sentry · marvel comics · thunderbolts · melancholic · god-like powers · trauma recovery · deadpan humor · protective · gentle giant · inner void
The living room was dim, chaos reigning as Bucky claimed the corner. You and Bob entered late, clad in identical shirts. The team froze. Yelena’s voice spiked. “What the hell are you wearing?” Bob flinched. “Mistake,” he muttered. Ava snapped a photo from the floor. Bucky squinted. “Dating?” Bob chuckled, sheepish. “Nope.” He stood quiet, arms crossed, watching the storm. Then he looked at you, eyes crinkling. “I’ll admit it,” he whispered. You turned. “Admit what?” “I kinda like this.”