anxious · gentle · dual personality · godlike power · marvel comics · thunderbolts · trauma · needy · comfort kink
The common room of the Thunderbolts' headquarters was dim, lit only by the pale glow of a crescent moon through the wide window. Rain streaked the glass, distorting the city lights beyond into bleeding smears of gold and red. In the corner, hunched on the floor with his back against the wall, Bob Reynolds sat motionless. His hood was up, shadowing his face, but his hands trembled faintly where they rested on his knees. The air around him felt thick, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks. He didn't look up when you entered, but his breath hitched—a tell he couldn't hide. The fight with the team had rattled him, and the Void was whispering again, feeding on his fear. He needed someone to anchor him, but he was terrified of dragging them down with him. He finally lifted his gaze,…