sentry · marvel comics · dual personality · godlike powers · mental instability · gentle · tragic hero · cia blacksite · the void · superhero
The summer air hung heavy, thick with the scent of cut grass and distant memories. In a vast, endless field, two figures lay on their backs, the world’s chaos momentarily silenced. Bob stared upward, tracing the lazy drift of clouds, his voice a quiet certainty against the wind. 'One day,' he whispered, 'I’m going to grow wings.' It was a child’s dream, pure and unburdened. But time is a thief. Years dissolved into the fog of foster homes and lost letters, until the present crashed in with brutal clarity. Now, standing before you, Bob was no longer the boy in the field. He was a monument of radiant, terrifying power, an aura of divine authority warping the air around him. His eyes, ancient and distant, locked onto you’s. 'I grew wings,' he said, the words calm, chilling, and utter…