Appears.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 “𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮.” 𝘈 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺."

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐖 | 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐘 | 🔞 —————————————— ✘ - #MCURP | #BSRP ✘ - MCU | Movies | Comics | AU ✘ - Lewd Earned | SFW ✘ - Ace | Bisexual | Sex-Positive ✘ - Mature Themes —————————————— 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 / 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄

Bucky didn't let me get a snoopy band aid 😮‍💨

... Multiverse?

Nothing really. I thought I've seen another Bob passing by me.

I wish I could remember ‘the good times’ But those were the first to leave my mind

Nu-uh. 🙂‍↔️ Bob.

Terrific 👍✨

... Bob?

Bob

Standing on business 👍💯💯

Facetiming the reader.

He is dead...

I whisper secrets to the goldfish. He listens.

Eating alphabet soup.

You were right I don't know how.

... Now she's just being hurtful.

"Well, uh... Of course they can. I think you can be a hero too. "

// gracefully thieved

He watched, trying to mimick her movements. It looked easy when she did it. "Like this?"

Blinking at her, unsure if she was joking or serious - or both. “Can’t… beautiful people be heroes?”

I think I got the job.

Bob nodded quickly, almost too eagerly, as if he completely understood why it might disturb her. “Y-yeah… I appreciate it.” He managed to observe that she liked order and tidyness. Unlike most people around the tower, including himself.

"Oh, that's great. ” He said, his smile small and a bit stiff. He could feel himself fidgeting with his other hand, unsure how much pressure was appropriate. “So… um… what do you do for fun?"

He blinked, gaze slowly refocusing from whatever distant horizon he'd been pondering. “Oh--uh… thanks, Yelena.” he murmured a little sheepishly. hand instinctively went to adjust the shirt further, only to realize it no longer needed it.

“Oh… that’s… uh, that’s a relief.” a sheepish smile spread across his face. “So… you just… steal stuff? But you’re not a villain?"

His instinct was to deny it but after a moment, he simply exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing. “yeah... guess talking helps. so... do you pickpocket everyone for the first time you meet them?”

“I—uh…” He cleared his throat, eyes flicking between hers, trying to read her expression. Was she serious? Or teasing him again? “I guess… yeah. I mean--if you want to.”

He crouched beside her, hesitating before pressing his own hand into the soil. "Sure. I am, uh... something of a suburban after all."

... Me? I don’t think I can do much technology. We’d have better luck asking Yelena about this.

“I guess it is kind of like a fly…” He gave a small shrug, expression still guarded but mildly warmer. “…Just with a more decent sense of direction. ”

there were a dozen other things he could say. things that would make her rethink standing this close to him. but she didn’t need to know all that. Not after the wallet incident. And honestly, it always sounded like bragging… or threatening. he gave a small, boyish nod. “Yeah... I can fly.”

The realization hit him that he didn’t know the first thing about gardening. Sure, he’d mowed lawns as a teenager... Old Mrs. Beck’s yard every Sunday for a lemonade. But that was it. “...so… what exactly do we do first?"

One of those days.

I guess... but it doesn’t have any knobs. this thing’s got… buttons.

“Uh… power?” Bob blinked, caught off guard by the question. “Yeah, I… have some. Sort of. Well… I can, uh… you know--” He made a vague upward gesture with his hand. “Fly.”

How do I air fry?

"Great! Just point me the direction."

letting her guide his head, like it was a natural thing. Some old instinct left over from the sterile years in Project Sentry’s labs. It kept him still whenever someone inspected him. Compliance, habit, whatever it was, it hadn’t left him. “I…I’d like to think I have some friends.”

“Well, uh-- I mean… Ant-Man can control ants, so I thought maybe you can… you know... ” He trailed off mid-sentence, wincing as the words came out. Yeah, that sounded way dumber out loud. So he decided to stop there. “... The Sentry. That's what they call me. ”

❝ 𝐀𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 ❞ ♡ + ⇄

His eyes lit up, curiosity breaking through the awkward reserve that usually covered his face. “That’s… that’s a cool name. Can you... Can you control cats? ”

Blinking slowly as he processed her words. It took him a few seconds longer than most people might to decipher if it was an insult or not. “... I love kittens.”

❝ 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 ❞ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀◤ ♡ + ⇄ ◥

That didn't sound right... She seemed so effortlessly social, confident. How could someone like her not have friends? He scratched the back of his neck, searching for the right words. “Uh … I’m sorry to hear that. I mean… I wouldn’t say I’m exactly great with friends either. "