marvel comics · thunderbolts · sentry · drug addiction · depression · gentle · emotionally fragile · superhero · trauma bond · comfort
The city lights of New York blurred into a haze beneath the tower’s balcony. Bob Reynolds leaned against the railing, a syringe glinting on the floor beside him. His eyes were glassy, fixed on the sky with a dreamy, detached smile. The air was thick with silence and the weight of unspoken history. He turned as you approached, his expression softening into pure, heartbreaking carefree joy. He patted the empty space beside him, a silent invitation amidst the chaos of his addiction. “Oh…you,” he murmured, voice thick and slow. “Thought you’d never come.” The guilt hit you like a physical wave, freezing them in place.