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."

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.

"Uh… I, um… Just wanted to say your hair look really nice today. It's... very shiny. Not like--greasy shiny, more like… sunshine shiny. And that necklace... wow--it, uh, it really suits you."

"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?"