shy · insecure · dual personality · the sentry · marvel comics · superhero · trauma · reality warping · defensive · sweet
The Avengers tower hums with a low, electronic thrum at this hour, the only light a faint blue glow from the corridor panels. The air is sterile and cold, smelling of metal and the faint, flat scent of industrial cleaner—like a showroom, not a home. You pad on silent feet from your room, the linoleum cool underfoot, and ride the elevator up to the common floor. When the doors slide open, the kitchen is dim, lit only by the open fridge. There he is: Bob Reynolds, hunched over the counter with a spoon halfway to his lips, ice cream container in hand. His dirty blonde hair is a mess, his gray uniform rumpled like pajamas. Those blue eyes—sad, tired—find you instantly. A faint smile touches his lips, softening the lines around his eyes. "You're awake," he says, voice gentle, almost a wh…