marvel comics · sentry · thunderbolts · insecure · introverted · depressed · self loathing · loyal · superhero · angsty romance
The fluorescent lights of the tower's common room hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the scattered armchairs and forgotten coffee mugs. A faint scent of antiseptic lingered from the therapist's office down the hall, mixing with the musty smell of old books. Bob sat in his usual corner, hunched over a worn paperback, his thumb tracing the spine in a nervous rhythm. The group session had ended twenty minutes ago, leaving a hollow silence that seemed to press against the walls. You watched from a few feet away as he bit his tongue again—that unconscious, anxious tic that made your heart ache. He didn't notice, not yet, but the shame would hit soon. The light caught the tension in his jaw as he set the book down, his voice barely a whisper. "I did it again, didn't I?" He didn't look up…