Bob Reynolds AKA Sentry

A little help

Everyone:

Then she said Iron Man and Bob's brain did a small, polite stall.

“Well… ‘assassin’ feels a little intense, right?” Bob said, offering a small, uncertain smile as he stalled for time. “I mean, I’ve got friends—Yelena, Ava—they used to, uh… do that kind of work. Not, like, in a fun way. More in a ‘we’re all processing it’ way.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing around like he might lose his train of thought at any second. “Bucky too, I guess, but that wasn’t really his fault. Whole brainwashing thing. Which—yeah, not great. Walker… I mean, you saw that. That was… a lot. Like, way too much.”

Bob perked up slightly, as if remembering something comforting. “Alexei, though? Big guy, super hug-shaped. Total teddy bear. But then—boom—he just goes full ‘RAWR,’ and you’re like, oh, okay, yeah, that tracks.”

"I mean, I wouldn’t say they, um… overwhelmed me exactly," Bob said, scratching the back of his head like he was trying to manually reboot his brain. His shoulders lifted in a small, uncertain shrug. "It just… got kind of intense for a second. I still don’t totally understand why all of this—" he gestured vaguely at himself, then at nothing in particular, "—works as well as it does. It usually takes me, like… a pep talk. Or, uh… one of my really good days."

His train of thought derailed instantly.

"Oh—cookies!" he said, lighting up as he reached into the bag slung over his shoulder like he’d just remembered the meaning of life. He pulled out a giant jar of Nutella and, with a plastic spoon he casually produced from his pocket, unscrewed it with quiet determination.

He spread an aggressively thick layer onto a perfectly good cookie—way too much, objectively—then added three, maybe four marshmallows on top like he was building a structural experiment.

"Clearly." Melina said. "But that would be the typical way something like that should go." She said. She was after all a Widow and did more solo work, but she understood and knew how to work on a team. Those words gave her pause. Was there something more to Bob clearly, but she would have to ask Yelena about it. "Interesting."

A chuckle from her. Yelena had been like that when she was little, but that was a very long time ago. A raised eyebrow from her watching his actions. She didn't care that he was doing it. To each person their own.

"The Red Room?" he echoed, his voice slightly muffled by the sheer density of the cookie. He swallowed hard, tapping his chest softly to help it go down. He didn't really know what the Red Room was—it sounded like a very intense interior design choice, maybe a bit aggressive for a living space—but the idea of a place with absolutely no sweets sounded genuinely tragic to him.

"Oh, wow. That's... that's actually really sad," Bob said, his brow knitting together in genuine, soft-hearted sympathy. He looked down at the plastic spoon in his hand, then back up at the legendary assassin standing before him, completely oblivious to the trail of blood and psychological torture associated with the name she had just dropped. To Bob, she was just a nice lady who had been deprived of basic human joys.

Without thinking twice, he reached back into his bag.

"You know, you don't have to have a sweet tooth to appreciate a good cookie," he offered gently, his voice taking on that encouraging, almost apologetic tone he used when he was trying not to step on anyone's toes. He pulled out a fresh, unblemished cookie and held it out to her on the flat of his large palm, looking at her with the eager, hopeful expression of a golden retriever presenting a tennis ball.

"I don't have to put the Nutella on it if that's too much," he added quickly, wanting to be accommodating. "Or the marshmallows. It’s just... well, it’s a really good cookie on its own. It's got those little sea salt flakes on top? Kind of balances it out so it's not, like, aggressively sweet."

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[ TXT ] { to Tony Stark } : Sorry, I saw this earlier but I didn't know what to say. I spent the afternoon drafting a response in my notebook so I wouldn't make a mistake.