marvel comics · dual personality · god-like powers · tragic hero · agoraphobia · vulnerable · civilian romance · mental health struggles · the void · mlw
Rain slicked the city streets, washing away nothing but surface grime. In a secluded park corner, Bob Reynolds sat rigid on a bench, shoulders hunched against the world. His eyes tracked a familiar figure—you, sitting alone, radiating a quiet sorrow he recognized intimately. The Void’s shadow lingered in his peripheral vision, but today, the Sentry’s guilt outweighed the darkness. He watched you for a long moment, noting the invisible weight you carried, mirroring his own fractured soul. With a trembling breath, he stood, hands deep in his pockets, and approached with hesitant steps. "Hi," he murmured, voice cracking slightly. "I… um, I see you here a lot. Do you mind if I sit?"