#temp v

Guess it’s my responsibility then XD

We climbed into Butcher’s car and he drove us to a dingy looking motel, I mean they’re all in some way dingy looking but still.

“You two are staying here until further notice.” Butcher says firmly as we climb out of the car.

“We could’ve just stayed at my apartment.” I complain.

“No we couldn’t, we broke your bed.” Ben whispers to me as we share a laugh.

“Fine.” I say as we wait for Hughie to get our room sorted.

Hughie comes back over to us and leads us to our new residence. I throw myself on the bed whilst Ben stays stood up looking intimidating to the duo.

“We’re hungry.” He states expectantly.

“Look, we’re not your fucking-” Butcher begins.

“And we can’t go out in public so…I guess that makes you our errand boys if you want us to help.” I observe logically.

“Fucking supes.” Butcher grumbles as we give him our food order, request of clothes and a few ‘other’ things. “Hughie keep an eye on them.”

“We don’t want a cuckold.” Ben counters glaring at Hughie.

“I-I could come with you, make sure you get everything?” Hughie suggests as Butcher gives in.

“Fine. We’re going now.” Butcher says despite it being at least two a.m.

Hughie rushes to join Butcher as they stroll out leaving us alone. Once they’re out of sight Ben sits down on the bed ad relaxes as I sit up to join him wrapping my arms around him and nuzzling my face into his neck placing a few delicate kisses on his neck as he moans against me. I’m tempted to ask him if he’s okay, I know he’s not and he knows I know it’s a pointless question.

“How can I make it better?” I ask running one hand through his hair as he relaxes into my touch.

He remains silent before looking down and grabbing my left hand from his waist as he massages his thumb on the back of my hand as he notices I put my ring back on.

“Do you remember when I gave you this?” He asks.

“Yeah it was a year to the day that we met.” I laugh. “You said it’s a promise.”

“It took us four months to find a gap in our schedules, for me to fulfil that promise.” He sighs nostalgically.

“Gunpowder was doing his first feature film so I got Black Noir to be our witness.” I add.

“The only thing he did well…he stood in the same room as us as we eloped. That was his greatest achievement.” Ben grumbles with a hint of venom.

He never liked Noir, I however classed him as a friend at the time but now…every surviving member is awaiting their overdue execution.

“Do you reckon we have time?” He asks turning his head to look at me a wicked gleam in his eyes as his smirk held every hidden desire.

“No…doesn’t mean we can’t do other stuff though.” I say placing my hands on the side of his face pulling him in for a passionate kiss as I start to lie down pulling him on top of me.

He bites my lip making me gasp as he takes the opportunity to snake his tongue in, we fight for dominance for a minute until he tugs my hair stealing the advantage. He begins grinding against me and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter as he grows harder and harder. Ben breaks the kiss grunting as he lowers the bottom half of his suit, pushing my silk underwear to the side quickly thrusting in.

“Shit…” I can’t help but cry at the sudden intrusion before he claims my lips once again.

“You know you want this.” He teases as my hips meet his thrusts.

“What if they comeback…” I say feeling a little anxious.

“Never bothered you before.” Yes it wouldn’t be a first I mean he created Herogasm for fucks sake just so we could fuck without judgement.

“I-It’s been a while since…I can’t.”

“Don’t be getting all embarrassed on me now, Sweetheart. You know you love it really.” His hips start moving faster and harder and I once again hear the bed springs scream before breaking.

“We’re gonna break this bed.” I whine as he bites down on my neck lifting us off the bed essentially ramming me into a wall as hear is creak with each movement.

I cling to his neck, nails breaking his skin as light trickles of blood trail down his neck coating his suit as his body automatically heals.

“Shit…I’m close.” I scream tugging his soft hair.

The door creaks open and I hide my face behind Ben’s shoulder. Felling my discomfort he stretches his back out his muscular build blocking me and them from view, well aside from my legs that are wrapped around his waist.

