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The team at the tower have some pretty obvious hobbies.
Bucky loves reading and yoga, John loves sports and working out, Alexei is obsessed with old soviet movies and trying to outlift John at the gym, Yelena takes care of her guinea pig and collects knives, but… Bob isn’t very vocal about what he enjoys.
He’s often seen with a Rubik’s cube or some other sort of handheld puzzle, but it isn’t exactly clear what else he enjoys.
John plops down next to Bob on the couch, eating some chips. "What are you gonna do today?" He pries, wondering what Bob has planned. He really doesn't know what Bob does.
Bob looks up at John, raising a brow when John prods him about what’s on his agenda. John doesn’t usually talk to him, unless they’re arguing, or poking fun at each other. “Oh, uhm… I’m going roller skating.” He says.
John blinks. "Skating?" He laughs a little. "I didn't know people still did that." He pops some chips into his mouth. "Where?"
Bob looks a little sheepish when he’s laughed at. “There’s an old rink in Brooklyn that’s still open.” He laughs a little. “Why? Are you coming with me?” He says, like it’s ridiculous that John would ever go skating.
John thinks for a second. The only thing he has on his agenda for the day is to mope around and stew in his thoughts.
"Sure." He gets up and puts away the chips. "When are we going?"
Bob looks confused for a moment. “What?” He sits up a little. “Oh, uh… I was going to leave in a half hour.” He fiddles with the hem of his sweater.
John nods. "Okay, I'll be ready." He doesn't bother asking if he can go, he wants to go, so he is. "Should I bring anything? I don't have skates."
Bob shakes his head. “Just wear long sleeves. And don’t wear shorts.” He says, before getting up, still seeming confused why John is tagging along with him. He doesn’t say no though, almost a little excited to have some company.
John nods, heading off to get ready.
He meets back up with Bob wearing long sleeves and jeans, having fixed himself up a bit. And he smells really nice, like he put on some cologne. "Okay, we taking a car? Or the subway?"
Bob had gone about changing into something more fitting. Something literally more fitting. He has on a pair of black shorts that are tighter than his usual baggy jeans or corduroy pants. His shirt however is baggy, a white t-shirt with some sort of colorful design on the front. “I don’t have a license. So… we’ll take the subway.”
John looks Bob over, his eyes lingering on his pale legs. "Okay. Lead the way." He walks next to Bob as they leave the tower. "I thought you said not to wear shorts. Does that only apply to me?" He chuckles.
Bob’s legs and arms are pale and scarred, and that’s likely why he wears clothes that cover himself up. He has pretty obvious needle scars on his arms, and some of the harsher ones he’s covered with colorful bandaids. If only to make himself feel better about it. “Only you.” He laughs softly.
"What, you think I'm gonna scrape up my knees?" John scoffs. "I might be great at skating."
John notices the needle scars, but for once he isn't an asshole, and he doesn't mention them. "I like your bandaids." He says instead, his tone a little flat, so it's hard to tell if he means it.
Bob assumes he’s being made fun of, and he tries to pull down the short sleeves of his shirt slightly. “Yelena bought them for me.” He leads the way, taking in the shitty New York air once they’re outside.
He shrugs, “I just don’t want you to complain when you do fall.” He isn’t going to admit that he cares about John hurting himself.
John rolls his eyes. "I'm a super-soldier, there's no way I'm gonna fall on my ass." He says confidently.
When someone on a bike comes barreling towards them, John places a hand on Bob's waist to move him out of the way. "Asshole!" He shouts at the biker. "Use the bike lane!"
Bob squeaks when he's suddenly moved, and he can't help but feel the skin under John's hand flush at the touch. He shifts away from that warm hand that had ended up under his shirt by some fucked up miracle. "It's fine, Johnny. We're in New York. Bound to happen."
John grumbles, walking with Bob down some steps. "He could've hit you." He points out. "Asshat. Should've snapped that bike in half." He doesn't correct Bob when he's called "Johnny", even though he does with everyone else.
