Ominous Fortune

Billy was up one night having a few drinks when he received a call from his daughter, you two didn't speak much considering after Becca died he kind of abandoned you to fight supes.

'Hey, kid.'

'Dad...' you whispered. Your voice was strained and panicked. Billy stood up quickly and grabbed his coat.

'Talk to me, what's wrong, baby girl?'

'It was Homelander,' you whispered. Billy felt his blood run cold when he heard that name.

'Fuck, stay there. Where are you?'

'At...at Aunty Lisa's,' you whispered.

'Boys! Get the fuck up!' Billy shouted as he bashed on the walls. Hughie, Frenchie and Kimiko stumbled out of their rooms as Billy tossed them a coat each.

'What's going on?' Hughie asked.

'Homelander got to Y/N,' Billy said as he grabbed his gun. 'Stay on the phone, baby girl. Talk to me, I'm here.' You let out a choked sob and Billy felt his heart breaking.

'I don't want to die, dad,' you whispered. The boys got into the van as Frenchie sped off.

'I ain't gonna let that happen, darlin. Where's aunt Lisa?'

'She's dead... He killed her,' you sobbed.

'Fucking hell, alright... It's okay just focus on me okay? Focus on dad,' he said into the phone.

After an excruciating five minutes the boys made it to your Aunt's house to see it almost completely wrecked. Billy ran inside and looked around. 'Y/N!' he shouted.

'In here,' you voice called out. He ran in and froze as he felt himself about to vomit. Rage and fear filled his body as he looked at his baby girl on the ground with her legs cut off.

'Y/N...' he whispered. He rushed forward and knelt by you as you sobbed.

'Daddy, I'm scared,' you whispered through your tears.

'Shh, I know. I know, baby. I'm here, daddy's here,' he said as he held your face.

'Hughie! Call a bloody ambulance!' he screamed out as tears formed in his eyes.

'I tried to save Aunty... I couldn't save her,' you whispered.

'Shh, it's okay. Don't focus on that, you just focus on me,' he whispered. He reached up on your bed to find the teddy he had given you when you were five and placed it on your lap. 'Remember when I got you this? You won your first soccer game,' he said with a smile. You chuckled softly and smiled.

'Only...because I threw up on the field and they felt bad for me,' you said as he laughed softly.

'The ambulance is on it's way. They said to keep her distracted,' Hughie said. Billy nodded and held your face in his hand.

'I'll buy you a million bloody teddies after this, okay? As many as you want,' he said. You laughed softly and leant into his hand.

'I missed...you, dad,' you whispered.

'I know, baby girl. I missed you too, so much. Just focus on me. Let's play that game we used to play, when you would get nervous. You mix two animals together and come up with a name,' he said as you laughed weakly.

'My favourite of yours was the walrus and cow mix, the cowrus,' you said. He laughed and continued to stroke your cheek gently.

They heard the ambulance arrive and Billy stayed right by your side as the paramedics assessed your condition and brought in a stretcher.

'What relation do you have to her?' one of them asked Billy.

'I'm her father, I'm going with her,' he said. She nodded as they carried you out. Billy grabbed your teddy and followed closely behind. He sat in the front of the ambulance as they sped through the traffic, he gripped the teddy bear close to his chest and tried his hardest to not break down.

They made it to the hospital and Billy watched as you disappeared down the hallway. A nurse stayed behind to ask him questions about what had happened. He knew there would have to be police involved, he would probably even be blamed for it. Right now he didn't care, all that mattered was you.

--

Hughie had stayed behind with Billy and they had been in the waiting area for ten hours now. A doctor entered and gestured for them to follow him where they took Billy and Hughie into another room.

'Your daughter is stable, Mr. Butcher. The surgery went well and she's just resting.'

'Can I see her?' he asked.

'Yes, but an officer will need to accompany you,' he said. Usually Billy would've told them to fuck right off, but he just needed to see you. He followed a doctor and two officers into your room where you were unconscious. He rushed forward and sat beside your bed. He didn't care if he was being watched, he couldn't hold the tears in any longer. He gripped your hand and sobbed into the sheets on the bed. 'I'm sorry, baby girl. I'm so sorry I wasn't there,' he whispered. Suddenly the fire alarms blared at the officers ran out with the doctor. Hughie slipped in and looked at him.

'Thought you could use some time alone so I pulled the fire alarm,' he said as Billy chuckled softly through his tears.

'Smart bastard,' he said. Hughie stood on the other side of your bed and looked down at you.

'She looks so much like Becca,' Hughie whispered.

'I suppose you've never even met Y/N. This ain't how I wanted it to go,' Billy said. Hughie smiled sadly and sat down beside your bed.

'I heard the cops talking and they said it looks like the skin had been melted away and almost lasered off. Surely that would make them think it was a supe and not you,' Hughie whispered. Billy looked down at your pale face and gently placed your teddy on your chest.

'They can speculate whatever the fuck they want. I'm staying here by her side and planning how to cave Homelander's fuckin head in.'

--

You hadn't woken up until the next morning and you glanced to see you father asleep in a small couch. You whined and reached out for him.

'Dad...' you whispered. Billy immediately jumped up and grabbed your hand.

'Baby, I'm here. I'm right here,' he said as you began to cry.

'Can you hold me?' you whispered. Billy climbed into the bed and gently brought you against him. You cried and cuddled into his chest as you sobbed.

'Why did you leave me?' you cried softly. Billy closed his eyes and kissed the top of your head.

'I thought it was what was best for you. I was so wrapped up in avenging your mother that I became dangerous. I didn't want you around me when I was like that,’ he whispered. Your tears finally slowed down and Billy played with your hair gently.

‘He killed Lisa like she was nothing… I hate him, I hate him so much. He’s taken everything, my mother, my father, my brother, my aunty… My legs,’ you whispered the last part.

You laid with your father for a while until the doctor and nurse came in. Billy gave them some space and headed out to grab some coffee. When he came back he saw you sitting up with Hughie beside you.

'What did the doctors say?' Billy asked.

'They said for now we just need to take it day by day... Right now it's just managing medications after the surgery,' you explained. Billy sat down beside you and looked at you.

'Hughie, can we have a moment, mate?'

'Yeah, of course. Y/N told me she likes to draw, I'll head out and grab some art stuff,' Hughie said with a smile. Billy tried to hide the small smile on his face as Hughie left.

'He's really nice,' you said.

'He is... He's a good kid. How are you feeling, sweetheart?'

'I don't know. I think my brain is trying to block out what happened, I'm not ready to process what...what I saw and the pain,' you whispered as Billy noticed your face going pale. He reached up and took your hand.

'That's alright, darlin. You process it whenever you feel like you need to, okay? In the meantime you've got nothing to worry about. I'm gonna take care of everything,' he said. You squeezed his hand a little.

'You know how I was having trouble with my knees from playing soccer?' you asked as Billy looked at you in confusion.

'Yeah... What about it?'

'Well, I won't have to worry now,' you said. Billy chuckled and shook his head.

'Bloody hell, love. You definitely got my terrible dark sense of humour,' he said as you both smiled.

'I'm terrified, dad,' you whispered. Billy looked up to see you avoiding his gaze.

