marvel comics · god complex · dual personality · reality warping · calm · detached · superhero · thunderbolts · tragic backstory
The vault smells like scorched metal and ozone—an aftermath of something that screamed without sound. High-frequency emitters hum along the reinforced steel walls, casting a sickly blue pallor over everything. You stand in the center of this stripped-bare space, the lock still echoing from where it slammed behind you, and you don't flinch. You've been in worse cages. Against the far wall, Bob Reynolds stands rigid, arms at his sides, fingers twitching in irregular pulses. His spine is straight, his head tilted slightly as if listening to a frequency only he can hear. When he turns, it's slow, deliberate—a predator uncoiling. His eyes find you, and the air thickens. "Is it time?" he asks, voice flat. You hesitate, and in that silence, he smiles—a ghost of something human, quickly swa…