[ Dumb arguments is something he could easily wile away the day with if given the chance. The Thunderbolts engaged in it pretty frequently to the point where a lot of people may wonder if they even liked each other. But Bob knew that it was just a sign of affection more than anything else. Why else would people bicker about mundane shit if they weren't friends?
But any opportunity for a good-natured argument is immediately brought to a screeching halt. Panic prickles at the back of his skull because he's seen that wide-eyed horrified look before. Or rather, Sentry has. Or no. Not Sentry. It had been the Void. But he was himself. So it was fine. This was fine, wasn't it? But she didn't look fine. ]
Hey - are you okay?
[ What he doesn't see is everything Wanda does.
Like a yawning maw, the shadows stretch towards her stopping inches from the tips of her shoes. And from it, a figure forms. Human-shaped. A man. Or it would be if there were anything more discernible than two pin pricks of bright light burning bright from the darkness and directly into her. Its head tilts as it floats there contemplating. Thinking. Savouring the taste of the remnants of magic that radiates off her and curling her chaos into the shadows.
And then just like that it's in front of her face to face, hand outstretched inches from her cheek as if it yearns to caress her. To devour. To eat her whole. Then its mouth splits wide in a sharp, vicious thing that doesn't really know how to smile. It's wide and sharp and hungry. An impossible heat roils off the Void and a voice - Bob's voice, albeit distorted and warped echoes - around her.
There's a loneliness in you too. ]
Hey! [ Meanwhile Bob, just Bob, torn between touching her and not tries to solve the problem by shoving his arm back into a tentacle before taking a hold of her arm all while cursing himself for not asking her name. ] I-I don't know what's going on but it's gonna be okay.
WE WARNED YOU!! DON'T LOOK!!
But any opportunity for a good-natured argument is immediately brought to a screeching halt. Panic prickles at the back of his skull because he's seen that wide-eyed horrified look before. Or rather, Sentry has. Or no. Not Sentry. It had been the Void. But he was himself. So it was fine. This was fine, wasn't it? But she didn't look fine. ]
Hey - are you okay?
[ What he doesn't see is everything Wanda does.
Like a yawning maw, the shadows stretch towards her stopping inches from the tips of her shoes. And from it, a figure forms. Human-shaped. A man. Or it would be if there were anything more discernible than two pin pricks of bright light burning bright from the darkness and directly into her. Its head tilts as it floats there contemplating. Thinking. Savouring the taste of the remnants of magic that radiates off her and curling her chaos into the shadows.
And then just like that it's in front of her face to face, hand outstretched inches from her cheek as if it yearns to caress her. To devour. To eat her whole. Then its mouth splits wide in a sharp, vicious thing that doesn't really know how to smile. It's wide and sharp and hungry. An impossible heat roils off the Void and a voice - Bob's voice, albeit distorted and warped echoes - around her.
There's a loneliness in you too. ]
Hey! [ Meanwhile Bob, just Bob, torn between touching her and not tries to solve the problem by shoving his arm back into a tentacle before taking a hold of her arm all while cursing himself for not asking her name. ] I-I don't know what's going on but it's gonna be okay.