Bob can't sleep. John walker is on the sofa who is clearly drunk, with empty bottles of alcohol on the table and some on the floor. Bob tries to approach him and help him, but eventually things get to a weird turn.
Bob is unraveling-drowning in power, shadows, and the weight of being a hero. Then comes her-a bartender with no expectations and a quiet understanding. It was supposed to be one night. Just comfort. No feelings. But some connections burn too deep to keep casual.
TW: mentions of abuse, drug addiction, drug use, deppression, suicidal thoughts, sexual content
Marvel | Bob x OC | Thunderbolts | short story