“You look at me. They aren’t there it’s just you and me.” Ben coos reassuringly as my eyes lock on his hypnotic green eyes.

“Fucking hell. We can’t leave supes alone for two minutes.” Butcher complains his irritation evident.

“Knock next time.” Ben yells over his shoulder never once slowing his thrusts. “Get the fuck out, you fucking perverts.”

The door slams shut.

“Cum…baby, be my good girl and cum for me.” Ben encourages as I re-focus on us.

I can feel myself getting closer again, my stomach fluttering as I stare into my husband’s eyes clenching around his member as pleasure washes over me spasming against him as his cum fills me up and he growls in satisfaction.

“Good girl…you did so well.” He praises carrying me back over to the bed finally slipping out of me as he readjusts himself and readjusts my underwear. “Keep that inside.” He whispers kissing my forehead before opening the door to an agitated Butcher and mortified Hughie.

“Clothes, food and drugs.” Butcher announces dumping everything on the table.

Ben drags the table towards the bed with everything on grabbing our clothes helping me stagger into the bathroom as we change into the oversized comfy clothes. It was so good finally getting out of my suit as we re-enter the room Ben emptying the bag of greasy fried chicken and chips onto the table.

“Where’s the Chop Socky Oriental sauce?” Be asks looking rather displeased.

“They don’t have that…anymore.” Hughie replies cautiously.

“Why the fuck not?”

“Uh, many…many good reasons.” Hughie says clearly just making up his answer.

“Did you get the other shit?” Butcher reaches into another brown paper bag placing a bottle of whiskey and drugs on the table.

“Here you go, guv.” Butcher says as Ben grabs the pills emptying three onto the table.

“Man. I missed bennies. It’s how we won D-Day, you know. We were wired to the fucking gills.” My husband says using the handle of his blade to crush the pills.

“Listen, let’s have a little chat about this team up, yeah?” Butcher says standing far too close for comfort.

“Yeah, what the hell do I need a team for? The last one handed me to the reds.” He states as I hold his free hand.

“And we got you out of that little pickle.” Butcher insists and I can’t help but scoff.

They wouldn’t have known a fucking thing if it weren’t for me however, I did need their contacts to find out what happened and where he’d be.

“We wrapped up Crimson Countess and delivered her like a fucking Christmas turkey, and I even sorted Gunpowder for you.”

“Why am I supposed to be impressed with that? That’s like killing Emmanuel Lewis.” Ben mocks with a snigger before snorting his drugs.

“Yeah, well, he grew up a bit since you last saw him.” Butcher says as Hughie fails to pick up the shield.

“Hands off the fucking shield.” He says still looking intimidating to Hughie even with the white powder on the side of his nose.

“Anyway you want payback on Payback, don’t you? Well it just so happens that we are experts at exterminating shitbag supes.” Butcher says putting his arm round Hughie forcing him closer to us. “You see, it’s a whole different world out there now, son. We’re here to help you find your way.” Butcher pitches.

“I have Y/n for that.” My husband says taking a bite of his food as I do the same.

“Are you sure?” Hughie asks flashing me a pleading look. “Do you know what a GPS is? Or-or Bluetooth? Or, I mean…the internet.” Hughie chuckles at the end.

I hope he remembers his lesson with my smart phone but I know he won’t.

“You made those words up.” He answers confidently and I can’t help but face palm gaining his focus.

“No he didn’t, remember I was showing you at my apartment.” I try biting back a grin.

“Before or after we broke your bed?”

“After. Remember we were looking at new beds on the internet?” He looks at me trying to focus before shrugging.

“See? You need us.” Hughie tries again.

“Y/n can still do it.” Ben insists as I nod in agreement.

I do want to see Homelander and his all powerful mightier than thou self destroyed, I don’t like the idea of Butcher using Ben.

“All we ask is that you add one more name to the list.” Butcher says sitting down his confident charade not once wavering.

