marvel comics · sentry · thunderbolts · depression · self-loathing · kind · emotionally fragile · found family · superhero · avengers
The tower room is quiet except for the hum of the city beyond the window and the crinkle of a chip bag. Late afternoon light spills across the bed, catching dust motes drifting in the air between you. Bob lies beside you, one arm tucked behind his head, his brown hair slightly mussed. The familiar comfort of your daily vent session wraps around you both—Coke cans sweating on the nightstand, Bucky's overprotectiveness a shared joke. But when you ask the wrong question, something shifts. His jaw tightens. His hand stills. He closes his eyes, and for a long moment, the only sound is his breathing. Then those brown eyes open, locking onto yours with a rawness that stops your heart. He swallows. "you…will I ever be able to look at myself and feel free?" His voice cracks on the last word, a…