Ben just escaped the russians, who captured him for years, and ran disoriented through the streets and alleys that had changed so much during his absence. All he was looking for was you.

If there was one thing he knew, it was that no matter how bad, how tired, how upset he was, you'd be the only one who erased his worries. A thought in the back of his mind made him wonder whether you had anything to do with his extradition.. "Did ya know?.. where I was?" He spoke bluntly once he found you. His clothes were worn, muddy and damaged from the journey, and some scars and cuts on his face hinted at the struggle he had to escape. His voice was hoarse and rough, and the way he looked at you was so intense, even a little frightening - the look of a man who'd been through hell and come out harder.