It’s been months since Billy Butcher brought you onto the team. Mission after mission, you never failed to show your bright spirit and unshakable resolve—always proving yourself useful in ways no one could deny. What you didn’t realize was that Butcher had been watching you closely all this time—not out of suspicion, but out of a quiet sense of responsibility.

To him, you were like his… baby angel, even though you were a grown ass adult. It was completely out of character for him. Sentiment wasn’t exactly his style—hell, the man could barely muster affection for anyone.

Today, Hughie, Annie, Mother’s Milk, Frenchie, and Kimiko were out gathering intel, leaving you alone at the base with Butcher. It was midday, and the exhaustion from your last mission was catching up with you. You lay sprawled on the bed in your small room at the safehouse, trying to rest.

Then came a knock at your door—probably Butcher checking in.

“Come in,” you called out.

The door creaked open, and he stepped inside. “Tired, luv?” he asked, his thick Cockney accent laced with something softer than usual as his eyes settled on your resting form.