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Part 3 of My MCU Time Travel Fics , Part 2 of Bob's Time Travelling Adventures
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Bob's Time Travelling Adventure Part 2: Electric Bungaloo

Summary:

Bob is back to the past again but this time, his only companion was a dead body.

He dealt with it as best as he could. Which is not so much.

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(See the end of the work for notes.)

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“Oh, no.”

 

Bob wanted to drop down on his knees and cry but considering that the place which he found himself in was a morgue and he didn't know how many viruses could be found on its floor, he didn't dare bet on his luck. Considering that this was the second time that something like this had happened to him, he was sure that his luck was sitting on the negative scale.

 

He shivered. The morgue was ice-biting cold and he was only wearing his pajamas, the one with the cartoonish banana with eyes, hands, mouth and limbs. A housewarming gift from John. He gave the man a bonsai in return. 

 

In another time, the pajamas were very comfortable to wear, even when he was still in the middle of cooking eggs and bacon for breakfast, but it served little protection inside a room with a temperature of 39 °F. 

 

He looked yearningly at the door to the right side of the room. However, after his last impromptu adventure to the past Yelena and the others had sat down him and firmly told him that if he ever found himself in the past again, he needed to stay still and not wander away from the exact position when his out-of-control power dropped him off. He fiddled at the specialized tracking bracelet around his left wrist and hoped with all of his heart that they would find him very quickly. 

 

Regret followed the thought. He was so useless that he couldn't even control his own power and he needed to rely on others to save his ass whenever he found himself in an unexpected predicament. And it was always whenever Yelena and the others were already tired from doing missions after missions. 

 

He hugged himself tightly. Why did he always have to make things worse for them? 

 

He didn't know if his body was capable of dying of cold but he didn't want to know. He could feel the Void getting restless at the back of his mind and Bob knew if he ever let go of his control of his body, another catastrophic event was coming. He was dangerous, an out of control nuclear bomb and someone who shouldn't be in a normal society. 

 

His teeth chattering softly, he looked around the morgue until his gaze fell upon the dead body lying on the table in the middle of the room. A white sheet covered the dead man’s privates, protecting his dignity even in death.

 

Curious, he walked towards the table and stared down at the corpse. The corpse was that of a young man, probably in his mid-twenties. His Eastern-European features were pleasing to the eye and his body was lean with some defined muscles. But the most eye-catching thing about him was his hair: bleach-blond on top and brown at the bottom. 

 

The bullet holes riddling his upper body were a tragic reminder of what had killed him. 

 

Bob felt pity for the dead man. Who was he? Did he have a family, a lover and a job before an unfortunate thing happened to him? What kind of life he had lived before his untimely death? Was he a law-abiding citizen or a society reject like Bob? Did he have loyal friends or were he completely alone? 

 

His body having accustomed to the temperature of the room, Bob relaxed and began to talk since he had nothing better to do while he waited for his friends to come and get him.

 

“Hey, um, how do I begin? My name is Bob and I shouldn't be here, you know? I fucked up, which according to my dad was something I always do since the day I was born. But I didn't mean to! I swear, I stopped taking drugs and started cooking and eating healthy since you know, you have no choice but to find new hobbies when you find yourself alone inside a highly-fortified building with all of the daily necessities available and all of your friends are always busy saving the world. It gets lonely but you can't really complain because you didn't have anything before.

 

“I’m really grateful to have my friends, for the roof over my head and for being alive after I abused the fuck out of my body while living in the streets. I even signed myself to a medical experiment which turned out to be a supersoldier experiment. I survived and got better but my depression gained a personality of its own and now I’m always in danger of losing control of my powers and sending the people around me to their Depression Rooms, which is messed up. 

 

“And now I also have an out of control time travel powers which would send me to the past even in the middle of cooking my own breakfast. Oh God, I hope that the Tower is fire-proof! That's my home after a decade of living in the streets and I really hope that I didn't burn it down to the ground! John would kill me if Ava didn't get to me first!”

