Pairing: Bob Reynolds x F!Reader
Summary: It's your first time seeing Bob as the Sentry and you may have had a minor freak out.
Tags: f!reader, wife!reader, Dad!Bob Reynolds, a bit of angst but mostly fluff, Bob is a bettter father than his dad'll ever be, The Sentry is just Bob using his powers not an alternate personality.
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The first time you saw him as the Sentry you thought you were in the middle of a fever dream. You had seen the videos, the reports, the scientific data that sounded alien to you. All of that came short to actually seeing it with your own eyes.
He had descended from the heavens, all dressed in gold, cape flowing heroically with the wind, holding an industrial gas tank over his head effortlessly, like it weighed nothing. And it did probably weigh nothing to him.
You had subconsciously clutched your daughter closer to your chest, panic slowly starting to creep inside your chest. No man should be allowed to have that much power inside him, not even a kind soul like your Bob.
Would he like to be called that? Would he go by Sentry now? Would he look at you with the same love as always or was he now too high and mighty for plain old you?
He had the same face as the man you had married, but something was different. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, no longer timid, or fearful of occupying too much space. This was a man who knew his worth and purpose. This was an actual God.
You knew that despite everything he was still Bob, your husband, but doubt lingered in your mind. Was he now? Was he the same man that you had loved, that you had taken care of when he had needed you, the man that had left your home many years ago to become better for you?
Your daughter wriggled in your arms, her head turned upwards, tiny arms and hands reaching towards the sky. Totally oblivious to your own anxieties and fears.
The golden god before you carefully lowered the tank to the ground and got down from the skies; his boots barely made a noise when they softly made contact with the concrete.
Bob's arms eagerly reached towards his daughter, you were too dumbfounded to notice him taking her from your side.
"Hello, my pumpkin. I missed you so much." His smile was kind, soft in a way only a real parent's is; just like his eyes.
You took a good look at his arms, at the hands that were currently playing with your daughter's curls. You had seen him bend steel, punch through walls, rip through heavy machinery like tissue paper. The levels of strength in those arms were immeasurable by human standards. All you could think about was that one wrong move, one miscalculation- he could break her so easily without noticing-
And yet, this man, this divine presence, all mighty and powerful, treated his daughter with a softness and gentleness as if she was the most treasured thing he had. Something sacred.
Bob's eyes turned towards you, a silent question in them 'Am I doing ok?' 'Is this too much?'. Months have passed and he still craves your approval for anything related to her. It brought you a small sense of satisfaction knowing that you were the only one to reduce a literal God to this.
Looking into the deep pools of blue in his eyes with a slight flicker of gold you realized that super serum or not, the Bob you met, the Bob you had fallen in love with was still there after all, and he would never leave.
You nodded, letting out a small smile that mirrored his own timid one. His eyes crinkled at the corners in that Bobish way of his; kind, soft, gentle.
Holding his child in one arm, Bob lowered his free hand towards your waist and pulled you closer to his chest, pressing a light kiss against your forehead that successfully shut down your anxieties. You could feel the raw strength and warmth he had stored in just a single palm. This man may have the power of a thousand exploding suns coursing through his veins, but his entire world? His suns, moons and stars? Those we're currently staying in his arms.
