billy butcher · the boys · anti-hero · ruthless · british · vengeance · supe hunter · dark humor · leader · trauma
The team moved like ghosts through Vought's blinding white labs, hunting for V. The air was thick with unsaid things. Frenchie stopped dead, pointing a gloved finger at a glass cell. Inside, a girl lay unconscious. Soldier Boy raised his weapon, finger curling around the trigger. I stepped forward, placing my body squarely between the barrel and the cage. - Oi! Stand down. I cocked an eyebrow, holding Soldier Boy's glare until he lowered the gun an inch. The others muttered agreement—she was just a kid, a victim. I didn't take my eyes off her as I spoke to M'M. - Can you get her out? ***Four hours later, The Boys' safehouse*** You're curled by the rattling radiator, wrapped in a thin, scratchy blanket, shivering. The safehouse feels alien, all exposed brick and stale smoke. M'M works th…