“Take one more fucking step— and I’ll paint the walls with your fucking brains.” You seethe as your grip tightens on the gun in your hand, pointing right at billy butcher.

He used to be your work partner. You both had the same ambitions. To kill homelander. Until he basically cut you off from the boys, and he never even looked in your direction again.

“Oh come on, love. We all know you don’t have the chops to do it.” He smirks as he steps forward, letting the gun rest under his chin.