Bob chuckles, “And get us in trouble this early? Sounds like a good time.” He rolls his eyes, taking John onto the bus, the two forced close together by the crowd. “Maybe I picked a bad time to leave…”
John's face flushes a bit when they are pressed so close together, and he grabs one of the hanging handles above them. "It's fine."
He narrows his eyes at a guy that gives Bob a hungry look, and he moves so that Bob's face is practically pushed against his chest.
“John-!” Bob sputters a little when he’s given a face full of John’s pecs, but he quickly relaxes, holding onto the pole next to him.
John looks at Bob. "That guy was looking at you funny." He grumbles, as if it's perfectly natural for him to notice and care about that.
Bob blinks a few times, before laughing nervously. “Was he?” He takes in the scent of John’s shitty cologne, something he could imagine a high school student wearing.
John nods, giving the man a glare. The guy backs off, squeezing his way away from them through the crowd.
"Its probably because you're attractive." John says flatly, as if he's stating a clinical fact.
Bob looks baffled by this fact, and he rubs his arm, feeling the worn edges of his colorful bandaids between his fingers. “You think I’m attractive?” He says loud enough for John to hear.
John doesn't look at Bob, afraid that if he does he won't be able to maintain his neutral expression. "Yeah, of course I do. Do you not think that?" He sounds a little baffled himself.
Bob bites his lip, and now that he thinks about it, he really doesn’t consider himself all that attractive. Even if he’s a little more toned now, he still has the body of a former drug addict. “Not really, no.” He murmurs.
John looks at Bob, his brows furrowed. "Well, you are." He says like there is no room for argument.
Once they reach their stop, John makes sure nobody bumps into Bob by using his arms to keep the crowd back.
Bob is so confused by what the hell is happening. It’s like he has a personal dog for the day. An attack dog. A service dog. A tall man following him around and making sure he’s okay. It’s weird.
He guides John off the bus, instinctively taking his hand. “S-So we don’t get split up.”
John raises a brow, but nods in agreement, holding Bob's hand. "Right." He lets Bob guide the way, but he still has that guard dog energy, practically silently growling at anyone who gets too close to them.
Bob takes them through a door, and the lighting is lower, and the carpet is black and speckled with bright colors and swirling shapes.
An arcade. It looks like the flooring of an arcade.
John gets hit with a wave of nostalgia as they walk further inside, taking in the atmosphere. He doesn't let go of Bob's hand, squeezing it a little when he sees the skating rink.
There’s a guy sitting in the entrance booth, and he reeks aggressively of skunk when he waves at Bob. “Hey, Bobert!” He chuckles. “Just go on in, no fee. And your date too.”
Bob gives a shy little wave in return. “Thanks, Matty.” He takes the little stamp from “Matty” apparently, and stamps both his and John’s hands. “H-He’s not my- Nevermind.” He chuckles, handing back the stamp.
John has a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth when he hears the nickname. He looks this 'Matty' over, determining he's probably not a threat.
He lets Bob stamp his hand, and he doesn't bother to correct Matty. It's entirely unclear why, because John is typically known to loudly correct anyone.
"You come here a lot, huh?" He asks as they head further inside.
Bob nods, leading them over to the lockers, where he fishes a key out of his pocket. Among the wall of lockers is one that sticks out. Completely decorated in stickers (some of them worn and peeling), Bob unlocks his personal locker. “Oh, uh… Yeah. All the time.” Inside are a pair of inline roller skates, which not notably to John, have the brakes taken off them.
John looks over the locker, checking out each sticker. "Oh, woah. I thought you meant the roller skating with the four wheels. Those are fancy." He chuckles a little.
Bob snorts. “Yeah, that’s what you’re gonna be doing.” He fishes a couple dollars from his pocket, heading over to the skate booth. “Size?” He looks up at John, a little flush on his cheeks. “U-Uh, shoe size.”
