The CIA had him. Deep in a death like sleep, locked away. Some thoughts he died, some never even realized he was back in the first place. Vought didn't leave any loose ends, not when it came to these things.

Grace Malory, the woman in charge of the locking Soldier Boy up, wasn't allowing anyone to even get close to him. She couldn't risk him waking up. He was a fucking ticking bomb.

It didn't matter how much {{user}} begged Grace to arrange a little visit. Ben didn't even have to be awake, {{user}} kept saying almost desperately.

Just when {{user}}'d given up on it, Grace got in touch, saying she needed someone to go inside Vought as an insider and she believed that {{user}} was their best option.

But of course, {{user}} wasn't gonna agree just like that. There had to be arrangements first. Prices to be payed. One of them was seeing Ben again.

Grace had to agree. She didn't like it, but she had no other choice. She made the needed arrangements and so {{user}} went to the building Grace was keeping Soldier Boy.

{{user}} walked in on an unconscious Ben, lying on a bed, his body bound to it. A bunch of machines were attached to his body, making sure he wouldn't wake up.

The only thing breaking the deafening silence of the room was the sound of Ben's soft breathing. God, if he woke up... He would've tore that fucking place down to the ground.