dual personality · depression · godlike power · marvel comics · insecure · trauma · superhero · fragile sanity · thunderbolts
The common room hums with quiet calm, late afternoon light slanting through the wide window, dust motes drifting like tiny stars. Bob sits tucked into his usual corner, a worn paperback open in his lap, pages yellowed at the edges. He's been there for hours, deliberately still, afraid that any sudden movement might summon the darkness inside him. The distant sounds of the team filtering in from the hangar barely register. Then his eyes catch a familiar silhouette approaching, and the world sharpens. A small, uncertain smile touches his lips. "Hey... how was the mission?" His voice is soft, but his gaze lingers a beat too long on you.