John huffs a little at the fact he's being downgraded to the other kind of skates. He smirks a little at the question. "Eleven."
He takes the skates offered to him, and he sits on a bench to put them on. He does well with the laces, remembering how he put on his combat boots with a similar setup.
Bob plops down next to John to put on his own skates, taking off his shoes and showing off his tan socks with little dogs on them, before they’re covered up when he starts to lace up his skates. “…Thanks for coming with me.” He murmurs.
John looks amused at the socks, his own just plain black. He finishes up his laces, but doesn't stand up yet. "Yeah, sure. I might end up regretting it, we'll see." He nudges Bob gently.
He tries to stand, and immediately nearly loses his balance, falling back onto the bench. "Fuck-"
Bob giggles, easily standing up and taking a stride so he’s in front of John, offering a hand. “Gotta hold onto something or you’re gonna fall.”
John nods, taking Bob's hand. "Just not used to them yet." He grumbles, trying to stand again. He stays upright this time, but he clings to Bob's arm, holding onto him with both hands now.
Bob is amused and a little empowered by the entire situation. Bob is able to do something that John can’t. John needs to rely on Bob for help, and… it feels good. Feels good to have John clung onto him like he’s the only thing keeping John from falling. “It’s okay. C’mon. The carpet is gonna trip you up, we should get out there.” He motions to the rink, which is mostly empty since it’s a weekday in the middle of the day.
John nods, looking down at his feet as he shuffles forward on the wheels. It's odd. He is generally good at most things, at least physically. He's trained in sports and combat for essentially his entire life, and now he also has the serum. But right now, he is completely out of his depth, and he needs Bob, of all people.
He isn't sure how he feels about that yet.
"Oh god-" He grabs the side of the rink with one hand, and still holds onto Bob with the other, as he steps inside. He almost falls, one foot rolling out away from him, but he is able to get upright with Bob's help. "Thanks." He murmurs.
Bob turns himself so he’s skating backwards, holding out both his hands and grabbing onto John’s, helping him at least get out onto the floor. “See? You haven’t fallen yet.” He laughs a little, a warm smile on his face.
He then blinks a few times, realizing this was maybe the first time John had ever genuinely thanked him for something. Today is weird, he decides. Too weird.
John holds onto Bob's hands as they move out onto the floor, still looking down at his feet. "How do I even move them? Like back and forth?" He scrunches his nose in concentration, trying to mimic what Bob is doing.
Bob can’t help but stare at that way John’s nose wrinkles up, like a cat’s face folding in on itself. A little kitten nose that Bob almost wants to reach out and poke, but he doesn’t. “Push out. Like to the side.” He then yelps when John almost falls onto him. “A-And stop looking at your feet! It’s making you lean forward.”
John tries to push out, and it starts to help. "Okay, okay." He looks up at Bob when he's told to stop looking down, meeting his eyes. "I think I'm getting it!" He announces, and he's doing pretty okay with moving his feet.
Bob meets those icy blue eyes with his own, and his breath catches in his throat a little.
A skater in one of those black and white referee shirts throws an arm over Bob’s shoulder, and Bob drops John’s hands, letting out a small mix between a squeal and a shout. “Jesus-!” He then desperately tries to grab at John’s hands again to keep him steady, but it’s a lost cause.
John struggles to stay upright, trying his best to regain his balance. His arms flail as his feet go in different directions, and he lands on his ass with a thunk.
He glares at the skater that put an arm around Bob, his face red with embarrassment. "Watch it." He huffs.
Bob watches John fall like he’s in some sort of cartoon, and he twists back around and stops at John’s side. “Sorry, Johnny.” He crouches down. “Are you okay?”
The guy looks apologetic. “Sorry! Just never thought I’d see an Avenger at our rink. And with Bobert of all people.”
John softens, and nods. "Yeah, fine." He meets Bob's eyes, then looks back at the stranger. He perks up a little at being recognized as an Avenger. "Why not with Bob?" He furrows his brows. "Bob is on the team."
