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There's no use fighting...

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CHIBI BOB

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Don’t look behind you bob

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The sun hung high in the sky, its light slowly choking under an overwhelming shadow. The day turned to night in seconds, an unnatural blackness spreading across the city. People stopped in their tracks, their breath catching as the world around them darkened to pitch black.

In the center of it all, Bob hovered—but it wasn’t Bob anymore. He was a silhouette, a mass of absolute shadow, nothing more than a shape in the middle of the day. His body was impossible to distinguish, like a void carved into reality itself. Only two bright, piercing points of light remained where his eyes should be, glowing faintly in the darkness. The world seemed to bend around him, as though the very fabric of existence couldn’t hold his presence.

His mind reached out like a broadcast, forcing itself into the minds of those nearby. I am here to take everything from you. To erase you. The words echoed, cold and undeniable. Panic spread through the crowd as people ran in all directions, but it was hopeless. You will be nothing. You will disappear. The people vanished one by one—no screams, no fight—just the sudden absence of their forms, leaving behind only dark, burned imprints where they had stood.

A man staggered, his eyes wide with terror, but the Void’s presence flooded his mind. You are nothing, it whispered. His body went still, and in an instant, he was gone, nothing but a trace of darkness on the ground where he had been.

A soldier, gun raised, tried to face him, but his trembling hands were useless. The Void’s voice filled his mind with one final thought: You are weak. The soldier dropped to his knees, his weapon falling from his hands as he too vanished—another mark of emptiness left in his place.

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If you notice, in the second gif, Bob is stopping the bullets in midair while they keep spinning. That is impressive because it's not just about stopping them from moving forward. The bullets are still spinning, which means Bob is controlling not just their movement but also their spin.

In normal situations, stopping something means it stops completely, including its rotation. But Bob manages to freeze the bullets’ forward motion while letting them spin without losing speed. This shows he has incredible control over the bullets, handling two different types of movement at once (how they move forward and how they spin), which is a much harder feat than just stopping them in place.

Thunderbolts (2025)

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More avantris art soon, but I just put some Bob and void pins up on my Etsy!! Engagement is super appreciated hehe (listing 🔗 under the read more)

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Lemme know if you guys want other characters, too! I’ve got some ideas for Bucky and yelena perchance

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"We are... a product of what we are, but we can change, right?" Bob murmured, his voice low and unsure, as he fumbled to find the right words. His thoughts were always a little too scattered, always too heavy, and he knew he wasn’t the best at saying the right thing. But he wanted to help—he had to. He was just... bad at it.

"I, uh, I... I really wanted to feel better for so long, Bucky," he continued, his words almost quiet enough to be lost in the room. His gaze drifted downward, his fingers nervously twisting the fabric of his shirt. "You saw the way my parents were... and I just... I wanted to be different. I thought if I could just be what other people wanted me to be, I could fix everything. But... when I found you all... I don’t know, maybe I’m not as bad as I thought. Even though I'm... broken." He handed Bucky a Lilo and Stitch paper handkerchief, his face flushing as if he could disappear into the floor. "Sorry about that. It’s all they had at the store," he added with a nervous laugh, hoping Bucky didn’t think he was weird.

Bob shifted uncomfortably, trying to distract himself. "So, uh, does he have an evil alter ego who could, like, destroy the world?" he asked, his voice a little more forceful than usual, as if he could pretend to be okay. But his smile was awkward, his eyes flicking nervously toward Bucky. "He’s America’s vintage hunk, and I’m just... awkward dork Bob, right?" He half-laughed, feeling the sting of self-doubt but brushing it off as best as he could.

Then, he leaned back a little, like he was trying to act casual, though it never quite worked. "Oh, and about the moon thing—yeah, Valentina, she killed me once... pulled a switch in my head, made my brain explode for a bit," Bob said with a shrug, his voice calm but his eyes betraying the weight of it. "I guess... she kinda owes me a huge favor now, right?" He tried to make it sound flippant, but the truth was, it still hurt, still lingered, like a scar that never quite healed.

hearing Bob apologize for something he didn’t need to apologize for breaks something inside of Bucky. he has a feeling that Bob apologizes a lot for things he doesn’t need to be sorry for- and that just isn’t fair to him. it reminds him of Steve a little bit, back before the serum, back when he was a skinny guy who just wanted to exit in a world that didn’t want him. it probably isn’t fair of Bucky to compare the situations- Steve had a great mother, whom treated Bucky like her own, and Bob’s home life had been anything but ideal. nonetheless, they both had their own challenges. perhaps it’s just in Bucky’s nature to want to nurture, especially after all the harm his hands had committed . . . it’s about time they’re gentle.

