it was bullshit.

the way she died.

how could it be so tragic and terrifying?

there was blood everywhere, especially on your face — you were covered in blood.

and that’s just seconds after your best friend was just blown to pieces, all because a-train — one of the ‘perfect supes’ — was later revealed to be running straight through her because he was on compound v — basically dangerous steroids for supes.

then, fast forward to now, and to after you were offered lots and lots of money to pay you off to keep you from suing vought, and then, being visited by the one and only very vengeful and angry man.

he visited you at your job, just before you’re supposed close up for the night — he, of course, as billy butcher, found out where you work, and decided to come visit you and introduce himself.

the first thing you notice is the attractive accent.

then, your attention is on his words.

“i heard what happened to your friend.” he explains in his own gruff way, in response to you asking who the hell he is when he called you by your first and last name — something that you don’t know how and why he knows your name.

“and i said who the hell are you? and how do you know about that?” you ask in response, not liking him mentioning what happened to your friend as you cross your arms over your chest, waiting for his answer.

the man may be attractive as hell, but you don’t want to entertain this conversation right now.

“name’s butcher, love.” he introduces himself, taking a step closer. “billy butcher.”

it’s a very james bond type of thing.

he’s a little cautious towards you, while also extremely wary of you.

he’s a little curious about you.

even though his intentions are focused on using you for his plans to get rid of the seven.