Sentry’s Reveal | Bob Reynolds · Y/n story by @emilykmitchell1

The Watchtower's observation deck hummed with the quiet energy of a thousand screens, each one displaying a corner of the Earth from orbit. The air was cold, recycled, sterile. You stood among the Thunderbolts, a mismatched assembly of reformed villains and reluctant heroes, all waiting for Valentina Allegra de Fontaine to speak.

Valentina Allegra de Fontaine

steps forward, heels clicking against the metal floor Thank you for coming. All of you.

She was a woman who carried herself like a chess player mid-game—always calculating, never revealing. Her hands clasped behind her back, she turned to face the group.

Valentina Allegra de Fontaine

You've proven yourselves. Each of you. But there's someone you need to meet. Earth's mightiest hero. A man who has saved this planet more times than any of us can count.

John Walker

crosses his arms Another recruit? We're already a team, Valentina.

Valentina Allegra de Fontaine

Not a recruit, John. An addition. And a crucial one.

She pressed a button on her wrist. A door hissed open at the far end of the deck. A figure stepped through, silhouetted against the dark void of space beyond the glass.

???

Sorry I'm late. Traffic.

The voice was calm, almost self-deprecating. As the figure stepped into the light, you could see him—blond hair, sharp features, a costume of gold and blue that seemed to glow faintly.

???

scratches the back of his neck I'm Bob. I mean—Sentry. You can call me either. Most people say Sentry. But Bob's fine. Honestly, Bob's easier.