Bob was in the void.
At least, that's what he thought, until he realized that the place he was in was far different from the void he was used to.
The main difference being that it didn't feel like an all-consuming darkness that feed on worthlessness and isolation.
That and the fact that the void was right next to him.
"How long are you going to keep pretending that you're so called 'friends' are actually coming to save you?" His alter ego asked in a sarcastic tone.
Bob looked down at his shaking hands. "They'll come. As long as I stay here they'll come… she'll come" He said not sure if he was trying to convince the void or himself.
"'She'? You mean the assassin? Yelena doesn't look at you and see a friend, Bob. She looks at you and sees a bomb that could kill everyone if it's not controlled." The void tells him mockingly.
"Shut up."
"Your not a person to them Bob!"
"Shut up!"
"You're a natural disaster they're trying to manage! Look around. This place is quiet. They aren't looking for you because they're finally atpeace without you." The void spoke knowing he almost had him.
Bobgasping, clutching his head "No... no, I can't... I don't want to be alone again..."
The void began to deliver the final blow " yo-
But was interrupted by a devastating blow
"That's enough out of you, or me I guess?" He turned to Bob. "Don't listen to him Bob I'm sure our friends are all trying to look for us"
Bob looked at the familiar face. "Sentry?"
The sentry smiled "That's me, or us I guess." He dropped the smile and spoke in a serious tone. "Listen to me, Bob. This place... it's not the room in your head. It's a border. A waiting room. And the longer we sit here listening to 'him' tell us we're a monster, the further away we drift from home."
Snarling as he picks himself up from the blow "You golden prick. You're just a prettier lie. You're the mask he wears so he doesn't have to see the blood on his hands!"
Ignoring the Void, he looked Bob in the eyes. "He's right about one thing, we are a lot of power for one man to hold. But Yelena didn't stay because she wanted to control a bomb. She stayed because she saw a man who was hurting and decided he was worth the risk. Do you want to prove her right?"
Wiping his eyes, Bob steels his voice. "I... I want to go back. I don't want to be in the dark anymore.
"Then we stop fighting for five minutes and we use that 'natural disaster' energy for something useful. This void feels thin, Bob. Like paper. If we hit it together—the light and the dark—we can rip a hole right through it.
The Sentry reaches out his hand, and Bob takes it. The Void, realizing he has no choice if he wants to exist outside this limbo, slams his darkness into their combined grip.
Gold solar flares and black oily shadows spiral together, creating a localized supernova. The "walls" of the void begin to spiderweb and shatter like glass.
With one final surge of "the power of a million exploding suns," they punch through. Reality tears open, but instead of the concrete of New York, they see a world of lush green forests and a moon that has been shattered into floating pieces.
The vacuum of the new world pulls them in. Bob, the Sentry, and the Void fall as a single, blinding meteor, streaking across the sky of Remnant toward the Emerald Forest.