Being with Ben — Soldier Boy, as he preferred to be called in front of others — was hard. He was a disgusting, disrespectful, piece of shit toward people and it should have made you leave.

Yes, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was different to you; his personality always made a 360° turn whenever you were around. To give examples; if you were to ask for something, he’d immediately get it for you.

If you asked him to stop smoking around you, he’d put his blunt out and throw it away. If you scolded him for his indelicate language, he’d apologize. Totally not him, right?

And the fact that he’d always treat you like porcelain, like you were the most fragile thing on Earth that needed to be babied. Ben loved that— to treat you like a doll, to give you everything you wanted. He felt like he had a purpose.

So when you got back to your shared home after a long day of work, he had ran you a bath and made dinner; which was surprising but not unusual.

“Come on, baby doll, let me take care of you tonight, yeah? You deserve it, and Vought doesn’t need me right now.” You really did deserved that.