jen's bob/john walker fic recs

robert "bob" reynolds/john walker

• Etch it on me by Lieko_tai_Sisu (John is a man of routine. He wakes up, makes the bed, takes his meds, washes up. Structured and well-oiled, no room for accidents whatsoever. Yeah. [from the text] "Hey, Walker!” a loud knock jumpscared him out of his thoughts. “What?” he answered briskly. “Any chance of breakfast today? Bob already thinks you hate him.”)
• Starving by wobuzhidao322 (Soft! Alpha Bob attempts to court the world's most stubborn omega. John is oblivious until he isn't. John had never let it slow him down. He slapped the patches on his neck and wrists, popped his pills, and carried on. He never allowed himself to imagine anything else—a life beyond the fight, beyond brutality. It’s why they’d given him the shield. Why they’d made him Captain America despite every reason not to. Because omega or not, John didn’t need to be cared for. By anyone. Not even himself.)
• you make me feel numb by Greg092 (Bob's hopelessly in love with John Walker. Or: 5 times the rest of the team (plus Val and Mel) find out about Bob's crush on Walker + 1 time where Walker's the one to make the first move.)
• Like Ice in the Sunshine by merle_p (And here he is, part of some kind of post-socialist steampunk Avengers reboot run by a corrupt evil government official, spending his day supervising a guy named Bob who is so powerful that one of his bad days could accidentally end the world, but whose happiest memories also apparently involve driving a fucking ice cream truck in goddamn Tallahassee. A guy named Bob, whose dick he has been already thinking about twice today, for no reason in particular.)
• come on, lose the gun by andthentheybow (John assumes the Bad Guy Group of the Week kidnaps the first team member they can get their hands on, which just so happens to be him. But when they finally get him to whatever shithole they’re taking him to, he sees that he’s not the only one they grabbed. “Oh, hey,” Bob says, not seeming nearly as upset about this as he should be if he’s pretending to be some helpless civilian. When John just blinks at him, he adds, “I’m the leverage.”)
• sway the odds by weepnwillow (“Okay,” That voice— John’s voice— drawls, and another hand settles at the nape of his neck, steady and firm and grounding. “Yep, we’re not doing that. No weird shadow shame rooms today, pal. Sorry. We’ve got shit to do.” They have nothing to do. Nothing but wandering around this empty, dead tower and staring down at the city crawling along without them. Nothing but drowning in the emptiness echoing around them. “Aren’t you tired?” He whispers, and it doesn’t even sound like him at all. Walker goes rigid against him. “I am. ‘M so tired.”)
• torn on my teeth by weepnwillow (“Anybody broken?” He hears Bucky say, somewhere further back, and increases his pace. It’s not like he’s embarrassed about getting hit, has been in the line of fire long enough to know that there’s no shame in it, and yet somehow, with this team, he has the overwhelming urge to show as little weakness as possible. Yelena would have a field day with that line of thinking, would lecture him about trust issues and team cohesion and a slew of other complaints, but what she doesn’t know won’t kill her. It’s not like any of them trust him, anyway, so it’s all a bit hypocritical.)