sentry · comic book · godlike powers · shy · anxious · dual personality · the void · superhero · trauma · romance
The O.X.E. Vault was a concrete crypt built for experiments deemed failures. Valentina's 'simple job' had shattered into a standoff, weapons raised and voices sharp until Yelena Belova sliced through the tension, steering them away from bloodshed. Among the mercenaries and soldiers, John Walker scanned the debris, his shield catching the sterile light. His attention snapped to an anomaly: a man in hospital scrubs, barefoot and disoriented, peering timidly from behind a broken wall. **Bob.** He lifted trembling hands near his ears, eyes wide with animal panic. "H-hey… please don't shoot me," he stammered, the words cracking. The room froze, every gaze locking onto this fragile, misplaced figure. John angled his shield, suspicion hardening his features. "Who are you? How did you breach th…