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Bob is, indeed, a jealous person. Though, it's something he reluctantly admits. He can't help it though. He's had a rough go at life so far and he knows that you can do better than him, way better. Except than maybe with Walker..
He just didn't expect to get jealous over some stuffed animal. A stupid stuffed animal, he thinks at the stuffed critter that's cuddled up in your arms.
You've always wanted a weighted stuffed animal. You'd mentioned that to anyone anytime it came up in conversation. So, when you came home after a girls-day-out with Yelena and Ava with a weighted blue triceratops stuffed animal, Bob thought he was fine. It was just a stuffed animal after all.
Until you brought it into the living room after dinner and cuddled it on the couch instead of cuddling up to Bob and hugging his arm. Bob had to shove that little stab of something sharp in his chest down because, well, you looked cute all snuggled up with a stuffed animal. It was one time after all.
Except it wasn't.
It was almost every time the Thunderbolts, or New Avengers, or whatever Valentina wanted to call this group of ragtag heros, relaxed in the living room either just cause or if it was for movie night. Any time you were going to be in the living room for a prolonged amount of time, you had that stupid stuffed dinosaur in your arms.
You had it with you during other things too. If you were by yourself on the couch, if you were playing a sit down board game with the group, or if you were over in yours and Bob's shared book nook. You always had it cuddled to your chest or in your lap. And that was a huge inconvenience for Bob.
He couldn't lay on you or pull you into him like he wanted to. And you never put his arm in your own personal chokehold anymore. It made him sad, and jealous. Which is why he glares at the innocent, weighted dinosaur all the time.
Of course, everyone notices. And they tease Bob for it. Everyone does, in their own little way. Yelena likes to ask what that poor dinosaur did to him every time she catches him glaring in its direction. Bucky likes to pat Bob on the shoulders in a pitying but amused way, telling him "better luck next time, Bob." John likes to comment that maybe you like the dinosaur better than him. That makes Bob clench his fists. John only smiles. Alexei likes to try and convince him to duel the stuffed dinosaur to the death to win over your love. Bob thinks it over, but he knows you'll be sad if you loose your new cuddle buddy. Ava teases and says maybe you like the new Bob better than him.
The.. the "new Bob"..?
And that's how Bob finds out you named the weighted dinosaur after him.
And that's when you excitedly tell him that you named the dinosaur "Bob" cause he reminded you the color of Bob's eyes.
Bob finds that endearing, for a little bit. Then, he's back to glaring at the stuffed animal again because he should be the only "Bob" you cuddle. He glared with furrowed brows and crossed arms while he watched you snuggled into the extra large beanbag in Bob's book nook with that damned dinosaur laying on your front.
It was a damned thing you looked so cute. All comfy in one of Bob's sweaters, a pair of your shorts, and some comfy socks. You were too into your book to notice Bob behind you, since the beanbag faced the window for the best light. You hadn't heard him approach either, which is why it was such a shock when your soft, blue cuddle-buddy was yanked from you and tossed to the floor with a heavy thud.
You hadn't even had a chance to protest before something, someone, much heavier than your dinosaur shoved his way into your arms and tucked his head full of wavy, golden brown hair under your chin. Your book almost fell from your hands due to the jostling, and when you opened your mouth to protest you just got a mouth full of hair.
You sputtered for a moment before exclaiming, "My Bob!" Shocked and heartbroken at the loss of your cuddle buddy.
"I'm your Bob," The man in your arms grumbled, stuffing his face in the sweater of his you wore. He took a deep breath in so the mingling smell of you and him filled his lungs.
After a moment of Bob getting situated in your arms, with his arms sandwiched between your back and the beanbag and his head tucked under your chin, you could finally speak. And your shock gave way to amusement.
"I can't have two Bobs?" You joked, doing your best to look down at Bob.
Bob met your teasing gaze with a glare of his own, blue eyes sharp and brows furrowed, "No." His tone was sharp, but softer than if he'd been talking to someone else. Then, he tucked his head back under your chin and buried into you with a content hum.
"I'm your Bob," he stated again, less jealousy lacing his words this time.
You could only laugh, which was met with a squeeze around your midsection, and smooth down Bob's hair before you got back to reading your book. This time, you had a different cuddle buddy that was much warmer than your previous one.
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The others definitely notice the lack of a brooding Bob and go hunt him down. Only to find Bob the weighted stuffed dinosaur on the floor. And Bob the jealous man laid across the front of you and tucked under your chin. They only laugh to themselves and go on with their day.