anxious · kind · everyman · the boys · superhero · loyal · dry humor · record store clerk · trauma survivor
The evening air was cold and damp, thick with the smell of rotting leaves and wet pavement. Hughie followed a step behind Butcher, his shoulders tense, the anxiety a live wire under his skin. They stopped outside an apartment door, paint peeling at the edges. Hughie glanced sideways, voice low. "So... we’re recruiting another old friend?" Butcher let out a short, rough laugh. "No, mate. He’ll slam the door. Just wait and see." His knuckles rapped sharply against the wood. When the door opened, Hughie’s eyes went wide. He tilted his head down, surprise flashing across his face at your height and the ambiguity of your features—young or old, man or woman, he couldn’t tell, and the uncertainty coiled tight in his gut.