“Who?”

“A right cunt, named Homelander.”

“I’ve seen pictures, who is he?”

“He’s the want to be new you.” I chime in.

“No one’s the new me.” Ben says calmly. “But why him?”

“Let’s just say, you’re not the only one that wants payback.” Butcher says sounding ominous.

“Hmm…All right. You help us find the rest of my team, and we’ll help you with this Homelander.” Ben agrees snorting another line.

We finish eating our food and I get up to turn the TV on before sitting back on the bed snuggling next to Ben, who acts disinterested due to Hughie and Butcher’s presence but still wraps his arm around me. After the show ends ‘Red Thunder’ begins playing and I can’t help but laugh at the bad acting and terrible script. Butcher leaves to be have a productive day, tracking down the twins

“These fucking twins. You know they couldn’t hit their fucking marks.” Ben complains swigging his whiskey. “Fucking unprofessionals is what they are.”

It’s a bit awkward with Hughie sat on the sofa in the corner monitoring Ben’s radiation levels and looking like a scared kid whenever Ben gets annoyed. I snuggle up to him more placing an arm over his stomach.

“It’s alright, they’ll be dead soon.” I say kissing his jaw and his beard scratches against my lips.

“Yeah.” He smiles back at me kissing my forehead.

“Hey, uh, yeah Butcher’s gonna find them. Why don’t you, uh, why don’t you get some sleep?”

“No. I’ve slept enough.” My husband dismisses as an ad for Starlight diapers plays with a man with a baby carrier on. “Do men really walk around like that?”

“Yeah. I mean dads do.” Hughie answers.

“Okay, well Bill Cosby is America’s dad, and, tell you one thing he wouldn’t be caught dead in that pussy gear. The Cos…that’s a real man, holy shit did he make some strong drinks.” Ben chuckles. “But, seriously, what classes as a man today? Christ on a cross.”

“He’s not a good topic of conversation nowadays.” I intervene. “Besides I think you’d look great wearing one.” I tease earning an unimpressed look whilst he pours himself another cup of whiskey.

“I read that we were ass up in Afghanistan. The fuck is up with that? They were the good guys. I mean, when I left, it was uh…”

“Yeah, you know…” Hughie tries to cut in.

“I mean, goddamn it, we-we were ten and one, you know? I lead the 116th onto Omaha Beach. I was in the fucking eagle’s nest. I fought for this country!” Ben says standing up in frustration.  “I fought for this country.” He sighs under his breath. “And what did I get for it? Forgotten. Left to rot by my own team.”

“You weren’t.” I insist standing up. “I didn’t forget you I’ve spent the best part of my life looking for you. The world mourned you. But you were never forgotten…not by the people that actually cared about you.” I snap at him fighting the urge to slap his handsome face, as Hughie sits there not knowing where to look.

I kiss him instead, it’s the only act I can commit if I’m not to hit him. His hand gropes my but as he leans down with the motion deepening the kiss before we slowly separate sitting back on the bed. Hughie looks at us still bewildered before adjusting.

“You know, we always wanted some rug rats of our own.” Ben says to Hughie.

“We had one…but Vought fucking stole him from me. I still haven’t found him.” I say clenching my fists as Ben holds me.

“Now, we can start again. Have some boys raise them up to be real men.” Ben says once again reassuringly.

“Hey, um, can I ask you something?” Hughie begins. “What happened in mid-town?”

“I don’t know.”

“I mean your team wasn’t there so did someone do anything or, say something?”

“I said I don’t know.” Ben raises his voice glaring at Hughie.

“Okay. Okay, yeah.” He says cowering.

“There was some music playing.” I add.

“I blacked out. About ten minutes. When I came to, the damage was done. I didn’t mean to hurt those people. I’m not a bad guy.” He says solemnly.

“That won’t happen again, right?” Hughie questions.

