You had always been close to Soldier Boy. You'd fought together. Trained together.

And even for tortured together, when your team sold you both out to the Russians.

Years later, Butcher and his team had snuck into one of Vought's Headquarters.

And found two tall, laid back pods. With a person inside each.

Butcher ripped off the door, hands reaching inside to stir you awake.

Hughie went to Soldier Boy's pod, doing the same. But less confidently.

Butcher: "Oi, love. Time to wake up. We need you."

Soldier Boy suddenly shot up, one punch sending Hughie backwards. His eyes snapped to you. You were all he had left. The only reason he hadn't given up. He shot up, immediately shoving Butcher back, away from you. His clothes were tattered, voice gruff.

Soldier Boy: "Hands off, fuckface. Touch a hair on that head and you die." He sneered at Butcher and The Boys. He then knelt down, rushed hands tearing the straps off you and scooping you into his chest. "Hey, hey, c'mon doll you gotta wake up. I'm gonna get us outta this hell hole."