“you’re a product of what’s happened to you,” he says, voice gentle. after touching Bob’s shoulder, he’s emersed with the feeling of guilt and regret, but he holds on despite the fear that’s entranced him. when he does finally pull away from him, Bucky’s voice is still oh-so-gentle, fighting through the feelings and pushing them off to the side to be dealt with at a later time. “but that doesn’t mean you’re not worthy of love and acceptance.” the question has Bucky stilling, lips pulled downwards into a frown. he’s not even sure the last time he’d been held. or . . . no, that’s not true. he knows. he’d just like to pretend like he doesn’t.

“okay.” he says, his voice smaller than it was just a moment ago. he lets Bob embrace him, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to bring himself to return it without breaking.

when it’s over, it takes a moment for Bucky to recover; he has to look away from Bob’s penetrating gaze in order to gather himself. when he does a short few seconds later, he returns his gaze and huffs out a laugh at the self-deprecating humor Bob has thrown in his direction. yeah, he knows a thing or two about that. “i don’t know, but i’d go out on a limb and say it didn’t necessarily work out the way Stevie wanted it to. i mean, he was technically government property after he woke up. doesn’t exactly scream ‘working out’ for him, now does it?”

and then his heart breaks for a second time in a matter of minutes.

he looks away again, carefully putting a façade together to mask how he truly feels. “i-uh, i’m not sure if they have service up there, Bobby. might have to do a raincheck on that phone call.”

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The smoke of burnt cookies filled the room as Bob sighed, his shoulders heavy with frustration. Dressed in his Batman pajamas, he stared at the charred remnants of his failed attempt, his hands trembling as he took the tray out of the oven without gloves. He knew he could handle the heat, but it still felt wrong—like everything in his life that never seemed to work out. The smoke alarm beeped loudly, the sound pushing him to his limits. With a strained glance, his powers surged, shattering the alarm. He hadn't meant to do it, but it was too late now.

That’s when Steve Rogers walked in, his presence calm and confident. Bob froze, his face flushing deep red, and he fumbled with the tray. "Uh, those things don’t make them like they used to... guess they're made in China," he said awkwardly, trying to cover up his embarrassment with a forced laugh. His hands fidgeted, unable to hide the nerves bubbling up inside him. This wasn’t how he wanted to be seen—weak, vulnerable, and out of control.

"I'm Bob," he added quickly, his voice a bit too high-pitched for comfort, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. He wanted to explain, to make everything seem normal, but the reality was that nothing ever felt normal. His powers—his constant battle between light and dark—had a way of ruining even the simplest things.

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Steve hadn’t thought he’d ever return to Stark Tower. Tony had sold it, after-all, following the collapse of the Avengers. Many things had happened between then and present day, which made the tower nearly unrecognisable.

         Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it needed a facelift, a new lease on life…

         It was still ugly, though.

         The papers had called it the New Avengers Watchtower. Others called it government overreach. Bucky called it a nightmare, though Steve suspected he was referring to the entire disaster that had led to the New Avengers being formed – not the Watchtower itself. He’d invited Steve to come see it, to tour it and give him his thoughts.

         Honestly, Steve had been and continued to be reluctant. He didn’t want to step on toes; he didn’t want to appear to be showing favouritism when there was a schism happening between two groups of Avengers. But Bucky had asked, and Steve agreed.

         So he stood in the elevator in thoughtful silence, watching the world beneath him grow steadily smaller. There was a soft ding when the lift reached the top and the doors slid open. Steve stepped inside. It looked and smelt different. It had a dark interior that made Steve think of a modern, sleek hotel lobby. The scent made him think of something new. A house just built but not really lived in yet… It was strange that a place that’d once been a second home, felt so unfamiliar.

         Steve walked towards the windows, admiring the view of the city. It was a sunny day, hardly a cloud in the sky.

         What would Tony and Natasha think of this place?

         He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, he hadn’t quite realised he'd heard a door open and someone walk inside. Steve turned, finding an unassuming man standing a ways away, near the bar counter. Steve offered a polite smile.

         “Sorry,” he greeted, “Buck extended me an invite. I’m Steve Rogers.”

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Always thinking about how Bob literally 'died' alone with everyone having actually turned on him and he was probably thinking about this in the Void the whole time and I want to kill everyone 😭

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Art study: Robert “Bob” Reynolds (thunderbolts)

Howdy!!! The voices are still loud so here is more thunderbolts art for you. In case you couldn’t tell, Bob is my favorite! I went with a cartoony style for this. This was a color, and expression practice. I used procreate for this

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The sentry

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Bob’s voice was a hushed tremble, laced with guilt. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to.” His eyes flicked to Bucky’s, catching the rare glint of tears in that stoic gaze, and his chest constricted. Not again, he thought, fists tightening, nails digging into his palms. He tugged his sleeves over his hands, a reflex to hide his cursed touch that had already flooded his mind with Bucky’s buried pain. The Void stirred, eager to weave those secrets into nightmares, and Bob shrank back, shoulders hunched, desperate to seem harmless.

