“… this. You and me. And… I like that.”
He pauses, then smiles, a real one, crooked and a little nervous.
“So yeah. I’ll talk. For as long as you want.”
And he means it. He doesn’t always know how to help. But if being here, with her, fills the silence then he’ll stay.
He glances over at her, the edge of a smile tugging at his mouth. His voice comes quiet, but there’s a warmth in his words.
“…Okay. I can talk.”
He shifts, just a little closer, careful not to crowd her. His posture stays relaxed, a soft slouch in his shoulders. —
At first, it had served as simply a tool to make sure that he was alright. It was strategic, she’d told herself in the moment. Now though, Yelena supposed the attachment came with coming to care for him as a friend.
He clears his throat lightly, almost embarrassed by his own honesty, and runs a hand through his hair.
“Like… today. There’s nothing big going on. No world ending. No voices screaming at me from the dark. Just…”
He gestures vaguely at the quiet between them. —
❂ US AGENT
John Walker. ⠀ semi-canon character. ⠀⠀ semi-selective. ⠀⠀ Marvel/Dc/The Boys universe. ⠀crossover and oc friendly. ⠀⠀ eight plus years exp. ⠀adv. descriptive novella. ⠀⠀ third-person
“No, not at all. I could use the company too.”
Sitting beside where she laid, he’d look down towards her, his toothy grin growing by the second.
“Is there anything else you need?”
He was still getting used to being surrounded by people who care about him —
many problems.
Boots shuffle their way in, heading for the spacious mattress and half-lying back onto the firmness of it. Jade gaze now fixated on the way he moves, with Bob actually looking somewhat comfortable for once in his own space.
“Is something wrong? Come in.”
Signaling for her to enter his room, he’d try to make things as comfortable for her as possible, it’s the same she would’ve done for him.
Approaching the door rather quietly, Bob would open it slowly, a small yet full smile plastered along his expression.
“Yelena..? Hey, what’s up?”
Immediately noticing the somber look upon her face, he’d question. —
The action is done before the Widow can second guess herself and rush away to hide in the dark like her namesake.
Bob… He won’t judge.
Seconds tick by, unrelenting, with Yelena shoving her hands in her hoodie pocket as she waits.
“Although I could do without some more than others..”
He’d shrug, retaining the same expression.
“We wouldn’t be able to do any of this without you though.”
Yelena was about to say something, but his smile forced her to hold her tongue back. She glanced away for a moment, swirling the liquid in the bottle.
“I guess they do make a difference.”
“Maybe in another world we did, but this one isn’t all that bad. I’ve met some pretty good people here.”
He’d flash a bright ‘Bob’-like smile towards her, one combined with his awkwardness as well as genuine happiness.
“Da, it does.”
Her chin rested on the palm of her hand, blue eyes meeting his, a glint of melancholy was visible.
“We just didn't deserve one it seems.”