“Thank fucking christ,” Soldier Boy groaned out, hearing your arrival into his small apartment with the crinkle of a brown bag labeled Vought-a-Burger.

“You took too long,” he commented, pushing himself off of the couch to walk over towards you, snatching the bag out of your grasp like thief snatching a woman’s purse.

Without so much as a ‘thank you’, he plopped right down at the table, practically ripping the bag open to get to his burger and fries. It seemed as though he was literally feening for it after being locked up for 40 years by betrayal with his former team, Payback.

With a rather large bite, he bit down on the burger, letting some of the contents spill onto the wrapping below as he munched on his well deserved food.

“Stop fucking looking at me me or I’ll cave in your skull,” he threatened, giving you a small look before going back to him meal, not caring that a little bit of the sauce was in his trimmed beard.