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Break Me Down - Part 9
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Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader
Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.
Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…
💚 Break Me Down Masterlist
Word Count: 6,800 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, peril, blood, and angst. 
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Part 9: Breach
Loco’s eyes widened as he watched the surveillance feed. 
“Coño carajo,” he cursed in Spanish. “Hey, boss.” 
Frank was just about to step out of their “office” (a dusty back room behind the library). He stopped at his subordinate’s voice and turned back, frowning when he caught sight of the large triple screens. 
A helicopter had just landed on the roof of the mansion. It had a red banner painted with “Fiesta Tours” on the side. The door slid open, and out tumbled a skinny kid who fell onto his knees and threw up on the ground. 
His blonde girlfriend came out and patiently rubbed his back. Though she rolled her eyes at something the pilot said. 
It was Billy Butcher, which meant the other three assholes jumping out of the helicopter were the rest of his team that had eluded Antonio’s men in Medellin.  
“Damn it,” Frank muttered. “How’d they get through our airspace without tripping any alarms?”
“They stole a fucking tourist trap, bro,” said Loco.
By the time he glanced up, Frank had already moved back to his desk to unlock a large safe with both a code and a fingerprint. Out of the safe came a briefcase. Loco stood from his chair and grabbed his gun.
Frank popped open the case and grabbed one of several vials. He gave one to Loco and pocketed two more before he locked the briefcase again.
“Keep them busy,” Frank said. He pressed a finger to the communicator in his ear. “Saul, we have company. Meet me upstairs, then prepare the getaway as a contingency.”
“Got it,” Saul responded. He was currently on patrol on the east side. Frank knew it would take him roughly two and a half minutes to get back.  
“Y el Capitán?” Loco asked. And the Captain?
Meaning Soldier Boy. Instead of answering him, Frank pulled out his cell on his way out of the room. Loco was on his heels. 
“What?” said Ben. As usual, he sounded annoyed at being bothered. 
“Sir, we have a breach,” Frank said. “It’s Butcher.” 
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Fuck. Ben grimaced, though he didn’t voice his displeasure. His hand tightened on the cell phone at his ear.
“Where is she?” he asked. He heard Frank give a command to check the feed. It was Loco’s voice that gave the reply.  
“In the garden,” Frank answered. 
Typical, Ben thought. The garden was your favorite place. You hadn’t told him that, but he’d caught you there often enough.
“All right, get her to the helicopter,” Ben said. “Take her to the next house. I’ll deal with Butcher and his cocksucking crew.” 
Frank resisted the urge to raise a brow, even if his boss couldn’t see it. Extracting you from the house was not the original plan. But he agreed and parted ways from Loco with a nod. 
When Saul caught up with Frank in the hall on the top of the stairs, second floor, Frank handed him a vial of V24. Both men shot up together, each taking sharp breaths at the intensity of unnatural green-hued chemicals running through their veins. 
Frank recovered first, rolling his shoulders as new awareness made his senses sharp, his blood already pounding with adrenaline. 
“The most expensive damn high I’ve ever had,” Saul remarked, smirking. 
Frank didn’t take the same pleasure in it, but he conceded that with a nod. Being able to see through walls was an advantage, at least. It just took a moment for his vision to even out and normalize.
“Get it done,” was all he said.
While Saul continued on to the roof with super speed, Frank made his way down the stairs, and through the French doors to the backyard. He found you there, sitting on the grass with a book in the garden. 
Good, he thought in approval of your jeans and V-neck top. You would be easier to transport this way. 
He called your name, and you greeted him with a smile, until you noticed his sternness.
“What’s wrong?” you asked. 
Frank pulled you up by your arm, firm but not painful. 
“We have to go,” he said. Despite your protests, he led you back inside, then up the narrow staircase that you realized would have to lead to the roof. There was nowhere else to go on the roof but up, and away. Frank was taking you away from the house. Why?
