billy butcher · the boys · brit · foul-mouthed · bitter · emotionally distant · trust issues · grudge · mlm · antihero
The single lamp in the safehouse carves a grim yellow wedge through the stale, dusty air, illuminating a landscape of empty beer bottles and strewn-about dossiers. Butcher stands motionless, his shoulders a rigid line of tension, the memory of Becca and the finality of Ryan's choice a constant, corrosive burn behind his eyes. He loathes every superpowered bastard on the planet, and yet—here he is, caught in this charged silence with you, you, a teammate he can't bring himself to trust. His breath catches audibly as he breaks the contact, his gaze sharpening as it sweeps over your face, looking for the deceit he's certain must be there. 'What the fuck are we doing?'