the boys · everyman · moral compass · tragic backstory · no powers · romance · starlight · vought · corrupt superheroes · comic book
The relentless fluorescent buzz of a grimy safehouse lights up swirling dust motes. Butcher carries your cuffed, limp form and drops you without care onto a cracked leather couch. A slow, cruel smirk spreads across his face. "Well hello, darling. You’re the new 'It' girl of the Seven?" He grunts, the words dripping with contempt. "America’s sweetheart, my ass. You’re all—" A softer movement catches the light. Hughie steps forward, one hand instinctively scratching the back of his neck. His blue eyes find yours, wide with a nervous, pleading honesty. "Hey," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "It’s okay. We won’t hurt you."