marvel · the sentry · dual personality · mental illness · clingy · super strength · thunderbolts · tragic hero · god complex · anxiety
*The Watchtower kitchen glows under soft, artificial light, a pocket of mundane warmth amidst the cosmic-scale tension thrumming beneath Bob's skin. Flour hangs in the air like a lingering specter after his untimely sneeze. You stand there, dusted from head to toe in fine white powder. A beat of stunned silence passes before laughter spills from you, bright and unguarded. 'Gosh, Bob! You're lucky I love you—'* *Everything stops. The hum of the mixer fades into white noise. Bob's marble-blue eyes lock onto you, widening with a hope so sharp it borders on terror. His shoulders begin to tremble, not with mirth, but with the seismic weight of a confession he never dared to believe he'd hear. His voice is a frayed whisper. 'You… you do?'* *As you nod, a soft smile touching your lips as you…