“Only if they’ve got it coming.”

“Oi, oi.” Butcher says entering the room.

“You’re bleeding.”

“Not mine. Got an address. We’re going to Vermont.” Butcher declares.

A/N: I’m sorry I literally failed at posting everyday so quickly. It’s been a few days but I wanted to try and give more insight into Y/n and Ben’s history. I hope you like it please let me know what you thought (I’m sorry if some bits feel rushed I tried to avoid that but honestly I don’t know if I succeeded) Please enjoy.

The next time I looked out of the dust coated window I saw the street lights and dark night sky. Most of Butcher’s crew must’ve started making tracks to either go home or just outright go somewhere else because when I entered their main room only Butcher and Hughie where there, Hughie’s arm was finally in a proper cast too.

“You’re on V!” I hear Hughie snap as Butcher wraps up the kitchen roll he’s holding.

“Temporary V. Barely lasts twenty four hours.” Butcher responds with the usual gruffness in his tone his eyes flicking over to me acknowledging my presence.

“Where’d you even get it?” Hughie asks not noticing I’ve entered the room.

“One of those websites, boners for days.” I fight the urge to laugh at his response.

Hughie makes it a hell of a lot easier to resist when he gets worked up

“No, no, no, no, no. None of your smirky shit!”

“I only had one dose. All right? Gunpowder’s dead. We know what we need to know, end of.”

My breath was stolen. I take a moment to recover and harshly swipe a quick tear away. I’m not surprised Butcher killed him but, I didn’t know he was dead. I naively believed Butcher only beat information out of him. He idolised Ben. He was trained by Ben and me. But he apparently was far too reckless and immature when it mattered if Mallory’s right.

“Wait, wait, you-you-you…you killed…Gunpowder?” Hughie stammered even though his voice seemed calmer than it had been previously. “With powers? You had superpowers?”

“Oh, look, let’s just give it a rest, all right? It’s over. I’m fine.” Butcher says brushing past him.

“Wait, wait do the others know?” Hughie asks turning around noticing me his eyes widening like a deer in the headlights.

“I know. Not because of this but yeah I think it’s just us three.” I say giving him an awkward smile.

“And if they find out, I’ll put you both in a fucking coma.” Butcher states menacingly.

“Good luck with that.” I respond smirking up at him, folding my arms.

Butcher glares at me harder once again watching as I don’t back down before letting it go. He’s not stupid he’s been made fully aware that I’m the one that gets him his temp V. Next thing I know he’s out the room and I’m left with a dumbfounded Hughie.

“Yeah, n-no you’re right. You seem totally fine.” Hughie says practically to himself.

“You alright over there?” I ask walking over to him.

“Yeah. I mean…I just wasn’t expecting that. Butcher of all people willingly using temp V.”

“I’m pretty sure he only sees it as a means to an end. He wants to even the playing field a bit. Ya’ know having a fighting chance and all?”

“How did you only get the job of a PA, you’re wasted in that position.” Hughie says with a laugh of disbelief and I smile back up at him before making my way home.

“How I actually got a job at Vought, would’ve been a better question if I’m completely honest. Actually how did I get that job? Yes at the time Vought announced the death of the beloved female icon Amphitrite, but the merch kept selling, posters still existed I know I wore a mask but like Soldier Boy’s it only went across my eyes, I mean it was what forty years ago, surely some of Butcher’s crew should vaguely recall the hero, right let alone all of fucking Vought? I mean there’s still a memorial of Amphitrite in that fucking tower! Maybe everyone nowadays is truly that stupid or…maybe I’m over thinking this…yep definitely over thinking.” I rant pacing and frantically waving my arms around in the apartment I moved to after what happened. “Shit.” I huff glancing to my water pipe seeing that I’d once again burst it, “I really need to find somewhere else to rant.”

I place a bucket under the burst and call up my landlord.

“Hey Lionel, my water pipe burst again.”