“I’m a mess,” he muttered, eyes glued to the floor. “Drugs since I was a kid… I’m no example.” His words carried shame, a quiet plea for forgiveness. He longed to comfort Bucky but feared his power, the Void’s whispers gnawing at him. You’ll break him. “Can I… touch you?” he asked, voice cracking, his frame rigid as he braced for rejection. His trembling arms offered a hesitant embrace, barely grazing Bucky’s shoulders, poised to pull away.

Bob stepped back, forcing a weak smile, hands shoving into his pockets. “Guess we both chased experiments to be better, huh? Not like Steve… it turned out well for him.” The joke was soft, almost childish, a flicker of the naive boy he once was. His gaze dimmed, heavy with his own failures. “Not so much for us.”

He fidgeted with his sleeve, glancing at Bucky, then away. “What if we asked Valentina for a phone… to call Steve? He’s up on the moon, right?” The question was earnest, tinged with innocent hope, yet cautious, as if Bob doubted redemption could ever be his. His eyes met Bucky’s briefly, yearning for connection despite the fear chaining him back.

the lump in his throat returns, a catalyst of all the emotions that he feels ramping up ready for a rampage at any given moment. he does his best to swallow it down, tries to fight the feelings that overcome him. as the winter soldier, Bucky hadn’t been allowed to feel anything. it had been like a switch had been flipped and nothing had ever truly seemed to affect him. however, that all changed when Steve showed up. Steve Rogers in all his glory seemed to shake the winter soldier down to the core. he thawed him- from the inside out. and hearing Bob voice his name . . . it hits like a truck. Howard and Maria, too. he hadn’t known Maria Stark, but he knew Howard. god, did he know Howard.

and he had been the one to kill him. he doesn’t even know if Howard had recognized him when he ended his life. Bucky hadn’t recognized him, and maybe that makes it all that much worse. he was just a mission- an item to be marked off Hydra’s never ending list.

he exhales slowly and offers Bob a smile- it’s wobbly at the corners, and it’s clear that he’s straining to hold himself back from bursting into a waterfall of tears that Bob hadn’t asked for. he’s not okay. he’s known that for a while- he’s known that since his first night in the barracks during the war. he didn’t think he was going to be okay ever again. however, this wasn’t about him and he wasn’t going to make it about him. it would be selfish of him to think of himself in Bob’s time of need. so, he does what he does best, and he ignores the feeling of impending doom swirling in his chest. then, he places a careful hand on Bob’s shoulder- he uses his flesh one, not really certain how comfortable Bob would be if he touched him with his metal hand, regardless of the fact that it wasn’t Hydra’s anymore. some people never forget.

(he was one of them)

“i don’t think you’re slow, Bob. i think you’ve had a lot of bad shit happen to you that wasn’t your fault and it fucked you up a bit, but you wanna know what i think? i think all the best people are a little fucked up. take my friend, Stevie, for example. did you know before he became Captain America, he was just a lil’ guy from Brooklyn? he had real bad asthma ‘n all sorts of health ailments, but did it stop him from tryna fight in the war? hell no! Stevie went out there and lied on every recruitment center he could find just t’try n get in with me. ain’t nobody i know ever been as stupid and as brave as him, but god, was he the best person i’d ever known. he’d have liked you, Bob. he’d see somethin’ worthy in ya, and you know what? i see it, too.”

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The Void hung above the city, an oppressive weight in the sky. The helicopter’s futile attempt to stop him was nothing more than a burst of fire as it collided with a metal structure, falling to the ground in a mangled heap. The real devastation, however, had already begun.

“Look around you,” the Void’s voice slithered into their minds, a cold, suffocating whisper. “All this chaos, all this destruction… You think it’s just me? I’ve been inside you all along.” His words crept into every thought, wrapping around their consciousness, tightening with every beat of their hearts. “Every doubt. Every fear. Every weakness you’ve ever had. I’ve been there. I am there. You were never safe. You were never free.”

The streets below erupted into chaos as cars and trucks spun wildly, crashing into buildings. The darkness spread, curling through the city, swallowing everything in its path. “This world, this city—it will fall. It’s already begun. And you… You can feel it, can’t you? The darkness inside you, pushing you to despair.”

The Void’s voice deepened, more powerful now, the certainty of its words flooding their minds. “You cannot outrun what is already part of you. I am not just above you—I am within you. There is no escape. There never was.” The city trembled beneath him, the sky darkening further as the Void’s grip tightened, pulling everything into a blackened oblivion. “You have always been mine.”