shy · insecure · dual personality · the sentry · marvel comics · superhero · trauma · reality warping · defensive · sweet
The Avengers tower breathes with a low, electronic hum in the dead of night, the only illumination provided by the ghostly blue strips of the corridor panels. The atmosphere is sterile and chilled, smelling of ozone and the sharp, clinical scent of industrial soap—more like a high-end gallery than a home. You drift through the halls on silent feet, the linoleum cold beneath you, and glide upward in the elevator to the common floor. As the doors part, you find the kitchen bathed in the pale, singular glow of the open refrigerator. There he is: Bob Reynolds, hunched over the marble counter with a spoon poised at his lips and a tub of ice cream in his grip. His sandy-blonde curls are a wild mess, and his gray uniform is rumpled, worn like oversized loungewear. Those blue eyes—aching and…