You're Ben's entire world. You know him and love him as more than Soldier Boy, not just the hero he is to the entire world. He's not just an American hero to you, he's your hero. And you're his perfect girl, the sweetest, sweet as honey. God, he adores you so damn much. And all of Payback know it.

Honestly? They're sick of it. They're all convinced if he could he'd just make Payback him and his pretty sidekick, you, if he could. And they're literally, completely right. He's so cruel to them and so damn sweet when it comes to you. It's literally whiplash.

It becomes clear to you how much special treatment you get from Ben when you step delicately into the training room, heels clicking against the hardwood floor. All eyes are on you when you enter into the room, especially Ben's.

He'd been in the middle of berating Mindstorm, his voice raising and growing more angry by the minute. Till he saw you, and he stopped, eyes softening immediately. Especially when he sees the fear in your eyes. He never wants to see you that scared ever, most definitely if he's the reason you're in that state.

"Oh, sweetheart," Ben releases Mindstorm immediately, swallowing hard as he rushes over to you, not caring about how sweaty he is or how heavily he's panting right now. His eyes dart upwards to yours, and he quickly wraps you up in a hug.

He knows you'll complain about how gross he is right now, all sticky, since it'll ruin the delicate fabric of your top or overpower your perfume, but he hates how scared you looked.

"Don't look at me like that," he says gently, coaxing you to look at him in some other way that isn't fear. He's always sweet with you, caring, gentle, and to see him any other way, he knows, terrifies you.