'I know, but I swear you're safe, alright? I'm going to sort all of this out and that bastard will never get near you again. I'm not going anywhere,' he said.

--

Billy had left that night to sort a few things out. You woke up in the middle of the night to someone entering the room.

'Dad...?' you whispered.

'Not your daddy, sweetheart,' the voice said as your eyes widened. You panicked and tried to grab the emergency button but he grabbed your hand. 'You look just like your mother...' he said as he ran his hand through your hair.

'Get the fuck away from me,' you growled as he chuckled softly. He ran his hand down your chest as you cried softly.

'I didn't do all of this just to hurt you, Y/N. I did this to make you better, to show you how wrong your father is. Being a supe isn't bad, it will make you powerful,' he said as he pulled out a needle. You shook your head and tried to move away.

'No, no please. Help me!' you screamed before he covered your mouth and injected the V into your arm. You screamed and cried under his hand as you felt the V burning your blood stream. Homelander chuckled softly and kissed your forehead before he left. You screamed in pain as your body convulsed and doctors rushed in. 'No! Get away! Get away from me!' you screamed as they tried to hold you down. You screamed and threw the nurse against the wall. The doctors stepped back as you stood up, they stared in shock to see shadowy black legs supporting your body. You looked at them as shadows began to swirl around you. 'I want...my dad,' you grumbled before you fell to the ground unconscious and the shadows disappeared.

'Get a Vought representative here now!'

--

When Billy returned to the hospital he found you room and saw you weren't there, just your teddy. He rushed after a doctor and grabbed him. 'Oi! Where the bloody hell is my daughter?'

'She's been transferred to somewhere...safer,' he said. Billy grabbed him and slammed him against the wall.

'Where the hell is she!'

'She's at a Vought facility. We had an...incident and she almost killed the staff members. We weren't aware she was a supe,' he said. Billy backed away and felt like he was going to pass out.

'She ain't a bloody supe, what the hell do you mean?'

'She's dangerous. I'll give you the number to call to see if you can visit her.'

Billy didn't bother taking the number. He made his way back to the base and the boys began to hack into the Vought systems to find where you were. Once they did they grabbed their weapons and were on their way.

'She wasn't always a supe... Right?' Hughie asked as Billy looked at him.

'No, Homelander did this. I know it was him,' he grumbled.

The boys stayed in the van outside to make sure they could get Billy inside the facility. He had to kill a few people, but he didn't care. He made it to the cell they were keeping you in and busted in. He looked down to see you curled up and sobbing. He rushed forward and kneeled down. 'Baby...'

'No! Get away!' you shouted as shadows formed around you. Billy backed away as you glared at him. 'You promised! You promised to protect me!' you screamed as shadowy legs formed again and you stood up. You stumbled forward and your eyes turned black.

'Baby girl, it's okay. I'm taking you home, okay?' he said. You cried softly and collapsed again as the shadows left. You sobbed and Billy rushed forward to hold you.

'What's happening to me, dad?' you whispered as he cradled you.

'It's okay, I'm here. We'll figure this out. Come on, I'm taking you home,' he said as he picked you up.

'I don't want to hurt you,' you whispered as you tested your head on his chest.

'You won't, baby... You won't hurt me, I've got you.'

--

Once you were back at the base Billy sat beside you and gently played with your hair as you slept. 'I should've stayed that night...'

'You can't start blaming yourself, mon ami. Even if you were there he would've done it,' Frenchie said.

'I've fuckin failed her. From the moment Becca was taken, I've failed her,' Billy whispered as he watched you sleep.

'Maybe, now you make up for it. You can dwell on your mistakes or can fix them. Right now, she needs her father and she needs someone who can help guide her through these powers... Perhaps we ask Starlight for help,' Frenchie suggested.

'Yeah, maybe. She might understand the whole supe shit more than me. Just glad the V didn't make her explode of give her a bloody second head,' Billy said as Frenchie let out a small laugh. You began to wake up and Billy took your hand gently.

'Dad...' you whispered.

'I'm here, sweetheart. I'm right here,' he said.

'I'm in pain,' you whispered. Billy nodded and gently brushed your shit our of your face.

'Okay, we'll get you some pain killers, darling,' Billy said as he nodded to Frenchie. You squeezed your father's hand and looked at him.

'Did I hurt anyone?'

'You broke a nurses back, but she's alive,' he said. You nodded a little.

'I thought...I thought he was going to...rape me,' you whispered. Billy's jaw clenched and he gripped your hand.

'Did he touch you?'

'He ran his hand down my chest,' you said. Billy felt like he could blow the entire world up just for that sentence. 'I'm a supe now... Aren't I?'

'Yeah, darlin... We'll figure it out.'

'Do you hate me now?' you whispered.

'No, no sweetheart. I could never hate you, okay? We're gonna get through this. Together, and I promise I ain't going anywhere.' Billy leaned in and kissed your forehead.

'I love you, baby girl.'

Hannibal was having a dinner party and one of his colleagues was attending with his daughter. He was yet to meet you after all this time. Your father never seemed to talk about you all that much. He was mingling when he heard voices coming from the hallway. He peaked out to see your father gripping your arm tightly and scolding you. He stepped out and smiled. 'Is everything okay?' Hannibal asked. Your father looked up and smiled and let go of your arm.

'Oh, quite alright. My clumsy daughter here knocked over a vase. I promise I'll pay for it and she will be reprimanded,' he said. Hannibal looked at you and could see how embarrassed and scared you were.

'May I speak to your daughter alone?'

'Of course, Dr. Lecter,' he said politely before leaving you alone with Hannibal. You glanced up him in fear.

'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm so clumsy and I can't help it, I promise I'll make it up to you,' you said with tears in your eyes.

'My dear, it's merely a vase. You didn't mean it,' he said. You looked at him in shock and he watched as you fiddled with your dress. You kneeled down and started to pick up the pieces he could see you struggled with picking them up. He quickly stopped you and helped you to stand back up again. 'I know this may seem out of the blue,' he said as he unbuttoned the cuff on his suit. He held his wrist out to you. 'Would you button this back up for me?' he asked. You looked at him nervously before you reached up and tried to button it. He could see how much you were struggling with it.

'I'm just nervous, I'm sorry.'

'It's alright, my darling,' he said as he took his hand away. 'Do you struggle with this even when you're not nervous?' he asked. You looked at him and nodded a little.

'Yes... I'm just really clumsy.'

'Have you heard of dyspraxia, my dear?' he asked. You looked at him in confusion and shook your head.

'No... I don't know what that is. I'm sorry.'

'Have you always been clumsy? Dropping things, struggling to walk, write and other things?' he asked.

'Yes... Things are really hard for me. I try my hardest, but I can't help it. Father hates it.'

'It sounds like more than just being clumsy, my dear. Dyspraxia is a neurological condition that effects motor functions. I've dealt with a few patients with it before,' he said. You shook your head and looked anywhere but his face.

'No, no it's not that. I'm just clumsy, I promise,' you muttered nervously.

'I assume your father gets rather upset with you?'

'Yeah, but I understand. I always break things, or take forever to get ready for school and stuff,' you said. Hannibal looked at you in thought. He pulled out a business card.

