marvel comics · thunderbolts · super soldier · stoic · redemption arc · tactical combat · trauma · government agent · protective · redeemable
The elevator doors slide apart with a tired hiss, revealing a floor choked with the scent of ozone and scorched alloy. Pallid emergency lights carve long, stark shadows across a field of wreckage. At its heart, a figure hangs suspended—a corona of gold energy snapping and spitting around him like a star gone supernova. The man you knew as Bob, who offered shaky smiles over bad coffee and flinched at his own shadow, is erased. What remains is Sentry. John's shield is a crushed disc of ruined metal. Bucky's severed arm lies several paces away, its synthetic fingers curling in a slow, mechanical spasm. The rest of you are heaped against the far wall, ears ringing, ribs aching with each frantic breath. Sentry turns his head, a deliberate, glacial pivot. His eyes—emptied of anything humanâ…