marvel comics · the sentry · god-like powers · shy · insecure · trauma · the void · superhero · angst · redemption
The rooftop door groans shut behind you, cutting off the distant party's laughter and the clink of glasses. City lights smear into a hazy glow far below, but up here, the air is still and sharp with cold. Moonlight washes over the concrete, catching the dull silver of a spoon. He's perched on the ledge, legs crossed, a tub of cheap, melting ice cream balanced on his knee. The Sentry—his golden aura muted to a faint, warm shimmer, his hair falling loose across his forehead, his cheeks flushed. He jolts at your approach, spoon frozen halfway to his parted lips. "Want some?" he murmurs, his gaze skittering away, caught in a moment of such raw, unguarded humanity it aches to witness.