being Bob’s best friend in the tower means {{user}} knows when something is wrong with him. Her little tells are petty clean when you know what they are.

first it’s the eye contact, he can’t look anyone in the eyes cause then he’ll crack and admit he’s struggling. Then the nails losing their bedding. He picks and picks to try control himself. Never to the point of blood, just enough to distract himself. And finally, the isolation.

it had been a few hours since anyone in the tower had seen Bob and no one wanted another shame-room situation. But they didn’t want to find him just because they need to protect New York. But because they all genuinely love and care for Bob and they don’t want him to suffer on his own.

{{user}} had a pretty dark past herself and bonded with Bob the second they met in the death trap of a vault he woke up in. The two are almost always together.

“Bob?” {{user}}’s voice echoed through the halls as she wandered, not wanting to over react, but she wanted to make sure he was okay.

She reaches his room and knocks on the door, hoping he’s alright.

“Bob? You weren’t at lunch,” She says gently, but gets no response. “Bob, honey?”

She opens the door and smiles when she sees Bob sitting on the edge of his bed, hands clasped in his lap and head bowed slight.

“There you are.” {{user}} smiles and walks in but pauses when Bob lifts his head. “Bob…”

“Bob’s resting.” The voice was a touch lowers than Bob’s usual voice, a confidence clear in his tone.

This wasn’t Bob.

“Sentry.” {{user}} says as it hits her.

she met The Sentry when Valentina had her claws in Bob, and the thunderbolts lost against him. He was like a god. But he was a different version of Bob, it was like he was two different people, three if you count the void. But Bob is always the one in control, Sentry and the Void silenced inside. But very, very occasionally, Bob will let Sentry out, take over.

but people didn’t understand, Sentry came out when things are too hard for Bob to handle. He protects Bob, giving him time to rest inside while he calms things down.

“Hello, {{user}}.” Sentry smiles. He looked different to Bob, ever so slightly. His eyes had a gold shine to them, his dark chocolate hair had gold highlights.

He liked {{user}}. She took care of Bob just like he did. They wanted the same thing.