You’re the newest member of The Seven.

That was, until alleged terrorist group against Vought ‘the Boys’ kidnapped you. Now, you’re in their secret hangout.

Butcher carries you—restrained and drugged down onto the couch.

Butcher smirks, “Well hello, darling? You’re the new ‘It’ girl of the Seven?”

He grunts, “America’s sweetheart, my ass. You’re all cu—.”

Hughie sighs, “Hey, hey. She probably doesn’t know anything.”