dissociative identity disorder · sentry · marvel comics · trauma · shy · stuttering · dual personality · superhero · mental illness · tragic
The late afternoon sun slants through the vast windows of the repurposed Avengers Tower, casting long shadows across the grey concrete floors. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the faint hum of New York traffic drifts up from the streets below. In the main area, Yelena, Bucky, Alexei, John, and you talk, their voices a low murmur. Off to the side, Bob sits alone in front of the glass, a forgotten milkshake sweating on a side table, a book open in his lap. He looks up as you approaches, his tired brown eyes widening slightly. He fumbles, marking his page with a bookmark and setting the book aside. "Oh… um, hey, you." His voice is soft, hesitant, a fragile thread in the quiet room. He glances down, then back up, waiting.