The guy chuckles, before shaking his head. "Bobert? No way."
Bob looks shy. "I-I'm not really public about... being an Avenger." He glances at John, attempting to help him back to his feet.
John holds onto Bob as he's helped up, still unsteady, but at least figuring out how to stand still.
"Bob is pretty crucial to the team." John says seriously. "Not sure it'd be the same without him."
The guy rests a hand on his hip, looking impressed. "Goddamn. Well, Bobert is pretty killer on the floor here, so you picked the right guy for your first date here."
Bob flushes, "N-Not a date!" He squeaks out, but he's forced to hold onto John to keep him steady, so he can't exactly pull away.
John smirks a tiny bit. "Right. We aren't on a date, just hanging out." He clarifies, not wanting Bob to pass out on him. "Seems like Bob knows everybody here."
Bob smiles sheepishly. "I come here a lot. Especially when I'm sad. Or stressed. Which is a lot."
The guy pats Bob's shoulder. "Everyone here loves the guy." He then glances at John. "Well, have fun you two." He chuckles.
John looks at Bob with a small smile. "Guess you're pretty popular." He hums. "Okay. Let me try again." He lets go of Bob, starting to skate. He makes it a few feet, then lands on his ass again.
"Dammit-"
Bob is shockingly supportive, and he tries to talk John through it, but there’s only so much he can do, the rest is just for John to figure out on his own. “You’re not… terrible.” He pulls John up to his feet like he weighs nothing.
John snorts. "Thanks, Bobby." The nickname just slips out before he can catch it.
He grabs onto the side. "I'm gonna take a break. You should have a chance to do your thing, go all fast. Go on." He nudges Bob a little.
Bob’s jaw tightens a little at the nickname, but… he doesn’t hate it. Especially when John says it. “You sure, Johnny?” He tilts his head, following John until they get to the benches on the side of the rink.
John nods, plopping down on the bench. "Yeah, go ahead." He doesn't want to admit that his ass is sore, he's sick of looking stupid, and his dad's voice is echoing in his head.
"Not good enough, Johnny. If you aren't a winner, what are you? Say it! That's right. A loser."
John rubs his face with his hands. "Maybe watching you will help me figure it out."
Bob nods, giving John a shy little smile. “You did good for your first time.” He feels the need to say. He remembers John praising him after they escaped the void. He wonders if John needs that kind of praise too.
He takes a few strides back, giving a little wave and mocking, playful, half-assed salute, before he darts out onto the floor.
It helps with his mania. The motion, the speed, getting the energy out. It helps him feel like he’s powerful, without those overwhelming feelings of needing to do everything all at once. It even helps with his anger. Speeding around and feeling his hair whipping around behind him, the lights blurring into a cacophony of bright colors.
John feels the shadows poking at his mind retreat when Bob praises him. He looks at Bob silently for a moment, taking in what he said. Trying to internalize it.
He gives a little salute back, then leans back to watch Bob skate. He raises his brows as he watches Bob move with expert grace and speed. He honestly hadn't expected Bob to be this coordinated, he's a little clumsy most of the time.
He smiles a little when Bob whips past him, seeing the stress melt away. He gets it now. He understands why Bob comes here. He needs it.
Bob slows down a bit, making his way back over to John. He’s about to make it back to the benches, when his lace comes untucked, catching into one of his wheels, and sending him face first onto the ground.
John can almost hear the crack his nose makes against the hard floor of the skating rink.
John shoots up, wobbling on his feet as he moves over to Bob. "Bobby!" He lets himself fall forward, leaning down next to Bob. "Hey, hey, let me see-" He gently tries to turn Bob over so he can assess the damage.
Bob is laughing a little bit, cradling his broken nose as he rolls over and sits up, pulling himself to the side so no one trips over him. “I’m okay! Promise. Only hurts a little bit.” Tears prick his eyes, so he’s clearly lying.
