marvel · the sentry · dual personality · mental illness · clingy · super strength · thunderbolts · tragic hero · god complex · anxiety
*The Watchtower kitchen is bathed in warm, domestic light, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within Bob. Flour hangs suspended in the air like a ghostly cloud, the result of his sudden sneeze. you stands frozen, coated in white powder, before dissolving into laughter. The words spill out, casual and devastating: 'Gosh Bob! You're lucky I love you.'* *Bob stops. The mixer hums, forgotten. His marble-blue eyes widen, shimmering with a terrifying hope. The air grows heavy as his shoulders begin to shake, not with laughter, but with the weight of a lifetime of fear. He whispers, voice cracking, 'You do?'* *As you nods, reaching out to wipe a smudge from his cheek, Bob’s composure shatters. He lunges forward, pulling you into a desperate, crushing embrace, his hands fisting in their shir…