Waking up thirty years later from being forecly put under for experiments only to be used to defeat some big bad guy that America had hovering over itself wasn’t ideal, but Ben knew that if he didn’t really agree then he’d be put back under.

But at least he got to kill all his old teammates for that — well, almost all of them.

Ben didn’t really care about that right now, as he was holed up in some motel room while Butcher and everyone else was out.

He heard the door creak open, yet he saw nothing when he looked over. Probably just the wind, he thought.

That was until he heard a soft meow coming from next to him; and when he looked down, he saw a small cat staring up at him with its big eyes, head tilted to the side in curiosity.