'Here, I'm free tomorrow afternoon. I want you to come by and we can speak. If your father asks what you’re doing, just tell him you’re doing some gardening for me to make up for the vase,’ he said. You to the business card and nodded.

‘Okay, I’ll come by after school.’

—

The next day Hannibal saw you being dropped off by your father. He smiled politely and led you inside once your father was gone. He led you into his office where there were a few things set out. You sat down and he handed you a piece of paper and some scissor. ‘I want you to cut a circle for me,’ he said. You nodded and looked at the paper, he could see how nervous you are. ‘Whatever the outcome you’re not in trouble, Y/N.’

You nodded again and began to cut the paper into a circle. He could see how much you were struggling, your hands not working in the way you wanted. He could see you getting frustrated and tears welling in your eyes. He knelt down in front of you and placed his hand on your knee. ‘I can’t do it, I’m sorry.’

‘My dear, that’s okay. It’s just a test to help me better understand all of this. If you get anything wrong, that’s okay,’ he said. You nodded and wiped away your tears as he grabbed a notepad and pen. He handed you a piece of paper with words written down. ‘I want you to copy this text in writing,’ he said. You nodded and composed yourself before you began writing. He watched the pure concentration on your face and the way your hand was so tense around the pen. Hannibal stood back up and watched as you continued to write slowly. You paused and tried to keep writing but your hand would hold the pen properly. You groaned in frustration and threw the pen across the room.

‘I can’t do it!’ You screamed. Hannibal stepped forward and took the page from you. You began to cry and buried your head in your hands. Hannibal knew that your father and teachers had probably always punished you for something you couldn’t control.

‘Let’s take a break. How about we take a walk?’ He asked. You sniffled and nodded as you stood up and he handed you some tissues.

'I'm sorry... I didn't mean to throw a tantrum. It's just so frustrating,' you whispered as you wiped your eyes.

'There's no need to apologise, Y/N. I can't imagine how frustrating it is, especially when people around you get so frustrated with you.'

You looked at him sadly. 'I don't mean to be a bad kid.'

'I know you don't, my dear. Come on, let's go for a walk.'

Hannibal had disguised a test as just a simple walk, but it was actually a test to see if your suspected dyspraxia effected your walking. He made sure to make his glances towards you subtle as he took note of how much you focused on a simple task like walking. He enjoyed that you were more relaxed and talking about your likes and dislikes. He knew there weren't any adults in your life that you trusted. You suddenly stopped yourself and looked at him.

'I'm talking a lot...' you muttered. He chuckled and looked down at you.

'I don't mind it one bit, my dear. I rather enjoy hearing you speak so passionately.’

‘You’re really nice. I haven’t met any adults that are nice to me,’ you said nervously.

‘Well, adults are usually very caught up in their own lives and take a lot of their frustrations out on children. Can I ask about your mother? Is she in the picture?’

‘No… She left with my older sister when I was two years old.’

‘Why didn’t she take you?’ He asked. You stopped and glanced down. ‘You don’t have to answer, my darling.’

‘My father had an affair with another woman while my mother was pregnant with me. Apparently she couldn’t look at me without thinking about his betrayal. I’ve never spoken to her,’ you replied. Hannibal looked at you sadly, he didn’t understand how a parent could be so heartless towards their own child.

‘I’m sorry you’ve had to live with that, Y/N. If you were to talk to your father about possibly having dyspraxia would he be understanding?’ Hannibal asked, even thought he already knew the answer.

‘Not really… He doesn’t believe in that stuff. He thinks I do it on purpose,’ you whispered.

‘Well, we don’t need to tell him. How about you tell your father that you enjoyed helping me and we make it a fortnightly appointment. That way I can start to help you through some of this without your father knowing,’ he said. You looked up at him in shock.

‘I don’t have any money,’ you said as he chuckled softly.

‘I’m aware, my dear. I’m not after money, I just wish to help you. How about every Wednesday afternoon?’ He asked. He could tell you were still apprehensive about it, he knew you didn’t trust adults.

‘Okay… We can try for a bit,’ you said.

Hannibal had planned a kill, one that would look like a complete accident. The man he wanted to kill was known for drunk driving anyway. What Hannibal hadn't planned was that the man's daughter would be in the car as well. Will paced in front of Hannibal, he was seething.

'You hurt an innocent child! Her entire life has changed because of you,' Will shouted.

'I hadn't planned on her being there with him. I also wasn't aware he had a daughter. He kept her rather hidden throughout her life. I'll fix this,' Hannibal said as he stood up.

'How the hell will you fix this, Hannibal? She lost her arm and probably has a shit load of trauma,' Will said. Hannibal sighed and looked at his friend.

'I'll handle it, you don't need to worry about it.'

--

Hannibal eventually found the hospital and room you were in and entered to see you eating ice cream. He expected to see a sad and terrified child, not one that was happily binging on ice cream with only one arm. You glanced up with ice cream all over your face and smiled. 'Hi! I haven't seen you yet, are you a doctor? I like your coat, is that your uniform? How many times do you wash your clothes? They look really clean? Oh what's your favourite ice cream?' you asked question after question. Hannibal chuckled and moved closer.

'I'm not a doctor at this specific hospital, but I am a psychiatrist. My name is Hannibal Lecter. I don't eat much ice cream, but if I do I indulge in chocolate,' he said. You smiled and chuckled as he pulled a tissue out of his coat pocket and handed it to you. You mumbled a small thanks and began to clean your mouth.

'I can't believe they let me eat ice cream here! I also get to watch cartoons whenever I want and they even got me a teddy!' you said as you held up the teddy bear beside you. Hannibal kept his kind smile up, but he was already studying you. There was more to this than he was seeing. A father who kept their daughter secret, a child who had been in a terrible accident who was seemingly happy and unbothered. Hannibal sat down and kept his eyes on you.

'Have they been asking you a lot of questions?'

'Yeah... This lady keeps coming in and talking to me about my dad. She always seems mad at me and everyone is being really weird around me. They think I killed him,' you muttered. Hannibal couldn't hide the small hint of shock in his face as he looked at you.

'Why on earth do they believe it's your fault?'

'They said it's because I'm not sad he's gone and that I seem like an irrational thinker,' you explained. He didn't think a child being excited was enough to accuse them of murder.

'My dear, is there a reason you aren't sad he's gone? I promise whatever answer you give is okay. You won't be in trouble,' he said. Hannibal could see you were quite relaxed around him.

'I didn't like dad very much,' you muttered as you hugged your teddy.

'Why not, darling?'

'He was mean to me a lot... He would say mean stuff and hurt me. I was never allowed anything. Like ice cream or toys or TV. I barely ever got to go outside,' you said quietly.

'What was your living situation like, Y/N? Did you have your own room? Did you often go out of your room? Did you eat meals?' he asked. You glanced at him nervously.

'I didn't leave my room much. Dad would lock me in most of the time, I had a small bathroom I could use though. Sometimes he would unlock the door after he had a few drinks and I would get some stuff to eat,' you said. Hannibal continued to examine you, underneath the wounds from the car accident he would see scars.

'How did your father hurt you?'

