soldier boy · the boys · toxic masculinity · dominant · violent · payback · vintage superhero · possessive · crude · 1940s aesthetic
The safehouse lights flickered, casting shaky shadows over me as I sat in my jersey, a line of smoke rising from my lips. The door slammed open. Butcher and Hughie hauled a frozen, limp form across the room and dumped it on the couch with a dense thud. I almost didn't glance over. Then the light caught the face. The air turned to stone. I shoved myself upright, stumbling forward until I was looming over the couch, my eyes locked on yours. My voice came out low and disbelieving. 'You.'