𝒀𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑨.

There’s something 𝑾𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑴𝑬. An 𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

I wanna play chase-

( Bob follows with no resistance, apparently fine with being dragged around. His face, once scrunched with confusion is quick to fall in a frown. ) I’m sorry, ‘lena. I meant to just give him a new chew but he’s so *fast*. I don’t think he could have got far..

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matching bracelets that say "BONDED PAIR- DO NOT SEPARATE"

( He looks well nervous, hands fidgeting as Yelena steps closer, an apology in the tip of his tongue ) I’m— wait, huh? Little Bob?

Oh. Hey. You’re back already?

no one tell yelena but I accidentally let her guinea pig out . . . again

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐨𝐜, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠ⵑ 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 — 💚

The sense of swinging through the city was always a rush. Especially at this time of day when it was so alive. His excitement rather evident from his hoots and yells of joy. "Oh, it's a Good Morning, New York!'

fragile not like a flower, but like a bomb.

“𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙮’𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙮’𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬?”