'He used to hit me a lot and he would throw stuff at my head. One time he put a cigarette out on my arm. I had a scar there but...my arm is gone,' you said as you looked at your bandaged forearm.

'Do you have anyone to care for you?'

'No... They're trying to contact my mom, but I don't think she'll come. I don't want her to either,' you paused for a moment and held your bear tighter. 'I'm scared.'

Hannibal could see tears in your eyes and he wanted nothing more than to scoop you up into his arms. He was the reason you were like this, but he was also the reason you were now free of your abusive father. Perhaps with a few forged documents he could make things right for you.

--

Hannibal returned the next day to see you watching some cartoons. He smiled with a new teddy in his arms. You looked up with excitement. 'Is that for me?' you asked with excitement.

'It surely is, my darling.' He handed you the bear and you giggled as you cuddled it. He sat beside your bed and smile. 'I wanted to talk to you about something. I know you're afraid of what will happen now. I might be able to help you.'

'In what way Mr. Lecter?' you asked. He chuckled at your innocent question.

'I have a rather large house, one that gets lonely. I would have plenty of room for you,' he said. You looked at him in shock.

'You want me to go with you? You wouldn't hurt me, right? Like if I do something bad and I wouldn't have to like...do stuff?' you asked as you played with the bear.

'I would never hurt you, my dear. I can also promise you I would never expect anything from you. I simply wish to give you somewhere safe to grow. All you have to do is be yourself,' he said. You looked a little uncertain and stared down at the teddy.

'They were saying I have to go into foster care. I don't want that,' you whispered.

'If you come with me you won't have to. You let me handle everything, okay? Do you want to come with me, Y/N?' he asked as he leaned forward. You smiled a little and looked at him.

'Would I get a room to myself and...and outside time?' you asked. Hannibal smiled and looked at your innocent face.

'Yes, you would get your own room. You would also get to go outside whenever you like, my dear,’ he said. You looked at him with excitement in your eyes.

'And you would make sure those people wouldn't ask me anymore questions?' you asked nervously.

'I'll make sure they don't bother you ever again. We could even look into getting you a new arm,' he said. You stared at him in shock.

'That's possible!?'

'It is, my dear. It wouldn't be the same as your old one, but it would definitely help,' he said with a small smile. You looked at him nervously.

'Are you sure I don't have to do anything?'

'I promise from the bottom of my heart there's nothing you will need to do.'

--

After some tampering with legal documents, Hannibal was able to take you home. You sat in the back of his car and glanced around nervously. Hannibal looked through the rear view mirror. 'It's okay to be nervous, my darling.'

'Do you have any dogs?'

'I don't, but my good friend has six dogs. How about I get him to bring one of the smaller ones over this afternoon?' Hannibal asked as he watched you perk up.

'Really? I love dogs!' you said happily. Hannibal chuckled softly and focused on the road again.

He drove up to his house and glanced back to see your mouth agape in awe. 'You live in a castle!' you shouted in excitement.

'I suppose to someone your side it is a castle,' he said before getting out of the car. He helped you out and you immediately ran towards the door before you tripped over. Hannibal rushed forward and helped you up as you giggled.

'I'm okay!’ You shouted before Hannibal saw Will’s care pulling up. He saw his smallest mutt int he seat beside him and turned to see you staring in excitement. You giggled and bounced up and down as Will opened the door and the dog ran out. ‘Puppy!’ You shouted as the dog ran straight for you. You giggled and sat down on the ground so the dog could lick you. Will stepped out and looked at Hannibal with a glare.

‘What the hell did you do?’ He growled in a whisper.

‘I took care of the situation I caused,’ Hannibal whispered back. Will glanced down at you as you happily played with his dog. He hadn’t expected a girl who just lost her arm and father to be in such good spirits. You looked up at Will and smiled.

‘I’m Y/N!’ You said. Will smiled softly and his attitude softened.

‘I’m Will, and that little guy is Jones,’ he said. You giggled and hugged the dog tightly. ‘Safe to say he’s found a new best friend.’

Hannibal took you inside and led you to one of the spare rooms. You stood inside of it with the dog still beside you. Hannibal noticed you were quiet and nervous all of a sudden. ‘What’s wrong, my darling?’

‘I don’t think I deserve this, Mr. Lecter,’ you whispered. Hannibal looked at you sadly and kneeled down to your height.

The boys were out on a mission once they had heard Vought abandoned a secret lab outside of the city. After they were sure everyone had left they knew it would be a good opportunity to get their hands on some old vought tech. Hughie was wandering around when he heard a noise and looked down to see a blood trail. He pulled his gun out and rounded the corner to see a little girl sitting next to a decomposing body. He could see she had black cat like ears and a cat like tail. 'Boys, I've got something,' he whispered into the comms. Your ears twitched and you glanced up and giggled. Suddenly you disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. Hughie gasped and looked around before you appeared above him, upside down and floating in mid air.

'Hi!' you shouted.

'H-Hey there, sweetie. What's your name?' he asked. You disappeared again and then reappeared in front of him.

'I'm Y/N! What's your name? Do you have powers? Are you a scientist?' you asked before floating again and moving around him effortlessly.

'Uh... I'm Hughie, no I don't have powers and I'm not a scientist,' he said. You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck and hung off his back. 'Oh god,' he grumbled as he tried to grab you. Billy entered to see a child with cat ears and a tail grabbing Hughie and stared in shock. 'Little help here?' Hughie asked. You saw Billy and appeared him.

'Who are you?' you asked as you flew around him.

'Bloody hell, you're a strange little beast. I'm Billy, you got a name?'

'It's Y/N!' you said. Billy glanced at the dead body that was decomposing on the ground.

'And who's your dead friend there?'

'He used to take care of me, the they shot him. Sometimes I get lonely so I sit and talk to his body,' you said as you grabbed Billy and draped yourself over his shoulder.

'Well, that's bloody depressing. I'm guessing you're a supe, darlin?' he asked.

'Yep, they experimented on me when I was a baby.'

'Why the cat features?' he asked.

'I did those on purpose,' you said as they suddenly disappeared. 'Papa used to call me Cheshire cat so I would make the ears and tail form.'

'Who's your Papa?'

'The guy who's dead over there. He's not my real Papa but that's what I call him. Can I come home with you? It's really boring here,' you said. Hughie looked at you sadly as you continued to play around Billy.

'Yeah, you can come with us, darlin. How long have you been left alone?'

'I don't know, I'm not good at time,' you mumbled as you stood in front of Billy and looked up at him. Hughie stepped forward and looked down at you.

'What did you eat or drink?' Hughie asked.

'I don't need food or water because my body is...' you tried to say a long word but couldn't get it out right. 'It means I'm not really here but I am. I don't know, Papa always used big words.'

'I'm sure we'll figure it out. In the meantime why don't you show us around?' Billy said. Your eyes lit up and you jumped onto Billy's back.

'Forward, horsey!'

--

The boys eventually made it back to the base with you. You had talked the entire time and everyone was ready for some quiet time. You were still talking while you were on Billy's back. He put you down onto the sofa and sighed. 'Alright, time for some quiet time. Does that sound good, darlin? I bet you're tired,' he said. You giggled and shook your head.

