THE 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦 SIRED HIM
BUT HE CONQUERED HIS 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗢𝗠
WITH THE POWER OF HIS 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦. . .

⠀⠀sebastian stewart . . .
a marvel cinematic universe original character !

⠀⠀╰⠀biography⠀⠀⠀╰⠀his stories

WORKING SO HARD
FOR THE S̵A̵C̵R̵E̵D̵ ̵T̵I̵M̵E̵L̵I̵N̵E̵
NO. . . FOR 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔 !

REAL NAME: UNKNOWN
AGENT NAME: STEWART, SEBASTIAN
BIRTHPLACE: UNKNOWN.
AGE: ~45
RESIDENCE: TVA HEADQUARTERS (FORMER) ; QUEENS, NEW YORK
OCCUPATION: VOLUNTEER AT F.E.A.S.T.
GENDER: MALE (HE/HIM)
HEIGHT: 1,82m
HAIR: BROWN (GRAYING ON THE TEMPLES)
EYES: DARK BROWN
LIKES: READING, EXPLORING, LEARNING, FISHING AND APPARENTLY PLAYING MARIO KART
DISLIKES: LIES, CHAOS AND STUBBORN TVA AGENTS

DEAR FAMILY. . .

“ In your eyes, I can see the stars! ”

MAYBELLE PARKER
(totally not dating her)

“ Fly high to the stars, buddy! ”

ERIC PARKER
(step-son)

“ Now that I got to know you, you aren’t that bad! ”

Loki Laufeyson
(adopted son?)

⠀⠀I.⠀
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NIGHTMARES 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐂𝐑𝐘;
———

‘ YOU ARE MEANT TO DO GREAT THINGS, SEBASTIAN.
TO PROTECT THE SACRED TIMELINE.
PREPARE YOURSELF BECAUSE YOUR JOURNEY IS ABOUT TO BEGIN. ’

And the voice reverberates through the long corridors that appeared before him. And the mere sight of the his old headquarters is enough to leave a trail of confusion. Behind there stands a transparent portal that closes before he can reach it. Sebastian doesn’t remember opening a portal to the former headquarters and yet, here he stands, contemplating the scene as if it’s his very first time here. Each step towards the central hub brings a certain uneasiness; and the fact that he walks alone only intensifies the already-overwhelming feeling. Just as he reaches the main hub, his eyes widen in distrust. It’s nothing but an ample yet empty room.

“It can’t be... no. This isn’t happening.” The words fell, an unanswered plea that brings him to his knees. Only then he notices a small report case that survived the tragedy that wiped out the agency. In the front, he can read his name written in red lines. Hesitantly, Sebastian reaches out to grab it. Curiosity won over the many emotions that are taking over him and so, he reveals the secrets behind those documents. There’s two pages and a picture accompanying them. A woman standing beside a man whose face was burned and between them, a boy holding their hand. Looking at the picture makes him uncomfortable, as if he’s being stabbed by a needle. It feels so right and yet so wrong, at the same time.

‘ DAD! HA, YOU CAN’T CATCH ME! ’

Another voice echoed through the room, catching him off guard. Sebastian drops the case and stands up as fast as possible, looking around to see if he can identify its source.

‘ YOU’LL SEE, DADDY! ONE DAY, I WILL CATCH BAD GUYS. JUST LIKE YOU! ’

“Who’s there? Are you looking for your father? Did he work here?” The last question is an act of desperation because he knows that the rules were very strict - no one can be an agent and a father, at the same time. There’s no need for that. To protect the Sacred Timeline is everything they must do.

From the emptiness, no answer comes out. But his instinct tell him that he should leave the room. Find a place that he can find some comfort. His old office. Rushing by the halls and common rooms, Sebastian quickly reaches to his small corner - his home. Lucky for him, the door isn’t locked and so, he opens it, only to be surprised by what is waiting there.

Or whom...

Blonde hair, brown eyes... a child whose face is so familiar. Out of nowhere, tears start rolling down his face. Sebastian doesn’t understand from where these come from but his heart aches. There’s pain. But there’s also love. And when the kid spots him, he jumps in the agent’s direction, arms embracing him tightly. Just like in May’s, he feels the warmth. And the grip too is so tight. He’s trying to speak but the words don’t seem to come out. And there they stand, under the dying light of an almost burned lamp.

The silence fades away when he can hear the boy sobbing. Sebastian carefully breaks the close contact and looks at the boy. His hands fly to his eyes, hiding them. And then...

‘ WHY DO YOU HAVE TO LEAVE MOMMA AND ADAM BEHIND, DADDY? WHY! ’

... he jolts out, the light of his smartphone giving some clarity to the room. The clock ticks in his bedroom’s wall, pointing an hour around half past two in the morning. Another vivid nightmare, he supposes. One that he remembers every detail... even the tears that are still rolling down his cheeks.