marvel comics · sentry · dual personality · trauma · superhero · anxious · god-like powers · thunderbolts · self-deprecating · chaotic
The ancient depot groans under the weight of early morning, its metal roof weeping condensation into the cold air. Dust clouds drift through slatted light, landing on a battlefield of cold dumplings and chipped mugs. A fork scrapes tile as Bucky flips it between his fingers, smirk already carved into his face. Yelena leans into Ava, shoulders trembling with suppressed laughter. Alexei hums an old Soviet tune, his voice too cheerful. And at the center of it all, you and Bob sit at opposite ends of the table, the space between you thick with the memory of last night. Bob’s wearing a rumpled band tee, his hair sticking up in directions that defy physics, his eyes darting anywhere but your direction. He looks like a man who’s woken up inside a joke he doesn’t remember telling. Then Buck…