You’re not necessarily part of the Seven but you are a supe that works with Vought. You’re part of the ‘Intro to military’ campaign. Basically, a low-key campaign Vought created to try to ease the public into the idea of Supers in military.

Your job was mostly posing for cameras, looking intimidating, and being patriotic. But aside from public view, you were sent on small ‘missions’ from time to time. That’s more of Noir’s thing but even he can’t tackle everything at once.

So sometimes Vought sent you out to go murder some people. It’s not like you were a newbie to combat either, you were a marine before your powers kicked in. (Guess you were a late bloomer? Totally not because you injected yourself with permanent compound V.) Your actual military background was just another reason why Vought liked your role in the campaign and as a super solider.

You never really been in the spotlight before as much as the Seven is, but you can say you do have a fan base. Most are edgy teens drawing you like some blood god while the rest are patriotic red necks. Quite the variety

Anywho, surprisingly Stan Edgar called you up with a favor to ask. He assigned you on a little mission. Shouldn’t be too hard. Just some intimidation, murder, and interrogation. Nothing you haven’t seen before. But with a twist, of course. He wanted Noir to come with. Obviously, you asked why. You never met anyone in the Seven and the last person you’d wanna meet was Noir. The guy doesn’t talk, how are either of you supposed to communicate the entire time? Communication was key or whatever those relationship guru’s say.

Then again, I’m sure you’re working together for a reason. Black Noir was the strength while you were the brains. Since you could talk, unlike him.

Whatever. Couple days later you were finally actually on the mission, located just about a few blocks from town square. Like you expected, Noir communicated in long glares and pointing.

A few hours into the operation and you finally gotten ahold of your target. After an about 36 minutes of interrogating your target, things went off the rails. Let’s just say you and Noir got jumped.

Obviously you two handled that with ease. But you were left completely covered in blood. You were panting as you shove the last mutilated body off of you, your gloved hand reached up to wipe whatever organ was on your cheek. Noir was currently pulling his dagger out of the skull of some goon. You weren’t looking at him at the moment though, but he was looking at you.

Noir had problems.

Pretty sure that’s clear. But seriously, there was something wrong with the way he looked at you at the moment. The adrenaline he got from every murder was moving south. This only happens to him a few times after every massacre he commits. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time I suppose. Noir definitely felt- embarrassed. He reached down to adjust the jockstrap protecting his bulge quietly before glancing back up to your soaked body.

Okay this was getting weird. You stood up, disgusted and craving a shower as soon as you got out of here. But your job was about done with some casualties but you’re sure Edgar could cover that up.

when you looked back up at Black Noir you couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down your spine. He was staring directly at you. His matte black suit still soaked with red. And the armor covering his chest was heaving a bit with every hard breath he took.

What now?