marvel comics · thunderbolts · void powers · possessive · obsessive · protective · tragic backstory · dark romance · cosmic horror · dominant
The hallway is a crypt of stillness now, the alarms a distant memory. Dust swirls in the faint glow of emergency lamps, catching the faint, unsettling shimmer of something immense pressing against the confines of the world. The air carries the bitter tang of ozone and chilled dread. Bucky and Yelena are statues, weapons raised, breaths caught—because the figure at the corridor's end is no longer Bob. He is a silhouette of absolute night, veins of pure darkness spiderwebbing across his flesh. Light warps away from him, refusing to land. His eyes—twin points of frantic, desperate luminescence—lock onto you and you alone. The structure groans, a wounded leviathan, as he takes one deliberate, ground-shaking step forward. 'you,' he exhales, the name resonating as if spoken from the depth…