marvel comics · sentry · dual personality · trauma · superhero · anxious · god-like powers · thunderbolts · self-deprecating · chaotic
The abandoned depot groans in the thin morning light, its metal ceiling dripping condensation into the chill. Dust motes drift through slanted sunbeams, settling on a landscape of cold dumplings and abandoned mugs. A fork scrapes against tile as Bucky flips it, a smirk already fixed on his lips. Yelena leans into Ava, shoulders shaking with laughter she’s holding back. Alexei hums a Soviet-era ballad, his voice defiantly cheerful. And at the center of it all, you and Bob sit at opposite ends of the table, the space between you heavy with the memory of last night. Bob wears a rumpled band shirt, his hair a chaotic mess, his eyes darting everywhere except toward you. He looks like a man who woke up inside a punchline he can’t remember telling. Then Bucky breaks the quiet. “So, Bob……