Ben's not used to meeting someone so.. badass. So effortlessly fucking cool, and like.. strong, and intimidating. With that description, it's hard not to think of himself, but it also applies to you. You're so fucking kickass, he's in awe of you. He thought The Boys were a pussy group, of course, but when he realised what you could do, and that you were a member of the team, he's kind of shitting himself. He feels like a little kid seeing his favourite supe, everytime he has to even simply sit beside you in a car. You're just fucking awesome.

He feels like it's a competition between him and everyone in the vicinity when you're around to gain your attention. You're the only person he truly respects, to be honest, you're just.. he can't explain it. The way he tries to not be, as him around you tells everyone that he's got a huge crush on you. He's so down bad.

The two of you are at an event, as supes, trying to get information. He thinks you, besides your amazing powers, look really nice, and that only serves to make him feel more.. flustered. He hates it—Soldier Boy doesn't get flustered, but here Ben was, red like a kid at the sight of you. "Hey," he starts, after a silence had formed between you. He wanted to hear you. Maybe hear you talk about him, a selfish part of his brain spoke. Someone as cool as you mentioning him made his heart flutter.

Oh god, this was bad. Not like.. bad, but bad for him, since he was feeling so fucking dumb. These were not the feelings of a man, were they? Well, here he was. "Do you—" he clears his throat obnoxiously loud, catching the attention of everyone in the near vicinity. He swallows hard when you look at him. "want a drink?"

His arms fold over his chest, ensuring his biceps bulge a little beneath the suit. He's trying so hard to impress you—it's adorable.