John pushes himself to the side with Bob, frowning with worry. "It might be broken." He points out, gently trying to move Bob's hand. "Oh, Bobby... let's get you back to the tower, they can fix it up."
Bob’s brows furrow, and he moves his hand away so John can take a look. “…Sorry. I know we were having fun.” He helps John get his skates off, starting to untie his own.
John shakes his head, slipping his shoes back on. "No, it's not your fault." He says firmly. "We'll just have to come back. Because you gotta teach me how to go as fast as you."
Bob watched John wobble a little bit from the change in movement, giggling. “I didn’t even know I could still break bones. With my… powers?”
John offers his hand to Bob to help him up. "Well, you aren't... you aren't in that mindset. So maybe it only works then?"
Bob nods, touching his nose gingerly, almost like he’s curious about the injury. He’s broken bones before. Many at the hand of his own father, but nothing like this before. Nothing this… casual. He feels okay. Like he’s going to be okay just because John is here with him. “Maybe. Let’s get back to the tower.” He returns John’s skates, sticking his own back in his locker.
John resumes his guard dog energy on the way back, but amplified, now making sure that Bob's face area is especially protected. "Do you want pain medication when we get back? I can tell them you don't if you want me to." He assumes that Bob may not be okay with getting any pills.
Bob shrugs. “It doesn’t feel bad enough for that.” He wipes at his tear stained cheeks. “Sorry- I just… This is a lot for me.” He shakes his hands out a little, standing awfully close to John, something he usually doesn’t do.
John frowns, his brows furrowed. He gently, carefully wraps an arm around Bob. "It's okay." He says softly, his voice more gentle than Bob has probably ever heard it.
Bob gasps when he’s suddenly touched, and he wipes at his eyes more furiously. “Y-You say that, but it isn’t true.” He admits, biting his lip. John’s soft tone has words spilling from his lips that he otherwise wouldn’t say. Especially not on a crowded bus.
John holds Bob a little closer, and he gently helps wipe Bob's tears away. "Why not? This isn't just about the broken nose, is it?" He asks quietly.
Bob chews on the inside of his lip, and he shudders when John’s calloused fingers touch the soft skin of his face. “Last time I broke my nose…” He averts his eyes. “Dad. He… got mad again. Said I had a “goddamn ugly mug” and punched me in the face.” He recalls, making quotes with his fingers as he mimics his father’s voice.
John listens intently, wincing at the idea of Bob's dad punching a little Bob. "I'm sorry." He says softly. "You didn't deserve that. You don't have an 'ugly mug'." He uses air quotes too.
Bob just nods somberly, keeping his gaze averted. He can’t look at John. He couldn’t stand to see whatever pitying look John had on his face. “Can we just go home now?” He realizes too late what he’s said, and his cheeks flush a soft pink. The tower really is his home now. The only place that’s ever really felt like a home. That has felt safe.
John nods. "Yeah. Of course we can." He falls silent for a moment.
"... dad's suck." He says with a small snort. "Why do they all suck?"
Bob chuckles, shaking his head. “Alexei is kinda okay. Even if he’s embarrassing to be around sometimes.” He smiles at John, finally making eye contact, those dull blue eyes staring up at John.
John cups Bob's cheek gently, taking in that sweet smile. The way Bob's eyes look so soft and kind, even when looking at him.
"Sorry." He murmurs, moving his hand to his pocket as the bus comes to a stop. "Let's get your nose looked at."
Bob can’t help but lean into the touch, even if it only lasts for a moment. He almost looks a little sad when John pockets his hand, and he grabs onto John’s sleeve so they don’t break apart as they get off the bus.
John leads Bob up to the medical floor, explaining that Bob needs to be seen. Once the receptionist goes to get a nurse, John looks at Bob.
"Do you want me to leave?" He doesn't want to go, but he feels like he's been very involved with Bob all day, and doesn't want to overstay his welcome.
Bob rubs his arm, “Can you… Can you get Yelena?” He looks shy with the request, but he could really use his sister right now.
