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[fckyou69]

Bob Reynolds (The Sentry) x OC!

Chapter one.

(sorry <3)

It had been days.

Maybe even a year or so, Max can't exactly remember. Or is it Max? She couldn't even tell if that was her actual name or just another label from those people.

The scientists, the government, all of them.

Max curls up to herself, laying on the filthy ground where other experiments have had lied upon. The air had a certain stench to it. It's not like there was a toilet around, just a bucket in the corner and a blanket she's currently clutching on for comfort.

They didn't even bother with ventilation. Only a crack at the very bottom from the well sealed door. The small opening for lunch is as always locked. Max knows that very well.

Only small details like this kept her mind off of things. She remembers the sharp sting of their needles poking her, medicine shoved down her throat and of course the prodding questions Max did not want to answer. It was all so invasive... She's humiliated. How could she ever even think of escaping this building? For all Max knows she could be underground in the middle of nowhere, what would she do then? No plan means no exit. She had to think about all of this before doing anything.

Max was interrupted by an unfamiliar sound. She knows all the noises in here. The common screaming, sobbing, yelling. Occasional crack and vibration across the air from powers conjured by said experiments. Maybe even a gunshot or two. But a door opening? Rare, but not uncommon. It's just that— this one was on the left side of her cell.

The people don't usually shove patients in cells next to each other as to avoid any communication and possibly even an escape between the two. That's why Max was estranged as to why— Why?

Just when she was resurfacing back to reality it was silent again... Except for the small choked sounds on the very left side where she heard the doors open and closed locked. Max quickly shuffles with a pained groan, palms dragging closer across the floor toward her cells stone wall and blanket forgotten

As she presses her ear against it. Yes, it is someone crying... But who? Why?

Well, the question 'why' is a tad stupid for Max to think about. I think we all know what's there to cry about. Who in their right mind would want to be here? That's what she will find out about the person in the opposite side.

Max slaps her palm on the wall, knuckles too weak to knock on such a hard surface.

Nothing.

She clumps a fist as tight as she could and with it she slams it on the wall into a hard thump. The sobbing stopped... Then some shuffling was heard, but very distant.

"Hey." Max rasps out, clearing her throat after realizing how dry she sounded. Lack of hydration or talking, either way, "...Talk to me!"

"No—... Stop it— please..." A voice squeaks in the other side, crying yet again as it punches something. Max could tell by the soft sound of those fists, she experienced a few cellmates harming themselves in the past. Physical violence saddened her each time ears picked it up.

"Don't punch yourself, it's not going to help. I know this." Max spoke up again, scooching as closely to the left side as she possibly could.

Now that does it. The newfound cellmate stops everything from the punching, the nonsensical mumbling to their crying.

"What?" They murmur quietly, bare feet padding the rough floor as they approach where Max was heard on their side, "A- Are you real?"

"Yes. Now stop punching yourself, I hear you." Max confirmed in an exasperated tone. The cellmate hums and presses closer to the right side where Max's left should be.

"Wha–? What do you mean hear me?" The cellmate babbled, breath audibly hitching as they starting groaning protests under their breath one more time.

"Listen, what's your name? Let's start with that." Max changes the subject impatiently, she can't exactly wait for long in case the guards nearby realize their mistake for this person being right next to her cell.

"Oh— uhm... I—" They stutter, mumbling small 'stop it' before taking a deep breath, "Bob— i-it's Bob."

"Bob." Max traces the name on her tongue in thought. Who the hell names their child Bob? Really??

"What's, uh, your name?" Bob, apparently, voiced his question and Max blinks back to the present.

"Maxive. Or just Max—" She answered and couldn't get her curiousity out of mind, "Say, what's Bob short for? Is it really just Bob??"

"It's Robert, yeah. Bob is more– easier, I guess?" Bob rambled with a chuckle in his throat.

"Uh-huh..." Max nods, sighing when she got a piece of mind from Bob's words. She can't tell why she has such a need for questions, "What did you do? Why are you here, Bob?"

Bob stops in his tracks, voice stuck in his throat after she inquired and that's when Max thinks about what those words really meant. She stuttered haws, perking up into a seating position with a painful grunt.

"Sorry, I. I have no idea what came over me to ask such a thing—"

"No-no-no-no-no, it's fine really. It's just— it's complicated." Bob acknowledged and exhales, tired he seems. A long minute passed by without a word from either one, Max gapes her mouth open and closed like a fish, trying to find an explanation for herself.

"It's very lonely here. There's no one around to talk to and the guards, well, are just guards." Max confessed. She was tracing shapes on the white barrier between them, waiting for Bob as patiently as she musters.

"Yeah, I know, it's okay." Bob faltered, "It's kind of embarrassing, actually! I, uh. Basically... I asked for this."

Another pause.

Maxive frowns in confusion, looking away as she was thinking. Asked? No one asks to be here. Who would ever seek to be mastered as a puppet by uncomfortable invasive people?

"Were you guilt-tripped into agreeing? Because that's not unusual. They usually do that." She began, confused frown softening but not disappeared.

"No, no... I definitely agreed to it." Bob nods and Max frowns furthermore.

"Why? They told you about what's in it for you, no?" She asked again and Bob confirms it yet again with another yes. That didn't help either.

"What did they offer you then?" She pries, mostly to herself as reasons fly across her mind.

"..." He pauses before uttering, "...Everything."