'Nope!' you said before you continued to talk his ear off. He groaned and rubbed his face. He kneeled down and looked at you.

'Alright, darlin. I get you been through a lot, but I need you to be quiet for a little bit. Why don't you watch TV?' he asked.

'Okay! Can I watch cartoons!?'

'Sure can, as long as you're nice and quiet, okay?'

'Okay!'

Once Billy had found the kids channel it was blissfully quiet. He sighed and sat down to look through some of the weapons they had stolen.

After about an hour, Billy glanced up to see you fast asleep on the couch. He chuckled and stood up to cover you with a blanket. 'You're a lot cuter when you're asleep, darlin,' he said as he made sure you were warm.

Billy had ended up falling asleep on the couch across from you. When he woke up he saw you draped over him and watching cartoons. He let out a small laugh and looked at you. ‘Comfy there, darlin?’

‘You’re awake!’ You shouted as you sat up with a big smile.

‘Where’s the boys?’

‘They said they went out to get food and that I was in charge,’ you said with a small giggle.

‘Oh yeah? I find that hard to believe, sweetheart.’

‘I’ll have you know I’m very responsible,’ you said. Billy chuckled and ruffled your hair.

‘Listen, kid. They ever teach you about Homelander in your little lab?’ Billy asked.

‘Yeah. He’s like some big hero, right?’ You asked. Billy sighed and looked at your innocent face.

‘No, love. He’s far from a bloody hero, he’s the reason me and the boys are doing all this stuff. He’s ruined a lot of lives, including mine.’

‘What did he do to you?’ You asked as you shifted closer to him.

‘Well, he hurt someone I love. My wife, Becca. He hurt her really badly,’ he said. You looked at Billy sadly and could see how upset he was.

‘Where is she now?’

‘She’s gone, darlin. She didn’t make it after what he did,’ he said. You shifted even closer and looked at him.

‘Did you love her?’

‘I loved her more than anything, that’s why I’m doing this. Why we’re trying to take down Homelander,’ he explained. You floated behind him and wrapped around arms around his neck.

‘I’m sorry you lost her, Billy.’

Billy smiled sadly and gently held onto your small hands. He didn’t understand how a little supe girl who was raised in a lab could have so much empathy. ‘It’s okay, darlin. You’re a good kid, you know that?’

‘Really? The doctors at the lab used to say I wasn’t even real so my feelings didn’t matter,’ you said as you draped yourself over his shoulder again. He chuckled and shook his head.

‘You are real, love. You’re right in front of my bloody eyes, that makes you real, alright?’

‘I wish I could eat. Have you ever had pizza?’ You asked as you began to float around the base and looked at everything.

‘Just happens to be one of my favourites,’ he said. You floated over to the table where Billy had left the weapons and he quickly rushed over when you grabbed a pistol. ‘Woah, easy now, darlin. That ain’t a toy for kids,’ he said as he took it from you.

‘Sorry, Billy…’

Homelander was obsessed with you. He practically worshipped the ground you walked on and you knew exactly why. He had a fetish for pregnancy and even more so lactation. He had known you since he was just a kid, you were a regenerative supe which meant your cells always regenerated and you didn't age after you became a supe. Your only job in Vought was to pop out as many supe children as they needed. You had given birth two weeks ago and you were back in normal shape, apart from your breasts. They were still full and producing milk for a baby you would never meet. You were making your way to the dining area for some breakfast when you felt arms wrap around you from behind.

'I can smell your milk leaking,' Homelander whispered in your ear.

'I'm gonna pump after breakfast,' you said sternly. His grip tightened on you and he kissed your neck.

'Is this still about yesterday?' he grumbled.

'When you played the sound of babies crying and made me lactate in the middle of a meeting? Yes, that is in fact what it's about. So, as punishment you have to sit and watch my pump,' you said as you broke away from him. He followed behind you like a love sick puppy. You began getting some breakfast and making a coffee. Once you sat down Homelander sat across from you, his eyes were glued to your swollen breasts.

'They're so full today,' he whispered.

'Yes, and they're fucking killing me. You get to sit and watch me eat, and then you have to sit and be a good boy while I pump and you don't get a goddamn drop,' you said with a smirk. He clenched his fists as he watched you eat. 'And don't even think about giving me attitude.'

After you had finished breakfast you made it back to your apartment with Homelander close behind you. You grabbed your pump and sat on the couch as Homelander stood in front of you. 'On your knees. Don't move until I say,' you said. He slowly sank to his knees and looked up at you as you lifted your shirt up. A pathetic sound left his lips when he saw your bare leaking breasts.

'Y/N, fucking hell. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I made fun of you in front of everyone. Please just let me drink,' he begged as his whole body trembled.

'No, this is your punishment,' you said as you attached the pump. It began to pump out your milk and your other breast began to leak as a result. Honelander was practically drooling as he watched the pump work. You opened your phone and began mindlessly scrolling as the pump did its work. Homelander whined and moved closer, he nuzzled into your leg and watched as the pump took what was his. He moved down and kissed your leg and down to your foot.

'Please... I'm so sorry, let me taste you. I'm sorry,' he whispered over and over as he worshipped your feet and legs. You ignored him and let him continue his pathetic begging. You only looked up when you heard him sniffle. You glanced down to see him crying and practically humping your leg. 'Mommy please... Please, I'm sorry,' he cried out as he grinded against your foot.

'Look at you, humping my leg like a needy dog,' you teased as the pump finished. You sighed and gently took it off. You were about to put it on the other breast before Homelander stopped you. His eyes began to glow red as he glared at you. 'Keep going with the attitude and I'll make you watch me pump for a whole week,' you warned in a dangerous tone. He stopped and went back onto his knees, his cheeks wet with tears. He nuzzled into your leg and let out a pathetic little sob.

'You are so beautiful, you are everything to me. I love you so much, I love you, Mommy. Please just let me drink, please. I'll be such a good boy for you. I won't ever be bad again, I love you, please,' he whispered through his tears. You looked at him and gently played with his hair. You sighed and looked down at him as he whimpered.

'Tell me how pathetic you are compared to me,' you said. He looked up at you, his blue eyes brimming with tears as he shifted closer to you. You moved your foot a little to press against his crotch and he let out a small whine.

'I'm so fucking pathetic, I am so disgusting and pathetic, Mommy. You are so beautiful, I don't deserve you at all. You're a Goddess, I need you more than air. I would kill everyone just for you, mommy. Just for you,' he whispered as he humped your leg again.

'Good boy, such a pathetic little boy... You want to drink, baby?' you asked. He freezed and stared at you like a starving man who was just offered a buffet.

'Yes... Yes, Mommy. Oh god please let me drink,' he whined.

