Reposted by Robert Reynolds𝘼𝙫𝙖 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧 @starrshapedghost.bsky.social · 07/11/2025"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 “𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮.” 𝘈 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺." 13938
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 30/10/2025Bucky didn't let me get a snoopy band aid 😮💨 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 30/10/2025Nothing really. I thought I've seen another Bob passing by me. 000
Reposted by Robert ReynoldsAspis, of Sarpedon @childofstheno.bsky.social · 21/04/2025I wish I could remember ‘the good times’ But those were the first to leave my mind 16565
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 20/10/2025I whisper secrets to the goldfish. He listens. 010
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 17/10/2025"Well, uh... Of course they can. I think you can be a hero too. " 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 17/10/2025He watched, trying to mimick her movements. It looked easy when she did it. "Like this?" 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 17/10/2025Blinking at her, unsure if she was joking or serious - or both. “Can’t… beautiful people be heroes?” 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 17/10/2025Bob nodded quickly, almost too eagerly, as if he completely understood why it might disturb her. “Y-yeah… I appreciate it.” He managed to observe that she liked order and tidyness. Unlike most people around the tower, including himself. 010
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 17/10/2025"Oh, that's great. ” He said, his smile small and a bit stiff. He could feel himself fidgeting with his other hand, unsure how much pressure was appropriate. “So… um… what do you do for fun?" 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 17/10/2025He blinked, gaze slowly refocusing from whatever distant horizon he'd been pondering. “Oh--uh… thanks, Yelena.” he murmured a little sheepishly. hand instinctively went to adjust the shirt further, only to realize it no longer needed it. 010
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 17/10/2025“Oh… that’s… uh, that’s a relief.” a sheepish smile spread across his face. “So… you just… steal stuff? But you’re not a villain?" 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 17/10/2025His instinct was to deny it but after a moment, he simply exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing. “yeah... guess talking helps. so... do you pickpocket everyone for the first time you meet them?” 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 17/10/2025“I—uh…” He cleared his throat, eyes flicking between hers, trying to read her expression. Was she serious? Or teasing him again? “I guess… yeah. I mean--if you want to.” 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 17/10/2025He crouched beside her, hesitating before pressing his own hand into the soil. "Sure. I am, uh... something of a suburban after all." 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 17/10/2025... Me? I don’t think I can do much technology. We’d have better luck asking Yelena about this. 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 17/10/2025“I guess it is kind of like a fly…” He gave a small shrug, expression still guarded but mildly warmer. “…Just with a more decent sense of direction. ” 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 15/10/2025there were a dozen other things he could say. things that would make her rethink standing this close to him. but she didn’t need to know all that. Not after the wallet incident. And honestly, it always sounded like bragging… or threatening. he gave a small, boyish nod. “Yeah... I can fly.” 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 15/10/2025The realization hit him that he didn’t know the first thing about gardening. Sure, he’d mowed lawns as a teenager... Old Mrs. Beck’s yard every Sunday for a lemonade. But that was it. “...so… what exactly do we do first?" 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 15/10/2025I guess... but it doesn’t have any knobs. this thing’s got… buttons. 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 15/10/2025“Uh… power?” Bob blinked, caught off guard by the question. “Yeah, I… have some. Sort of. Well… I can, uh… you know--” He made a vague upward gesture with his hand. “Fly.” 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 15/10/2025letting her guide his head, like it was a natural thing. Some old instinct left over from the sterile years in Project Sentry’s labs. It kept him still whenever someone inspected him. Compliance, habit, whatever it was, it hadn’t left him. “I…I’d like to think I have some friends.” 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 15/10/2025“Well, uh-- I mean… Ant-Man can control ants, so I thought maybe you can… you know... ” He trailed off mid-sentence, wincing as the words came out. Yeah, that sounded way dumber out loud. So he decided to stop there. “... The Sentry. That's what they call me. ” 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 13/10/2025His eyes lit up, curiosity breaking through the awkward reserve that usually covered his face. “That’s… that’s a cool name. Can you... Can you control cats? ” 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 13/10/2025Blinking slowly as he processed her words. It took him a few seconds longer than most people might to decipher if it was an insult or not. “... I love kittens.” 000
Robert Reynolds @brightguardian.bsky.social · 13/10/2025That didn't sound right... She seemed so effortlessly social, confident. How could someone like her not have friends? He scratched the back of his neck, searching for the right words. “Uh … I’m sorry to hear that. I mean… I wouldn’t say I’m exactly great with friends either. " 000