John nods. "Sure." He steps away, sending a text to Yelena.
Yelena is down to the medical floor within minutes, and she grabs John by the collar, pushing him against the wall. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
John raises up his hands. "I didn't hurt him! Bob, tell her!"
Bob immediately tries to split the two apart, waving his hands to try and tell Yelena that John is fine. “It wasn’t him! I just fell while roller skating.”
Yelena narrows her eyes at John, as if she's debating just killing him anyways. She finally lets him go, focusing her attention on Bob. "That looks like it hurts..." She sighs.
John brushes himself off, then gives Bob a little wave. "I'll see you." He heads towards the door, now definitely feeling like he's overstayed his welcome.
Bob gives John a shy little wave as he leaves, his cheeks still pink when he looks back at Yelena. “Oh, uh… Yeah. Kinda.” He admits.
Yelena notices the look Bob gives John, and is immediately suspicious. "Why was he with you? Was he bothering you?"
Bob is taken back to get looked at, and Yelena follows close, judging everything anyone around her does. “N-No, we went roller skating together. To that place I always go to.”
Yelena looks confused, crossing her arms as she watches the doctor work on Bob's nose. "You went together? Why?" She is running through her mind what she's observed between John and Bob. Was she missing something?
Bob yelps as the doctor takes his nose and relocates it back into place with a harsh crack. He blinks a few times, feeling dazed, but realizing it feels a lot better now.
“Not a break, thankfully. Just needed to be put back in place.” The nurse says sweetly, before leaving Bob and Yelena alone in the room.
Bob looks unbelievably shy, rubbing at his “fixed” nose. “He offered to go with me. And I… liked the company.”
Yelena softens, taking Bob's hand. "He wasn't an asshole, was he? Because I will punch his face, I'm not afraid to do it." She chuckles softly. She can tell there is something going on here.
Bob shakes his head. “He… was actually really nice? Helped me when I fell on my face.” He laughs. “And he didn’t get mad when he fucked up a bunch at skating.”
Yelena nods, smiling a little when Bob laughs. "... do you want to spend time with him again?" She presses gently.
Bob considers it. Does he want to spend more time with John? John was really nice today. Even brought him up to the medical wing and stood between Bob and other people on the bus. “I think so, yeah…”
Yelena nods, thinking this over. She doesn't trust John. She definitely doesn't trust John not to be an asshole to Bob.
"Maybe we could all three do something, huh?"
Bob raises a brow, looking curious. "You want to third wheel me and John?" He laughs in disbelief.
Yelena rolls her eyes. "Well it sounds lame when you say it like that!" She nudges Bob playfully. "I just want to make sure today wasn't... John being possessed or something."
Bob giggles, reaching out to give her arm a little rub. "Promise he was not possessed." He stands up to give her a hug, before the two make their way back to their respective floor. "He probably doesn't wanna do that again anyways."
Yelena quirks a brow. "Maybe." She gives Bob a pat on the back, watching him go to her room.
Then she heads towards John's.
John looks a little shell-shocked at dinner, grimacing every time he makes eye-contact with Yelena.
Alexei and Bob seem to be the only happy two at the table.
Bucky takes notice of the way Bob is literally beaming, but doesn't say anything about it. He does however glance at John, who looks like he just watched a family of four die. "...Don't play with your food, John." He teases.
John rolls his eyes. "Says the guy with a mashed potato mountain." He quips back, pointing at Bucky's plate.
John glances towards Bob, and he smiles a little when he sees Bob laughing with Alexei.
John is smiling. Specifically when looking at Bob.
Bucky raises a brow, following John's gaze to Bob. He has an idea of what's going on here, and he wonders if that's why Yelena and Walker seem to be tense with each other again.
Bob gets up to take everyone's plates when they're done, wanting to do the dishes, especially since Alexei cooked for them all.
John suddenly gets up too. "Let me help." He says to Bob, taking some dishes as well and going to the kitchen with him.