“It’s my team, isn’t it,” you said.
You stared up at Frank’s profile. His mustache often obscured his expression, but you caught the way his brows tightened, as did his hold on your arm. It felt tighter, stronger than usual, and not just because he hadn’t manhandled you in a long time. 
It raised your suspicions, but your heart was also thumping faster as you realized that your friends were here somewhere.
“Where’s Ben,” you demanded to know. A tendril of worry laced up your spine. “Where the hell are we going?”
“To a secure location,” Frank replied. But he didn’t give you more than that. You dug your heels in on the stairs and tried to work your arm out of his grip, but he was unrelenting. 
“Let me go!” you snapped. “I have to talk to them.”
“Boss’s orders,” Frank said, his jaw tightening. You could tell he didn’t want to hurt you, but he would drag your ass up the rest of these steps.
You were reduced to pleading. “Frank, please! He’s in danger.”
His eyes sharpened at that. 
“You may not believe it, but they can take him down,” you said. Desperation shone in your eyes, and you fought the conflicted nature of your emotions in what you were about to say.  
“If I’m there, maybe I can talk down both sides,” you argued. “I know you’re just following orders, but if you care about your next paycheck, you’ll fucking listen to me.”
Frank seemed to consider your words for all of three seconds. 
Then he continued to haul you up all the way to the roof. You were struggling and shouting, but you were made to go all the same. 
When the door opened to the roof, however, Frank caught a slender fist in his face, knocking him right out. You gasped as the man careened back and nearly bowled you over, but that same hand caught him by the collar and kept him from crushing you. 
You looked up and brightened with an incredulous smile.
“Kimiko!” 
The smaller woman gave you a smile and a small wave with her free hand. But before she could finish Frank off, you raised your hands against her raised fist.
“Wait! Don’t kill him,” you asked. “Just leave him here.”
Kimiko looked confused for a second, but she did as you asked and helped you let him down gently to the ground. You noticed the blood hastily wiped from her hand and face—onto her black leather jacket.  
“Where is everyone?” you asked. 
Kimiko signaled ahead, but you opened the door to the roof real quick, just to see the littered bodies of dead men on the ground. You blanched at the sight. 
You turned away from the scene and followed Kimiko, who lowered her head as she continued down the stairs. 
Despite yourself, you hoped Loco and Saul had gotten away, at least. They were your captors, but they’d never treated you badly. You’d even cooked for them, hung out with them, listened to them bicker and bitch, and watched them cheat one another at cards. They were criminals, but they weren’t monsters. 
And not wanting to see them die only scratched the surface of your conflict when you thought about Ben. 
As you and Kimiko jogged through the mansion, heading toward the sounds of fighting and yelling and destruction downstairs, your guilt began to grow. 
You knew very well what Ben had done. But the truth was, you no longer had the heart to condemn him.
To play jury and judge and executioner—interning him into an ice box until he could be neutralized, or until the end of his unnaturally long life.
To continue making him pay beyond his forty years of imprisonment. 
You’d seen the worst of him: his salaciousness, his temper, his trauma, his destructive coping mechanisms, and painfully outdated ideals. 
Yet, Ben was more than all of that. He’d allowed you to see more. 
But the moment you said any of that, you knew how he would react. Just as you knew how M.M. would look at you. And it made your chest ache and your mind spin faster than it already was. 
What the fuck am I going to do?
You got your opportunity to answer that question when a star bolt shot right in front of you and Kimiko—through the open door of a large room. 
It was big enough to be a ballroom for parties, but right now it was a battlefield between your friends, a support team of CIA officers, Loco and his team of men, and of course, Ben at the center. He was in his full Soldier Boy gear, complete with the stupid-ass helmet. 
While Hughie had clearly been made to hang out at the fringe of it all. He stood there, looking worried with a gun in his hand that he didn’t look all that comfortable with.