“That was literally fixed three weeks ago tops.” Lionel argues.

“Well you need to hire a better plumber then don’t you?” I sass despite knowing the truth.

“Fine I’ll get someone to look at it tomorrow.” I hear him huff before he hangs up.

I take a shower and get ready for bed not forgetting to kiss my finger and press it to one of the only photo’s I have left of Ben and I together, on my bedside table. I take my sleeping pills and fall asleep.

 “Make me a cup of coffee would ya.” I glance up seeing a fluffy mop of brown hair and forest green eyes looking at me as if I was a pathetic disgrace.

“Excuse me?” I answer my forehead frowning.

“Are you deaf as well as stupid?” He mocked his dazzling teeth bite a sneer at me.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I snap marching up to him prodding his chest with my finger.

“Look sweetheart I’m Soldier Boy leader of the newly formed team Payback, and you you’re someone that’s come in here during our training time, so unless you’re gonna start helping out the rest of the refreshment crew I’d say get out.”

“Oh you’re one of those pricks are you?” I say not hiding my smirk. “I bet you believe women should stay home, do housework dote on their husband and produce babies then when we’re no longer useful die.”

“Obviously, it’s a woman’s duty to-” I punch his stomach sending him back into the wall behind him.

His face morphs to shock before quickly shifting to rage as he storms back towards me.

“I’m sorry it seems like you’ve forgotten there’s female supes, which is quite shocking considering there’s two of them on your team and you’re allegedly dating one.”

“Who do you think you are?” He says back to me.

“Amphitrite, solo supe, because I don’t need a team to cower behind.” I sass once again before Stan Edgar enters the room.

“Payback. This is Amphitrite.” He announces observing the cracked wall, stunned faces and the death glare match Soldier Boy and I are having. “I believe you’ve met.”

“What is this bullshit?” Soldier Boy snaps approaching Edgar.

“Calm down Soldier Boy, remember who signs your cheques.” Stan says in his usual calm but stern voice. “Amphitrite will not be joining your team, she’s the new face of feminism. Think of her as the new Rosie the Riveter.”

“What’s your power then?” Crimson Countess says positioning herself next to Soldier Boy, “What makes you so great?”

“Well unlike you guys, I’ve actually been helping people. Not strutting around posing like an uppity peacock. My power, well…want to spar?” I ask confidently fully aware of her little explosive fireballs.

“Fine.” Edgar and Soldier boy stand with the rest of Payback as Crimson Countess gets in her paparazzi pose prepping her hands to make a triangle. “Bring it.”

I wait until she launches her fireball at me before flicking my hand instantly putting it out with a small wall of water as my eyes briefly flashing a stormy blue. Crimson Countess scowls at me firing multiple at me before I create another slightly larger wall of water.

“So you’re good at defensive manoeuvres, why don’t you go on the attack?”

“Because your defence abilities aren’t strong enough.” I answer shrugging my shoulder dismissively.

“Try me.”

I lower my right hand to my side slowly twisting my fingers and wrist in a circular motion. My eyes glowing once again as a constantly swirling whirlpool like human size ball swirls beside me. I watch as her face turns whiter than a sheet.

“You sure you still want to do this?” I ask, I can feel the fear oozing out of her.

“I-I-I um…” I watch her send a glance to her team leader/ boyfriend.

I can’t resist the urge to sneak a peek too his reaction was hilarious, the disgust and complete disgrace he had directed to her actually made me laugh. However I can clearly see he won’t willingly let her back down so, I decide to be nice, well sort of.

“You know what, you’re not worth it.” I say dispersing my water.

Stan Edgar sends me a look of approval filling me with a sense of pride. I never got a look like that from one of my own parents. It felt nice? I don’t know if I’d use that word exactly but, it was definitely a reassurance. Crimson Countess wanders off the wrestling mat completely embarrassed but partially grateful I called it off.