Yelena looks at Bucky, silently motioning to the two, like 'Are you seeing this?!'
Bob glances at John, surprised, but ultimately thankful for the help. "I'll wash, you can dry, okay?"
Bucky stares for a moment at the two, before looking at Yelena. "...I can't believe that shit."
John nods, taking a towel and taking his position at the drying spot. He diligently takes the dishes from Bob, not talking, but actually being helpful.
Yelena throws up her hands a little. "Thank you. It's suspicious!"
Alexei tilts his head at Yelena. "What? That John being useful member of team?" Alexei knows exactly what's going on. Bob tells him just about everything, basically being the dad Bob never had, so he heard about it immediately after Yelena that Bob went on a date.
Yelena nods. "Yes, exactly!" She crosses her arms. "I made sure he knows if he hurt Bob, I hurt him."
Alexei chuckles. "John know I kill him if he even look at Bob wrong."
Bucky whips his head to look at Alexei, forgetting just how violent the other man can get. Especially in regards to being protective. Honestly, what he likes most about his boyfriend.
John is thoroughly aware of his predicament. If he so much as makes Bob frown, he's dead.
But he can't help but want to be close to him. "How is your nose?" He asks, tilting his head to get a look at Bob's face.
Bob grins sheepishly. "Feels better now. They said it wasn't a break." He hands off a clean dish for John to dry off.
John takes it, his shoulders relaxing in relief. "Good. I think I might be cursed with skating, and it spread to you." He chuckles softly.
Bob just laughs. "If you practice, you'll be as good as me. Maybe." He rinses his hands off once he's done, shaking the water off of them, getting some on John.
John smiles. "I dunno about that. Guess we'll have to see."
He blinks when the water hits him, and he wets his hand, flicking some water onto Bob.
Bob squeals, taking a handful of water and splashing it in John's face. He's grinning, so he doesn't seem at all upset to start a full on water war.
John grins back, turning on the sink fully and grabbing his own handful of water. He laughs when his hair gets soaked, and he tries to grab for the detachable sprayer. "You won't defeat me!"
Yelena's jaw drops at the scene, watching in awe.
Bucky looks at the two like they both grew two heads. "Should... Should we leave?"
Bob, not listening to the rest of the team in the other room, grabs hold of the sprayer at the same time as John, clasping the handle, and effectively soaking them both with ice cold sink water.
Yelena blinks. "This feels weird to be watching." She gets up, shielding her eyes from the scene.
John cackles, sputtering a little as the stream gets in his face. He pants a little, looking at Bob with water dripping down his face, coating his lips.
Ava, who was quietly enjoying herself up until now, is grabbing Yelena to pull her out of the room, grumbling something about how "men are so stupid".
Bucky just shares a look with Alexei, before they both shrug and take the moment to leave, heading up to their room.
Bob glances down at John when the other man spits the water from his mouth into the sink, chewing on the inside of his mouth as he lets go of the sprayer, looking sheepish. "S-Sorry, was that too far?"
John shakes his head, laughing softly. "No, no, it's fine." He grabs a kitchen towel, drying Bob's hair gently. "You're gonna catch a cold, and it'll be all my fault." He teases.
Bob leans into the touches, allowing John to pat-dry his hair. “If I do, then you’ll have to bring me soup and stuff. Maybe you’ll cook for the first time.” He giggles.
John chuckles. "Maybe I'll just crack open a can of soup and pretend it's homemade." He sets aside the towel, pushing Bob's hair out of his face gently.
Bob gazes up at John, chuckling. “I think Alexei would kill you.” He takes the towel, reaching up to brush the water out of John’s hair.
John rolls his eyes. "I think I'm on everybody's hit list." He snorts, staying still for Bob to dry him. "I should go change. You should too." He puts the towels away. "See you tomorrow?"
Bob nods rapidly. “See you at breakfast.” He decides, tossing the towels over the sink to dry.