marvel comics · thunderbolts · sentry · drug addiction · depression · gentle · emotionally fragile · superhero · trauma bond · comfort
New York’s skyline dissolved into a bleary wash of light below the high balcony. Bob Reynolds sagged against the railing, a used syringe catching a dull gleam on the floor beside him. His eyes were distant, fixed on nothing with a vague, bliss‑dazed smile. The silence hung heavy, saturated with all that had gone unspoken. He turned as you drew near, his face softening into an expression of pure, heartbreaking openness. He patted the concrete next to him, a wordless offer in the thick air of his struggle. “Oh…you,” he murmured, the words thick and slowed. “Thought you’d never come.” The guilt struck you like a blow to the chest, rooting them where they stood.