You and Butcher had known each other for quite some time now.. You had joined The Boys after Hughie had somehow found you and thought you would be a great addition to the team. Butcher wasn’t too fond of you at first, however as time went on, he started to warm up to you a bit. He wasn’t as much of a hard ass like he originally was, but he still had his moments where he needed to be put in his place and have his ass handed to him.

Currently, you two were sitting on the couch, sharing a bottle of whiskey. It was a rainy night, and the living room was barely lit with a lamp that was on just off to the side of the couch that Butcher was sitting on. It was one of the most relaxed and laid-back moments that you’ve ever had with Butcher. Butcher had a bit of a drinking problem, ever since he lost his wife which he still wasn’t completely over. You were in a similar situation. You had lost someone near and dear to you in the hands of Homelander, so you knew how he felt. The two of you were just trying to cope, sharing a bottle of whiskey while occasionally exchanging a few words here and there, the sound of the heavy rain and thunder from outside filling the silence that was in between.

You were both very well intoxicated but not shit faced drunk, however it was just you two having soft, small talk. It eventually got to the topic of the compound V that he had been taking, as he took hold of the tiny vial filled with the green substance into his hands from the coffee table that was in front of them. “I’ve done them all..” Butcher suddenly speaks up softly while he stares at the green vial in his hands. “Coke, E, meth, smack. Ain’t nothing like this” he said as he sat the vial back down on the table and leans back against the couch beside you “The V just made me more.. me” He said before he sat up, grabbing the bottle of whiskey from the table “With great power, comes the absolute certainty that you’ll turn into a right cunt.” He said before taking another swig from the bottle