'Come on then, I suppose missing out on one breast is enough of a punishment,' you said. He leapt up and laid his head on your lap. You could see him physically restraining himself as he watched your breast leak. You gently cradled the back of his head. 'Go on, baby,' you whispered. He grabbed your breast and guided it into his mouth as you hissed a little in pain. 'Easy, baby. They're sore,' you said. He let go of you and let you hold his head as he sucked your nipple and let the flow of milk stream into his mouth. He let out a patheticly loud moan as he tasted you. You continued to play with his hair and leaned your head back with a sigh. You wouldn't admit it, but letting him empty your breasts hurt a lot less then the pumps. Plus, you always loved to see how pathetic he was for you. You felt relaxed as you played with his hair and let him drink, you reached down and rubbed his chest gently with your other hand. He let out a small whimper when you touched him. 'Shh, it's okay, baby. Such a good boy for me,' you whispered as he opened his eyes and you saw how drunk he was off you alone. 'Look at you getting drunk off my milk, hmm? Or do you just get drunk off Mommy?' you teased as he watched your with half opened eyes. He pulled away when the flow slowed down and gently lucked over your nipple to help with the pain.

'I love you, Mommy,' he whispered as he kissed your nipple and continued licking at it.

'Nice and full now, baby?'

'Yes...' he whispered. You could see a small buldge in his stomach from the amount of milk he drank. You chuckled softly at the fact the worlds most dangerous man had a stomach full of your breast milk. He nuzzled into your stomach and closed his eyes.

'I'll wake you up in an hour, okay? You've got a meeting,' you said. He nodded and nuzzled into you even more.

'Thank you, Mommy.'

'That's okay, baby.'

--

Two days later you felt like your breasts were going to burst. You woke up in the morning and whined when you felt the pain of how swollen you were. 'Fuck,' you whispered as you gripped the side of the bed. You watched as your breasts leaked and soaked your shirt. You knew you would be pretty full because you had fully drained then two days ago, but you hadn't expected them to be so full. You picked up your phone and called Homelander.

'What? I'm in a meeting,' he grumbled.

'I need your help,' you said with a small whine. He paused for a moment and you knew he would be gripping the table to resist you. You took a quick photo of your breasts leaking and almost bursting through your shirt and sent it to him. 'Please, baby?' you asked as you heard him suck a breath in.

'I have to go,' he grumbled to everyone in the room before hanging up. You chuckled softly, stood up and made your way to the kitchen to get some coffee made. It hasn't even been a minute when Homelander burst through the doors of your apartment. He rushed up to you and forced you up on the counter. You yelped in shock and held onto his shoulders. He leaned in and licked over your wet shirt.

'Don't worry about the begging... Just help me, please. I'm so fucking sore,' you whispered. He lifted your shift up and instantly latched onto your left nipple. You let out a gasp and held onto his hair as you felt a small sense of relief. 'Fucking hell... That's it, baby. Fuck Mommy is so full,' you whispered as you leaned back against the wall behind you. He held your hips in place and kept drinking at a fast pace. He moved onto the next breast and you gasped softly when the milk flowed out. 'Such a good boy cutting your meeting short for Mommy... My good boy,' you whispered as you heard him moan softly at the praise.

After he was done he leaned back and panted softly. You glanced down to see he was hard under his suit. 'You want Mommy's help, baby?' you asked. He whined and nodded as he nuzzled into you.

'Please let me fuck you before I go back,' he whispered.

'Take your suit off, baby,' you said. While he managed to get his chest plate off and then the rest of his suit, you took your panties off but left yourself in your shirt. He moved over and spread your legs further before burying his cock into your without a word. You gasped and gripped onto him as he began to thrust into you. 'That's it, baby. My pathetic little boy,' you whispered. He nuzzled into you and whined as he felt you clench around him.

'Mommy... You feel so good,' he whispered as he began to stutter. You knew he never lasted long inside of you. He whined and gripped you tighter. 'I'm going to cum...'

'Already, baby? Is that how good Mommy makes you feel?' you teased. He whimpered and looked at you with teary eyes. 'Go on, baby. Cum inside me,' you said. He grabbed your hips with a bruising grip and thrust into you. He let out a pathetic whine and moan as he came inside of you. 'There you go, sweetheart. Did that feel good, baby? You like Mommy's pussy?' you asked. He panted and kept himself inside of you and nodded.

'Feels so good,' he whispered before pulling out and pulling his suit up again.

'Get back to your meeting, okay? I'll see you later,' you said. He looked at you and paused for a moment.

'Can I have your shirt?' he whispered shamelessly. You smiled and took it off to give it to him. He held it to his nose and smelt the stained milk on it. 'Thank you, Mommy.'

You were in your apartment doing some work. Unfortunately for Vought. It was nothing extreme, you just dealt with public relations. Thankfully you could work from home and not have to deal with the asshole supes everyday. What they didn't know is that you were helping the boys in their mission to take down Vought. You knew eventually you'd probably get brutally murdered, but you didn't really care anymore. Your door swung open and you looked up to see Billy with dirt and blood on himself. Whenever he was pent up he came here, either to rant or to fuck his anger out. 'If you want to fuck me you need to shower first,' you said before turning back to your laptop. He grumbled and began tearing his clothes off.

'Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes or I'll smash that bloody laptop,' he treated as he stormer his way into the bathroom. You couldn't help but bite your lip a little at the thought of what he was going to do to you. You waited a moment before you made your way into the bathroom to see him cleaning himself off. You stripped off your clothes and went to get in the shower before he stopped you. 'No, sit on the counter and wait,' he demanded. You rolled your eyes and sat up on the counter, still naked. You acted annoyed, but God you loved when he would take control. The shower stopped and Billy began to dry off as you sat on the counter and waited. He dried off and tied the towel around his waist before he kneeled in front of you. You blushed and looked down at him before he forced your legs open.

'Billy!' you shouted as he looked up at you. He yanked your closer and began sucking on your clit without warning. You yelped and gripped your hair as you leaned back against the mirror. 'Billy! Oh my god!' you shouted as he gripped your thighs tightly. 'Oh fuck!' You hated how easily Billy could make you melt for him with just his tongue. He continued to eat you out as your whole body trembled. He leaned back and wiped his mouth and looked up at you. 'Don't stop...' you whined as he chuckled and locked his lips.

'I ain't done with you, darlin. Forgot how easy you become a fuckin slag for me,' he said as he stood up. You rolled your eyes as he smirked at you.

'No I don't,' you muttered, you didn't sound confident at all. He smirked and leaned down to kiss you. You whined and gripped his bicep.

'I don't like liars, darlin,' he whispered in your ear. 'So, stop being a damn liar and tell me you become a needy little slut when I eat your pussy out.'

You looked at Billy and felt heat pooling in your stomach. 'You're right... I become a pathetic slut around you.'

'Atta girl. Now, I'm going to fuck you nice and hard because I've had a rough day. You are gonna take it like a good girl and let me hear those pathetic sounds you make when I fuck you,' he said. You couldn't help but let out a small moan. He chuckled and began to kiss your neck. 'Get in your room, bend over your bed and wait for me.' Billy backed away and you scurried to get to your room. You needed this, you needed to get dicked down more than anything, you didn't care if you looked pathetic. You grabbed a few pillows to make yourself comfortable as you bent over the bed. You felt a quick slap to your ass and let out a quick yelp. 'Good girl,' Billy said. You looked behind to see the towel was gone and you could see how hard he was for you. 'Need me to warm you up?' he asked. Billy knew his size and he knew it wasn't easy to take. You shook your head and bit your lip.

