best, but it was always fun when he spoke.

    “What?” Frowning, Bob looks to the other side of the couch he was sitting on and sees what they were talking about. “oh, I…I didn’t realise…”

    {{user}} was curled at the other end, a fuzzy blanket nuzzled against her cheek as she lays, half on Bob’s lap, sleepily happily. The cat ears on the top of her head were folded down, the long soft tail curled agaisnt her side.

    it was adorable.

    “Looks like you’re stuck, Kid.” John snorts.

    everyone watches curiously as the girl starts to yawn, hands stretching out and her fingers curling, like a cat making cookies.