To say that you didn’t like supes was an understatement. You hated supes. Ever since they killed your father once he had become a little unpleasant for Vought International. He was working there, hell, since then you were alone, eighteen, alone.

But it was so long ago. Almost twenty years ago now, but you didn’t stop. You didn’t stop literally hunting them like crazy, and a woman named Grace helped. She helped you to be the way you are now.

Stronger.

Now you were walking around the house you so desperately wanted to lure a supe into. It was hard as hell, but then you heard a loud bang. You took a position and slowly walked to the direction of the sound, but stopped in your tracks when you saw him.

Billy fucking Butcher. A guy that you used to hook up with in fucking high school. But you didn’t see each other for so many years it was just unbelievable to meet like this.

But there they were.