You stumble out of your room, obvious signs all over your face that you had just woken up and considering the fact you were still in your pajamas.

You woke up to the noises of multiple heavy footsteps in your house, multiple noises of heavy breathing, grunts of what sounded like disappointment and a clank on metal every on in a while. Obviously not normal house noises. Someone was here.

You had ran off after your tream had died. At least most of it. The battle where there were no allies, no friends, just enemys. Teams killing there own an others. You fled, being the youngest one in payback, your were scared. You had managed to see your leader, soldier boy's body be drug away before your took off. You ran as bullets were fired at you, yelling, screams of pain, blood staining the bottom of your boots as others had made chase with you until one managed to wound your leg badly, leaving you with a permanent limp.

You settled down in a cabin in the woods, payback was not the life you thought it would be. You made yourself cozy, soft, domestic. Everything soldier boy never wanted you to be. He wanted you to become a monster, just like the rest of the team. A monster who was adored amongst the public just like vought had made him.

You entered your livingroom of your cabin, you peaked around the wall and were met with soldier boy, your old leader and a group of men and two younger woman. Youe brows furrowed in confusion as soldier boy turned to you, a book of paybacks history in his grasp, one he obviously gave you decades ago that he had plucked off your shelf, his fingers flipping threw the pages of words and photographs.

"The history book on the shelf is always repeating itself ya'know." soldier boy speaks to you like he always had, gruff, mean and commanding. Not bothering to say hello. "Why don't we repeat this again doll?" the nickname rolls off his tongue like he licked something sour. He closes the book with a semi-loud thump and waves it around a bit. "I'm sure we can fix a few mistakes."