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Nodding at Bob’s words, Butcher could 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 understand that feeling of not knowing 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 to do. Paralysed by 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓, it could leave a man crippled at times. But Butcher had dragged himself out of worst situations. And he’d done it 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆. Now he was going to >>

"Valentina." Butcher murmured the name, his brow creasing in the middle. He hadn't heard the name before. Was this something to do with Vought or was it some other company trying to replicate Vought's fucked up experiments. Supe or not, no one 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 to be treated >>

“Six..” Butcher inhaled sharply at that, a small flicker of something akin to 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 apparent in his eyes before it was gone. As though it was never there to begin with. Six young people signed up for this shite and only 𝒐𝒏𝒆 had made it through. Bob. That meant the >>

❝ oh , shit... are you alright ﹖ ❞



Butcher listened as Bob spoke, slowly explaining what had happened to him. It was clear, from the few details he gave, that it had started with the innocent 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒇 that Bob could become a better version of himself. Whatever the hell that had meant to the younger man, >>

that would be very much appreciated actually .

she could say the same . homelander constantly sent her out on missions . from sun up to sundown — and sometimes even later , she was eliminating some perceived threat . it was exhausting .