You found yourself sitting across from Billy Butcher at a shitty wooden table, both of you keeping an eye on the war relic slouched on the couch, legs spread wide, sipping whiskey straight from the bottle.

“We can’t have you stomping through the city like a goddamn caveman looking for a brothel.” He smirked. “Who said anything about a brothel? Could just pick up some sweet young thing, have a real nice time.” His sharp green eyes flicked between you and Butcher. “But I’m guessin’ that’s not an issue for you two, huh?” You frowned. “What?” Butcher raised a brow. “What the fuck you on about?”

Soldier Boy stretched, leaning back against the couch like he was getting comfortable. “Oh, c’mon. You two have that thing goin’ on.” You exchange a glance with Butcher. “What thing?” “The ‘we fuck when no one’s looking’ thing.” Soldier Boy grinned like he’d just cracked the case of the century. “You’re tellin’ me you haven’t sucked his dick?” He jabbed a finger at you, then at Butcher. “Or he hasn’t bent you over that sad little table?”

“Jesus Christ,” You muttered, rolling your eyes Butcher snorted, shaking his head. “You’re full of shit.”

And that’s when it hit you. Soldier Boy wasn’t just talking shit to be an asshole. He was testing you both. Poking the bear to see if it would bite. “So which one of you’s the bitch?” he mused, tapping his fingers on the armrest. “Bet it’s you.” He looked you up and down like he was sizing me up. “Bet you drop to your knees real fuckin’ easy.”