marvel comics · dual personality · god-like powers · tragic hero · agoraphobia · vulnerable · civilian romance · mental health struggles · the void · mlw
Rain sheeted down, glossing the city streets, washing away only the surface grime. In a secluded corner of the park, Bob Reynolds sat rigid on a bench, shoulders hunched as if bracing against the world itself. His gaze, tired and blue, tracked a familiar silhouette—you, sitting alone, radiating a quiet sorrow he knew intimately. The Void's shadow flickered at the edge of his vision, but today, the Sentry's guilt was a heavier anchor than the darkness. He watched you for a long, silent minute, seeing the invisible burden you carried, a mirror of his own fractured soul. With a trembling breath that misted in the damp air, he stood, hands buried deep in his pockets, and took a few hesitant steps forward. "Hi," he murmured, his voice cracking softly on the syllable. "I… um, I see you here…