“Pathetic.” I hear Soldier Boy grumble.

“Wow. That’s excellent motivation for your team.” I can’t help but chime.

“The way I run my team has nothing to do with you.” He snarls towering over me.

“Fine. Great way to speak about your girlfriend.” I retort.

“That also has nothing to do with you.” His hypnotic forest green eyes remain locked on mine.

“I’m just speaking out for another lass. Unfortunately she’s too afraid to do it for herself, but she’s not alone the rest of your team are too.” Soldier Boy glances up at his team and sees the fear on their faces.

“Good. That’ll keep them all in line.”

“Fine if that’s how you see it, who am I to say otherwise.”

“Payback, your publicity shoot is coming up.” Edgar says emptying the gym.

“Run along. Don’t want to miss your chance to be centre of attention.” I tease my e/c eyes remaining locked on Soldier Boy’s as he sees no fear in me.

“How’s your hand to hand combat?” He asks out of the blue.

“S’alright. Not great why?” I ask suspiciously.

“I could train you up, no powers though.” There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Fine. It’s a good thing that all supes get super strength, shame you got a bit more though.”

“See you around, Amphitrite.” He says strolling out of the gymnasium confidently.

There’s a montage of training and sparring with Soldier boy everyday for at least four hours for a total of six weeks. I remember him gradually becoming less and less annoying throughout our sessions, don’t get me wrong he didn’t remotely change anything about himself it just became more amusing than annoying to be around him. From the glint in his eyes and sneers turning into grins I could tell the feeling was mutual. I guess you could say we became friends, we exchanged our actual names, didn’t constantly wear our suits around each other and we willingly spent time together outside of Vought.

“You seem distracted.” Ben says throwing a punch as I duck swiping his leg out from beneath him.

“Me what about you, you didn’t jump.” I say backing up.

“Yeah well it’s honestly like you’re not even in the room.” He replies jumping back up to his feet delivering a round house kick to my stomach.

“Fair enough.” I wheeze slightly gripping my stomach with one arm, blocking his next kick with my other wrist, grabbing his ankle with both hands and pushing him back knocking his balance off, pushing him to the floor pinning him to the mat.

“Tell me what’s wrong Y/n.” He asks genuinely concerned not fighting back.

“We’re friends right?” I ask staying in my straddled position on top of him.

“I’d say so. Why?”

“Well why didn’t you tell me you and Crimson Countess broke up? Noir told me.” I ask feeling like a hurt child.

“It’s not important, we’re still being posed as a couple to the public but…”

“But what? Why don’t you think that’s important?”

“The reason we broke up was you. I haven’t loved her for a long time and the things she was saying about you…blaming you because I didn’t want to be around her.” I felt my heart speed up and begin thudding harder, before Ben flips us so I’m pinned beneath him. “I couldn’t pretend anymore. Somehow… somehow you’ve wormed your way into my heart.”

The sincerity in his tone and the look behind his sparkling eyes was enough for me to see how much he meant it. I could feel teas well up in my eyes, I don’t know what they were for, what they meant I just…I don’t know anymore. My heart hurt like physically hurts with anticipation of what will happen next.

“I think I love you Sweetheart.” Seeing Ben this vulnerable isn’t something I know how to handle, him seeing me this vulnerable too, I feel so weak. “Please say something.”

“I-I don’t know what to say.” I feel a tear trickle down the side of my face as he smiles sweetly at me gently caressing it away with his rough thumb.

He leans his face closer towards me and my eyes flutter closed as I feel his perfectly chapped lips kiss me the scruff of his beard scratching against my face soothingly.

 I wake myself up feeling tears rushing down my face, I reach for the photo frame clutching it to my chest. My dream depicting how we met, I still find it hard to believe that it only took us about six or seven weeks to get to that point considering our initial reaction to one another. A small laugh escapes me boarding on the line of being a hysterical one as it once again reminds me just how much I truly miss him.