 

Bob closed his eyes and did the breathing exercise that Yelena had taught him so he would calm down whenever he felt like he was about to have a panic attack. He was being foolish. The bacon would be unsalvageable at this point but the Tower would survive. Valentina would surely put a defence mechanism against burning breakfast inside the Tower. With three supersoldiers, an ex-assassin and an ex-SHIELD Agent and Bob living in one place, all kinds of accidents should be expected. 

 

He ran a hand over his hair. He couldn't help but laugh. “I'm so pathetic, aren't I? Talking to a dead person just because I found myself alone in the past. John would call me crazy if he were here and Yelena would smack his head for that. But she would also look at me like I’ve lost my mind and offer me a hug.”

 

He wiped away the tears gathering on his eyes. “I wish you’re alive to talk to me. It's hard to be alone again after having people who love me,” he said, hoarsely. 

 

“Yeah.”

 

Letting out a small squeak of surprise, Bob jumped a few feet from the table. His heart thundering, he looked back at the table and saw that the dead guy was no longer dead. 

 

The former dead guy was now sitting on the table’s edge, the white sheet bundled up on his lap which left his legs bare. His skin no longer had the deathly pallor it had just a couple of minutes before and now had a healthy tone. A pair of exquisite blue eyes were checking him up and down before a small smirk appeared on the guy’s lips. 

 

“Hey, my name is Pietro. I don't think we’ve met before,” the guy, Pietro, said so casually as if he was just talking about the weather. “Who are you?”

 

“Bob,” he blurted out before he could think. “I–my name is Bob. And…and–you were dead!” he accused, nearly hysterical.

 

Pietro only nodded in response. “Yup, I was dead. But now I’m alive. Hey, do you know who brought me back to life? Is it Hydra?”

 

Bob quickly shook his head. “No, no, Hydra was gone. Captain Ameri–Steve Rogers brought them down years ago.”

 

Pietro’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really.”

 

Bob eagerly bobbed his head. “Really.”

 

“Well, were you the one who brought me back to life, Bob?” 

 

Bob opened his mouth to refute the question but a thought crossed his mind, making himself close his mouth shut. What if he was really the one who brought back Pietro to life? Did he have resurrection powers amongst the other ones he hadn't learned to control yet? What was he? A god? 

 

If the others were to find out about this, they would definitely kill him. That would be the best outcome because no one knows what Valentine would think if she found out that he could apparently bring a dead person back to life. 

 

Pietro shrugged, totally oblivious to Bob’s upcoming panic attack and hauled himself. His feet touched the cold floor but he didn't seem to care as he wrapped the sheet around his waist. “Hey Bob, do you want to get out of here? I need new clothes and I’m also famished. I would love to have some Chicken Paprikash right now and some Alivenci to share with my sister. That's her favorite food and I don't remember the two of us having it after we signed up to be experimented on by some people with dubious origins, which in hindsight was a very stupid thing to do. Oh wait, I haven't told you her name yet, right? Well, her name is Wand–”

 

The door to the morgue opened with a loud bang and a young woman who seemed to be the same age as Pietro rushed inside, only stopped as her wandering gaze zeroed upon Pietro. Bob watched as her facial expressions cracked and tears gathered behind her lashes.

 

“Brother?” she muttered in a disbelieving tone.

 

“Sister,” Pietro said, smiling. 

 

With a small cry, the young woman ran towards Pietro and threw her arms around him in a tight hug. Pietro hugged her back, still wearing a soft smile. 

 

Touched by the reunion between two siblings, Bob couldn't help but smile, his previous worries forgotten.

 

While his eyes were glued on the brother and sister, who were now happily chatting with each other in a language he didn't understand, a portal appeared behind him and hand snatched the scruff of his pajamas and pulled him inside before the portal closed. 

Notes:

Luckily, the Tower didn't burn down. Unlucky, Bob's bacon was burned into crisps and his friends got mad and worried about him again. He might have accidentally spilled what he done and the New Avengers began freaking out again because 'what do you mean you can bring back people from the dead?! Valentina should never find out about this!'