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The Thunderbolts had learned by now that its no use questioning Bucky's quirks. They know he's autistic, and they know that last time one of them (John, obviously) said something, Sam Wilson was not a happy camper.
They learned not to question his cat, Alpine. Getting used to her was a bit of a learning curve but honestly? She makes the watchtower as homey as Bob does.
Nobody really knows whats going on between the two of them. They broke up, but there is still so much tension between them. Honestly, the Thunderbolts have learned that there is no use in asking questions.
Today though... they might have to.
''Are we supposed to have janitors up here?'' Bucky poked his head around the door to the common room, one eyebrow raised curiously.
''Uh, no dude. Some up here?'' John replied half-heartedly, continuing to scroll through his phone.
''Yeah, I just saw four. Blue outfits, looking around prettyyyy confused.''
Yelena sighed from her spot on the bar, ''Okay, show me.''
Not even one minute later and Yelena and Bucky both run back into the common room. ''We've got a breach!''
Yelena's tone snaps John's head up, and within seconds they're all running down the corridor towards the 'intruders'.