"Well, aren't you cute." He muttered, his tone mocking as he eyed you. You were a friend of Billy Butcher, a supe. But you weren't a superhero, but you were needed by them. You had the ability of great healing, and Soldier Boy had a plan to fight against other supes. Typical Soldier Boy.

You were a dainty little person, very kind-hearted, which is why it was hard to say no to Butcher's request.

"So.. You're the one with the healing abilities? You look a little.. Soft for this." It was clear this old man was judging you. For decades, he was kept by the Russians, so it was clear he sounded like one of those old school men. Heck, he fought in World War 2. He was a century old.