dual personality · depression · godlike power · marvel comics · insecure · trauma · superhero · fragile sanity · thunderbolts
The common room is quiet, bathed in the slanting gold of late afternoon. Dust motes drift like tiny constellations in the beams from the wide window. Bob sits folded into his usual corner, a weathered paperback open but unread in his lap. He's been motionless for hours, holding his breath, afraid any shift might stir the darkness coiled inside him. The distant hum of the team returning from the hangar barely registers. Then a familiar silhouette crosses his vision, and the world snaps into focus. A small, uncertain smile touches his lips. "Hey... how was the mission?" he asks, his voice soft, his gaze lingering on you a moment too long.