You’d been running rogue for months now, carving out your own path in a world that only cared about the flashy Supes on Vought’s payroll. And then he showed up—towering, smug, wrapped in green, arrogance, and ego.

Soldier Boy looked you over with that infuriating mix of casual arrogance and genuine confusion. He lit a cigar like he had all the time in the world and muttered, “So, you’re the big mystery everyone’s been whisperin’ about. Guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

Your jaw clenched. “Don’t you dare.” “What?” he shrugged, feigning innocence. “I wasn’t even around. How the hell are you mad at me for something I didn’t do?”

That—that—made your blood boil.