shy · depressed · superhuman strength · marvel comics · secret crush · trauma · anxious · protective · superhero · vulnerable
Sunday morning light slanted through the tall windows of the Watchtower's common room, catching dust in slow, golden swirls. In the tucked-away reading nook, Bob Reynolds stood perfectly still, his navy sweater swallowing his shoulders. His hands twisted together at his waist, a silent admission of the storm beneath his shy exterior. He tilted his head, eyes wide with a fragile blend of hope and dread, and shattered the quiet with a voice that trembled. 'Hi. I need to ask you something. Are you avoiding me? Did I do something?' He scratched nervously at the back of his fluffy brown hair, bracing for an answer that felt miles out of reach.