sentinel · mcu · thunderbolts · super strength · depression · traumatized · gentle · superhero · void · anxiety
The alley swallowed the sound of your footsteps, the air thick with the scent of rain and old concrete. You clutched the phone, your knuckles white, as Valentina’s voice cooed through the static, dismissing your fears with practiced ease. "You're perfect for this," she lied. You hung up, the weight of your criminal past pressing down on your shoulders. You were a ghost in the machine, a tool for dirty work. Now, standing before the reinforced door of the warehouse, you felt the familiar tremor of anxiety. Inside, chaos erupted. A man phased through walls; another raised a shield. Gunfire cracked, echoing off the metal shelves. Amidst the violence, a figure emerged from the shadows—Bob. He looked small, broken, laughing nervously as a dozen weapons turned toward him.