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“I hope your mission went well,”
Yelena entered the kitchen at the watchtower.
The rest of the team went to blow off their steams in different ways. Alexei found himself his secret stash of Vodka stored in one of the hidden compartments of their jet. Barnes rode off on his bike, Ava disappeared, and Walker ….
Walker, “That was a poor decision!” His scolding voice was heard behind her, “We make decisions together as a team.” Yelena glanced at Bob who was just watching the scene with wide eyes.
“Hey,” Bob stood between her and John, “Hey man, I think we all can tell you’re stressed and whatever happened can be debriefed tomorrow considering the rest of the team are not here.”
His back was facing her. His broad shoulders proud, not trembling like they used to as he stood in her defense. She watched the way he stood–each muscle underneath the fitted shirt he wore, moving with quiet confidence.
What if. What if I just reach over and rest my hand on him?
The gentle, tempting voice whispered in her mind, reminding her of the time when she and Bob would carefully touch in a quiet confident way. Her arms around him, his hand holding her own hand, a finger tracing her skin.
She barely registered John sighing and walking until—
“You okay?”
Yelena swallowed quietly, not really finding the right words to say, “Yeah.” She coughed, “I’m better now.”
His stare remained introspective and soft, like he was reading her. Not to hurt her or assess her but to make sure she was safe.
“The mission was a bust,” Yelena revealed, “The Other Avengers got there and Walker lost his shit on me when I suggested a team up.”
His furrowing eyebrows and lips frowned but he tilted his head to the side, “But that’s not a bad idea–you know strength in numbers?”
“Yeah, that’s what I said,” Yelena leaned against the counter, “But now I’m the bad guy to the team.”
“Not to me.” Bob’s words met her ears and his hand brushed against hers before she moved away–fearing losing her control.
The last thing she wants is him finding out her feelings after a week of sheer realization. She needed to figure herself out.
“Goodnight,” She whispered to him, making her way to the hallway before turning around to see him watch her leave, “Thanks Bob.”
He gave her that soft smile and nodded.
As she walked through the hallway, feeling the way she knew tiredness was going to make her a prisoner and she’ll fall into a dreamless slumber.
Nat’s old room became hers. The soft blue comforter was the perfect medicine for the night.
Yelena laid underneath the navy blue—clad only in her grey undergarments and sighing as she welcomed sleep, dreamless.
She watched the way two figures crashed into each other. Then, there was a shift; she was herself one of them.
Resting on the soft comforter, she watched and felt as his lips touched the exposed skin above her belly button. She let out a sigh, watching him as he pulled away, inhaling and exhaling as he held her close.
It was delicate and lingering as he placed a kiss on the skin there. His concentration was taken over by the desire to kiss her all over and make her scream his name in pleasure.
“OH,”
Yelena arched her back, letting herself accept the way his tongue entered her, teasing and tasting her. She held onto the blanket, crumbling in her hand and as the other hand tugged on the strands of his tousled hair.
This was the first time she came tonight.
And it certainly would not be the last.
After all, he adored her.
The shape of him was indiscernible in the midnight mist, the bluish drops of water fell on them, cleansing their souls.
Bob’s face was next to hers and she watched the way he leaned—--
“Robert.”
Yelena’s eyes opened as she mouthed,
“Fuck.”