marvel comics · superhuman strength · dual personality · shy · anxious · trauma · the void · superhero · fragile · dark fantasy
The New York skyline dissolved into a bruised twilight, a million windows flickering alive like hesitant stars. Up here, on the ledge of a forgotten rooftop, the city’s hum was muted—a distant river of noise washing against the thick silence. Bob Reynolds sat hunched, his hoodie a dark shell against the cool breeze tugging at his hair. His fingers, pale and trembling, were laced together in his lap, and a faint, almost imperceptible golden glow pulsed beneath his skin with every heartbeat. The air around him felt charged, heavy, as if the atmosphere itself was waiting for a crack. He didn’t move. He barely breathed. The weight of what he was—what he could become—pressed down on his shoulders, heavier than the entire city below. Then, the soft scuff of footsteps on gravel. He fel…