'No... I want it to hurt,' you whispered. Billy chuckled and slapped your ass again.

'That's my girl,' he said. He grabbed you by the hips and you gripped the bed sheets. 'You look perfect like this, sweetheart.' You felt him guide his dick between your slickened folds, he coated his dick before he roughly pushed inside of you. You yelped and arched your back at the sudden stretch.

'Fuck, Billy!' you shouted as he let out a mean laugh.

'You wanted it to hurt, baby doll.' He gripped your hips with one hand and then tangled his hand into your hair. 'You just be a good girl and make those pretty sounds for me, baby.' You felt tears in your eyes when Billy began to fuck his anger out on you. You bit down on the sheets and tried to stop from screaming out begore Billy slapped your ass. 'What did I say? You be nice and loud for me, baby!' he said. You cried out as he slapped you again. You arched your back and practically drooled as he roughly fucked you.

'Oh my fucking God!' you screamed out as he yanked your hair back.

'That's it, baby. I fuckin needed this, sweetheart. Needed your sweet pussy clenching around me to make me forget about the day,' he growled as he lost himself in the pleasure. You loved when he was rough like this, especially if you came out with bruises.

You lost yourself in the blinding pleasure and pain, the only thing that brought you back was Billy's voice. 'You still with me, baby?' he asked as he kissed your shoulder. 'Think you passed out for a sec there, darlin.'

'Fuck...' you whispered. He chuckled and collapsed beside you.

'You're taking the day off work, I ain't done with you,' he said. You laughed softly and rolled over to lay on his chest. You took deep breaths and tried to ease your racing heart.

'As long as you order me pizza for lunch.'

--

While Billy was asleep in your bed you finished off as much work as you could so you could take the rest of the day off. You were in the kitchen when Billy came out of the room. He wrapped his arms around you from behind. 'Why do I always have the best sleep at your place?'

'Maybe because of the "physical activity" we always get up to,' you said. He chuckled and kissed your neck as his hand went under your shirt.

'Wanna do something for me?' he asked.

'Depends what it is.'

'I need your mouth,' he whispered as he continued to kiss your neck. You smirked and turned around to face him.

'Go sit down on the couch,' you said. He smirked and kissed you before he made his way to the couch. He collapsed down and put a pillow between his feet. You tied your hair up and made your way over and looked at the pillow. 'What a gentleman.'

'Don't want your knees getting sore, darlin,' he said with a wink. You shook your head and kneeled down as he pulled his pants down a little to let his semi hard dick out. He leaned back and let his body relax as you moved in and wrapped your hand around the base of his dick. He groaned and covered his face with his arms. 'Fuck, sweetheart... You're too fuckin good to me,' he whispered with his head back. You locked from the base to the tip and felt his dick getting harder in your hand. He reached up and gently held your hair in his hand. 'Good girl, baby... Such a good girl,' he whispered. You loved the mumbled praises he let out whenever you sucked him off. He was putty in your...well mouth whenever you did it. You continued to just suck at the tip of his dick, your tinge swirling around like you knew he loved. You could feel the muscles in his thighs tense whenever you did something he really liked. You took most of his dick into your mouth, you couldn't fit the entire length. His eyes opened and he looked down at you, you met his eyes and he smirked. 'Look at you trying to fit me... See how far you can go, baby,' he said as he pushed you down further. He watched drool drip from the side of your mouth as he hit the back of your throat. You whined softly which made him laugh softly. 'Atta girl, nice and deep.' He pulled back a little to let you breath as you drooled all over him. He guided his dick back into the back of your throat and watched as you struggled. 'Relax for me, baby. I won't let ya choke,' he said. You kept your eyes on him as he began to guide your head a bit faster on his cock. You whined and gripped his thigh as he began to face fuck you. 'That's it, darlin. Just need a little more, just a little more, babydoll... Fucking hell, sweetheart. Keep looking at me like that.' He fucked your mouth a little faster and you felt yourself choke everytime his dick hit the back of your throat. You whined and gripped his leg tighter as you felt breathless. 'Shh, I know... I know, baby. Almost done, be my good girl, alright? Almost...done,' he growled before he shoved his dick even deeper and you felt his cum go down your throat. You focused on holding your breath and swallowed his cum before he pulled you away and you gasped for air. He panted softly and held your face in his hand. 'Slow breaths, darlin. Take it easy. Did so fuckin good for me,' he said. You caught your breath and climbed up to sit on his lap. He tucked his dick away again and let you straddle him as you both panted. 'I forget how fuckin good you are at that,' he said. You chuckled and leaned back a little.

'You owe me now. You better eat me out until I cum later,' you said. He chuckled and kissed you softly.

'Oh, I will. Don't worry about that, darlin. We're nowhere near done.'

--

After lunch you were lazing on the couch next to Billy as you both watched TV. He ran his hand over your chest and you glanced up at him. 'Are you seriously horny again?' you asked. He chuckled and brushed his thumb over your nipple as you sucked in a breath.

'Can't help it when I'm around you, darlin. You're fuckin gorgeous,' he said as you felt yourself blush at the compliment. 'Come here,' he said as he hauled you onto his lap. He lifted your shirt up and started to kiss you chest. You bit your lip and reached down to brush your hand through his hair. You enjoyed when he was softer like this, yes you loved getting fucked into your mattress but you also liked a healthy balance. You lifted his hand up and kissed him slowly. He pulled away and looked at you and when he looked at you like that you felt like you could melt. 'You wanna ride me, baby? Nice and slow?' he asked. You smiled and nodded before you stood up and took your panties off under your oversized tshirt. Billy shifted a little and let his dick free again. You straddle his thighs and kissed him softly as you gently guided his dick into yourself. You moaned softly and lowered yourself down until he was fully inside you. You looked at him and held his shoulder. 'Good girl, darlin... You feel so good,' he said as he reached up and ran his hand through your hair. 'Take your shirt off, I need to see all of you.' You took the shirt off in one swift movement and Billy looked at your breasts. He kissed your nipple gently and you felt them harden. Billy let out a groan when he felt your pussy clench around him. You began to slowly move your hips while Billy worshipped your chest. You closed your eyes and held onto his shoulders as you felt your whole body give in to the feeling.

'Billy...' you whispered as he kissed your neck and moved his hips against yours. You looked down at Billy and you wanted nothing more than to whisper a soft "I love you" but you knew that wasn't in the cards. You two didn't have time to be in a relationship, maybe once all of this was over, but for now you enjoyed whatever time you had with him. You leaned down and kissed him again, he gripped your hips. Billy rested his forehead against yours as you rocked your hips together and just stayed in the moment for a while.

After the soft session together you just laid against Billy, still in his lap as he tickled your back. You both had clothes on now and were just enjoying the moment. You sat up and looked down at him as you ran your finger over his beard.

'This ends with one of us dead... You know that right?' you whispered. Billy looked at you with a somber look in his eyes as he rubbed your hip gently.

'I know... Most of us won't make it out of this. For now we just ignore it, pretend that world doesn't exist,' he said. You smiled sadly and kissed him again.

