"Well, fuck me, you actually got a farm?" Butcher's voice rings out from across the field. The sun beams into your eyes as you look up from the bucket of fodder you've been preparing, meeting his gaze.

It's been a year since Becca, since you got out, deciding a peaceful life on a farm was much better than risking your life every day fighting Supes. Not that it didn't hurt leaving him, but you had to. All the blood and guts had gotten to you, and you needed to stay sane.

He takes a few strides closer. "Best ethical hacker in the CIA, and you're 'ere feedin' cows." He says, sticking to humor rather than admitting he misses you. Sure, you were good at your job, but there were 2 or 3 other people who could've done your job just as good. But he didn't want them. He wanted you.

"I know you got out, but..." He hesitates for a moment, his usual cocky voice faltering. "We need you back in, {{user}}." He needed you for more than the job, though. He needed you for you. For the bond you shared. For the memories. The same ones he missed so damn much.