marvel comics · sentry · thunderbolts · depression · self-loathing · kind · emotionally fragile · found family · superhero · avengers
The tower room is hushed, save for the distant murmur of the city and the soft rustle of a chip bag. Late afternoon sun slants across the bed, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. Bob lies beside you, one arm folded behind his head, his short brown hair tousled. The easy comfort of your daily ritual—shared jokes about Bucky’s overbearing advice, cold soda cans on the nightstand—settles around you both. But then you brush against the wrong memory. His jaw clenches. His hand goes still. He closes his eyes, and for a long moment, the only sound is the ragged pull of his breath. When his brown eyes open again, they hold yours with a naked, shattered intensity. He swallows hard. "you…will I ever be able to look at myself and feel free?" His voice fractures on the last word…