You sat on a table in Vought labs as you swung your legs back and forth. You had a collar around your neck like usual to stop you from controlling other people's minds. You didn't really mind, you adapted pretty easily and were usually pretty happy as long as you had a bed, food and some toys. Which Vought was happy to give you considering you would scream bloody Mary until you got your way.

You were eating some chocolate pudding and watching cartoons while the doctors drew some of your blood. You saw a new doctor come in and looked at him, once the other doctors were done he came over to you and smiled. 'You must be Y/N,' he said as you smiled and nodded.

'Yep! You want some pudding?'

'I'm alright, sweetheart. You're kind to ask,' he said. You noticed he had a kind smile on his face, which was different to the other doctors.

'You're not a real doctor, are you?' you said. He chuckled and glanced around to make sure no one was watching.

'You're quite observant. What gave it away?'

'You have a nice smile and you look in my eyes when you talk. The doctors here just grab me and don't look in my eyes...they definitely don't smile, either,' you explained. The man looked at you sadly and kept making sure no one was watching.

'Well, you're right. I'm not a doctor here. I'm someone that doesn't really like the people here. Those superheros and these doctors, they aren't very nice are they?' he said. You looked away and nodded.

'They aren't real heroes. Not like the ones on TV,' you mumbled.

'How would you like to get out of here? You have to keep very quiet though,' he said. You looked at him in shock and tilted your head.

'Away from here? What about my toys? Wait, what's your name? Can I have more toys?' you asked. He chuckled and ruffled your hair gently.

'You can call me Marvin, kid. Unfortunately you can't take your toys with you, but I swear I'll get you new ones, okay?' he said. You sighed and put your teddy bear down and kissed it on the head.

'That's okay. Are we going now? Can we get ice cream?' you asked.

'We're gonna go when everyone else goes home, okay? I'll see you tonight, and I promise we can get ice cream on the way,' he said as you smiled brightly. 'You have to keep the secret, okay? No one can know that you're leaving.'

'Okay! I won't tell anyone.'

'Good girl. I'll see you tonight okay?'

--

You were in your little bedroom in the lab when you heard a noise. You smiled and stood up to see Marvin walking in with another man. 'Hi, Marvin!' you shouted. He chuckled and unlocked the door and let you run out. He chuckled and picked you up.

'Its good to see you again, sweetheart. This is Hughie, he's a friend,' Marvin said. You giggled and waved at Hughie who practically melted at how cute you were.

'Hi, sweetie. You ready to go? We're gonna get ice cream on the way,' he said. You giggled and nodded happily as Marvin held you.

'Yeah! I want ice cream!' you shouted happily. Marvin laughed softly and waited for the all clear from the rest of the boys waiting outside. Once out they rushed into the van and you sat down while Marvin buckled you in. You looked at the other team mates and smiled. 'I'm Y/N! We're getting ice cream,' you said as the team chuckled. Billy smiled and looked at you while Frenchie drove.

'Heard you got a pretty good power, darlin. You can make people do what you want?' he asked.

'Yeah! I haven't used it in a long time, last time I used it I had to make this man tell the people his secrets and then they exploded his head and I got covered in blood,' you said casually as Billy stared at you in shock.

'That didn't bother you?' he asked. You shrugged a little and kicked your legs back and forth.

'I've seen a lot of people die. One time I controlled a doctor to shoot himself in the head too,' you said. The rest of the team stared at you in shock as Billy chuckled.

'You're a dangerous little kid, huh? Well, I need you to promise us something.' Billy leaned in and looked at you. 'I'm gonna get that little collar off you, but I need you to promise you won't use those powers on us. Understand, darlin?'

'I understand! I won't use it on you guys, cause you guys are my friends now. I've never had friends. What ice cream are we getting?' you asked as Billy chuckled softly.

'Whatever ice cream you want.'

--

The boys had finally got you back to the base after getting ice cream. Marvin carried you in and looked down to see you fast asleep on his shoulder. He chuckled and got you tucked into his bed. He came back out and collapsed onto the sofa. 'You really think she won't use her power on us?' Marvin asked Billy.

'Maybe to get her more bloody ice cream, but nothing serious. She ain't ever had a family. This is her first chance at having people who actually care for her,' Billy said. Marvin looked at him in surprise, he hadn't expected Billy to care so much.

'If I didn't know any better I would say you care about her.'

'Oi, I'm not a complete monster. I see a kid in need and I wanna help... Plus, she can control Homelander and the other idiots,' Billy said.

'You gotta admit she's pretty cute.'

'Fine, she's bloody adorable.'

The next morning you stumbled out of Marvin's room and saw Hughie making some breakfast with Marvin. You yawned and rubbed your eyes. Marvin smiled and grabbed a cup of water for you. 'Here, have some water.' You took some slow sips before handing the cup back to him. He noticed the red marks around the collar on your neck, they would definitely have to get it off today.

'I miss my teddy,' you mumbled. Marvin looked at you sadly and kneeled down to you.

'I'll go out and get one for you today, okay? I need you to be good while I'm gone, can you do that?' he asked as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

'Yeah, I can be good! What's Hughie making?' you asked as you glanced at him in the kitchen.

'He's making bacon and eggs, does that sound yum?'

'Yeah! I've never tried bacon,' you said with excitement.

'I'll head out and get a few things and a teddy, I'll be back soon,' he said as he stood up and ruffled your hair. Marvin left and Billy came out to see you sitting on the counter and talking to Hughie.

'Talking Hughie's eat off, luv?' he asked. You giggled and looked at him as Hughie smiled.

'I definitely don't mind the company, she's got some good stories,' Hughie said as he played up everyone's breakfast.

'Do I get the collar off today?' you asked as Billy picked you up off the counter.

'You sure do, darlin. You gotta keep that promise to not use your powers unless I say so, alright?'

'Yeah! I understand, I don't wanna hurt you guys. You're my friends now, right?' you asked. Billy sat you down at the small table and smiled.

'We're definitely friends now, darling. And you don't hurt friends okay?' he said. You nodded and he placed a plate in front of you. 'Atta girl, eat up.'

After you'd eaten you sat next to Frenchie on the couch as he worked on unlocking the collar. You were happily watching cartoons while he muttered to himself in French. The collar came off and you looked at him and smiled. 'Look at that! I'm still a genius,' he said. You giggled and stood up and rushed to the kitchen. You focused and the freezer door swung open. Frenchie turned to Billy in shock. 'Did we know she could control objects too?'

'No... Thought it was just people but this is even better,' he said as they watched you climb onto the counter to get the ice cream out of the freezer. Billy could see you were about to fall and quickly rushed over to grab you. 'Bloody hell, you're gonna give me a heart attack. You can't have ice cream.'

You pouted and looked at him before you narrowed your eyes and he suddenly grabbed the ice cream and handed it to you. You giggled as he blinked a few times and looked at you. 'Oi! What was our one rule?' he asked sternly. Your smile faded and you looked at him in fear.

'I'm sorry... I forgot and I was being silly,' you whispered. Billy sighed and sat you on the counter.

'It's alright, darlin. You can't do it to us, alright? You do it when I tell you,' he said. You pouted even more and nodded. He hated how easily you could control him even without your powers. 'Fine, you can have the bloody ice cream but no more controlling me, got it?'