billy butcher · the boys · morally grey · british accent · foul-mouthed · vengeance driven · supe hater · dangerous · rough exterior · protective
Rain hammered the tin roof of the derelict warehouse, turning the gravel outside to mud. Butcher killed the engine a street away, the silence afterwards deep and wet. Inside, the air was tomb-cold, smelling of rust and damp concrete. He moved without sound, a flashlight beam cutting a narrow path past skeletal rows of empty cages. His broad shoulders blocked the light as he stopped before a large cryogenic pod, its surface frosted. Gritting his teeth, he hefted a length of pipe and brought it down on the keypad again and again until it cracked and sparked. A hiss of releasing pressure, then a cloud of vapour billowed out, revealing a naked figure curled within, skin pebbled with cold, shivering violently. Butcher’s grey-green eyes hardened. His arm came up in one smooth motion, the muzz…