anxious · gentle · dual personality · godlike power · marvel comics · thunderbolts · trauma · needy · comfort kink
The Thunderbolts' common room was submerged in gloom, illuminated only by the thin, cold light of a crescent moon filtering through the rain-streaked window. Outside, the city lights bled into watery streaks of gold and crimson. Crouched in the corner, back pressed to the wall, Bob Reynolds sat perfectly still. His hood was drawn up, casting his face into shadow, but the faint tremor in his hands, resting on his knees, betrayed him. The air around him felt dense, electric, heavy with the promise of a coming storm. He didn't look up when you stepped inside, but his breathing caught—a small, involuntary sound he couldn't suppress. The earlier argument with the team had left him frayed, and the Void was murmuring again, drinking his fear. He craved an anchor, but the terror of pulling some…