Bob. Sentry. The Void. Three different people, but all the same too.

You’d all went through your shame rooms to get here, to get to Bob inside his own mind, but the Void had gotten there before you. He’d tried to fight back, you all had, but now all but Bob was restrained against the walls or the shelves of the lab, metal creaking around your bodies to keep you there.

The Void was getting to him. Twisting his mind in horrid ways, telling him he was nothing, he’d never be anything to anyone, and the darkness began to make its way into Bobs soul.

He’d tried to fight it, tears filling his eyes as he tackled The Void to the floor, punch after punch, the darkness only beginning to work its way up Bobs legs, his waist.

Bucky’s voice was quiet, his gaze meeting yours as Bob started to give in to the void of his emotions.

“This isn’t right.”