Power of a Million Exploding Suns

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onemillionexplodingsuns:

Bob laughed softly, his arms closing around Wasp as soon as she moved into his space. “..’million exploding suns, and all that. I guess it comes with the territory.” In truth, he felt relieved and grateful for her willingness to hug him. Most people were afraid to come within twenty feet of him. Receiving a full-blown embrace was like a gift. 

Sentry hmmed thoughtfully, peering down at the top of Wasp’s head, “I don’t know that I’ve ever spent much time around you when you’re this size.” He squeezed her lightly, still so careful. Even when she wasn’t tiny, Janet was still… well, tiny. And then when she was larger, she just seemed larger than life. Bobby never got much of a chance to consider her in normal human dimensions. 

None of which he was going to mention aloud, because there’s simply no way that would come out right. Sentry liked hugs, and he’d like to have more of them in the future, thank you very much. 

“Well, I like it.” Janet snuggled a little closer. It was comforting, being in his warm embrace. Maybe other people would have shied away from him, but not her. What was the point? His intentions were good, and that’s what mattered most to her. Perhaps he was a bit stronger than the average person (and that was somewhat of an understatement), but that didn’t mean that he had to be treated any differently. Besides, he was the first person in what felt like ages to actually offer some form of comfort, and Jan was all over that.

“No?” She lifted her head to look up at him a moment, shrugging one shoulder. “I guess I don’t really spend a whole lot of time at this size anymore. Not really anything special, is it?” Jan flashed a lopsided smile. “I should probably be letting go of you now, huh? I’ve never really been a good judge of how long a hug should be. I’m a big hugger, but I know some people really aren’t.” Like a majority of the team. They usually pushed her off after a few seconds, unless she decided to be a thorn in their side and hold on longer.

Bob grinned down at Janet, his expression bemused. “You have my full permission to hug me for as long as you’d like. In fact, I encourage it. My therapist once told me that I became the Sentry because I wasn’t hugged enough as a child.” The golden man’s grin widened, partially because that was actually true. “So clearly I have unresolved, hug-related issues.” 

For his part, Bobby kept his arms curved around the smaller heroine, one broad palm resting warmly between her shoulder blades. He tilted his head to consider her size and features, “I wouldn’t say there’s ‘nothing special’ about this size. This is your original form, right? Your point of origin? I think that’s pretty special.” Not that the Sentry would apply that same logic to himself. Bob… just Bob… was hardly a form he wanted to flaunt, shrimp that he was. 

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((That’s not precisely what I meant, though I’m sorry if you took it that way. I don’t think every interaction needs to be in para(graph) form, let along serious or weighty with significant meaning, etc. But there’s IC Heckling and then there’s Heckling that’s not really canon to a character’s predetermined personality, but that is written as though it were IC. And that’s what I mean when things aren’t RP, because that kind of deviation has actually gotten me yelled at by mods in the past for not adhering my canon. Which is something I try to avoid, because seriously, it’s unpleasant. 

On the upside, I just about wet myself earlier today reading Deadpool’s heckling. I think his RPer could write him riding in on a Unicorn with the entire series of Goosebumps novels in his backpack and it would still be totally appropriate. ))

For a moment, The Sentry closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy the warmth of the sun on his face. He flew in a lazy arc above the outskirts of the city, riding thermals as slowly careened his way towards the downtown district.

Or… what was left of it. 

Opeing his eyes, the golden man’s momentary contentment vanished as he took in the sight of block after block of ravaged buildings and destroyed cross streets, all growing progressively worse the closer he flew to the center of New York City. Thanos had certainly done his work here. Bob grimaced at the thought, something raw and ashamed burning in his chest. He wished he could have been present to try.. something. Anything that would have saved innocent lives, that might have spared Carol her pain. That would have stopped all of This from happening.

Still drifting in sweeping patterns over the crushed city scape, the Sentry gradually pulled his mind out of his regrets. There was nothing he could do about it, not now. At least he was present for the aftermath, for the rebuilding… 

And speaking of rebuilding…

Bobby’s flight grew more purposeful as he neared his intended target, pale eyes picking out the blank space where a tower had once stood. The crumbling remnants of the once impressive Stark Tower seemed more a lonely husk than anything else, though Sentry could spot tarps and rigging that indicated some effort for restoration. He reviewed the damaged building for structural unsoundness and found it still surprisingly resilient. Never let it be said that Tony didn’t build things right the first time… 

Banking upright in midair, the Golden Man hovered at the lip of where Stark Tower’s roof once was. He surveyed the air above the city block with eyes that glowed, humming thoughtfully to himself. The Watchtower had been his home for years, but he wondered whether it was appropriate to attempt to reinstate it here. It did seem a little preposterous, in light of recent events… 

“CLOC” Bob spoke suddenly, referencing his Centrally Located Organic Computer system, “…correlate my geographical coordinates with probable new staging locations for the Watchtower, referencing components beneficial to response time and defensive measures.” 

//Correlating, twenty seconds // 

The Sentry slowly alighted from his position in the air, touching down on the exposed girders of the remaining building walls and sighing as he peered around him. “….Well… There’s always room for renovations…” 

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crumpetsandcrackers:

onemillionexplodingsuns started following you

Hey, didn’t I see you in a shampoo advert once?

‘Bounce and shine of a million exploding suns!’ You know it. 

I’m The Sentry. You can call me Bob, if you like. 

I’m not sure who you are, but you’ve got the distinct molecular scent of the Serum about you… I hope your luck with it has been better than my own. 

I’ve been looking for something to make my go super saiyan. Sounds like that might be thing.

Alright then, Bob it is. I’m Finn.

Wait so you can smell it on me? Gotta say that’s new. Yeah it’s umm… Well it’s probably helped keep me alive. Even if I didn’t exactly ask for it.

*mutters to self* …What the heck’s a ‘Super Saiyan?’ Ugh. I need to watch more TV…

*clears throat*

Ah, It’s not so much a “smell” as…. well, at least not in the traditional meaning of that word. There is a lingering, um, residue. A signature that has altered what I can perceive of your molecular make-up.  It mingles in you aura and I just… sense it.

…Kind of hard to explain, really. *Shrug*  The point is that you’ve been influenced by it’s power, whether for better or worse. I’m glad to hear there haven’t been any ill-effects, even if the Serum wasn’t your choice. Too many scientists have tampered with that concoction and lost.

So what’re your connection to the S.H.I.E.L.D. then, Finn? 

(via crumpetsandcrackers-deactivated)