He noticed you and Kimiko first and called your name. You smiled and accepted the joyful hug he gave you (after he carefully tucked his gun in his pants). 
“You’re actually okay! I can’t fucking believe it,” he said. But then he quickly amended, “I mean, we all hoped you were still alive, I just mean—”
You just laughed and teasingly slapped his cheeks between your hands to stop his fumbling. “Thanks for coming to find me.”
Ben ears must’ve been perked up, because he sharply glanced over. You getting free wasn’t part of his plan, you knew, and he did not look pleased. Your amusement fading, you let go of Hughie and met Ben’s gaze across the room.
You were worried. About him. About everyone. 
“We don’t have to do this,” you told Hughie. Kimiko had already joined the fray to stop a gunman from clipping Frenchie from behind. 
Your earnest gaze met Hughie’s confused one. “He’s not what you think he is…well, not exactly, anyway.”
“What do you mean?” he asked. “He fucking kidnapped you!”
“Technically, he didn’t. It was one of his overzealous groupies,” you replied, your expression firming at the thought of Antonio. “That guy’s dead. But there are more reasons. I’ve gotta stop this somehow—”
“That’s…not a good idea,” Hughie was saying, and even tried to stop you when you took the gun from his pants. But you ignored his protests and headed right into the jungle of bullets and star bolts, and the crunch of bone and blood. 
You didn’t shoot to kill, evading and defending yourself more than fighting back. Annie noticed you with a happy smile, as did Frenchie and M.M. Butcher was busy shooting at Ben with a fucking launcher. 
But Ben avoided the massive projectile with a simple knock of his shield. It sailed through the back windows, eventually exploding into the sky. 
For a moment, there was enough of a lull in the room that you took the opportunity to open your mouth, prepared to call out to both men.
However, something else broke through the windows—from the opposite side. 
It was a dart that landed between Ben’s feet, black and flashing a small red light. He rose a brow. But before he could just kick the thing away, it detonated.
The explosion was bigger than even Ben anticipated. It blew up a huge crater in the ground, knocking him and everyone else surrounding several feet away. 
Even you were tossed back. Your gun clattered away from you as you landed painfully on the ground, most likely onto a dead body. You blinked the haziness out of your vision as you struggled to recover, to pull yourself up. 
“What the fuck?” you heard Ben utter. 
When you turned your head, you couldn’t help echoing his statement. 
Black Noir was standing just before the large crater, the one he’d apparently created.
He’s dead, you thought dizzily. Or at least, he was supposed to be. Homelander killed him six months ago. 
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Seriously, what the fuck. Ben was bewildered, to say the least. He’d been told that his unfortunate spawn had offed Noir, but yet here he was, the little shit. 
“Fucking Noir,” Ben said with a laugh, after he’d stood and made a show of rolling his neck. “What frosted hole did you crawl out of?”
The supe didn’t respond. Didn’t even move a muscle from where he stood in the center of the room. And the rest had gone quiet by now, waiting and watching as two predators approached one another.
“I heard you became a fucking mute,” said Ben. He smirked at the crater in his floor. “You’ve figured out how to make an entrance, I’ll give you that. But we both know you’re not up to this. You could never even shine my fucking shoes.”
Ben tossed the first punch. He expected the way Noir deflected, but not the force behind his blow, which pounded below Ben’s ribs and forced a grunt out of him. He actually felt it.
Along with subsequent punches Noir got in before Ben finally remembered to raise his shield and get back on the offensive. But now he was annoyed. Noir was never this strong, not even on his best day. What kind of bullshit does Vought got him hopped up on? More V?
And then, a solid punch to his face had Ben stumbling back. He caught his smarting jaw with no small amount of irritation, and he wiped at his nose. 
It came away bloody. Ben stared at it in disbelief, and then, in anger. Back from the dead or not, he was going to put Noir back in the fucking ground today. 
His blood burned hot. So much that he realized, belatedly, that his chest was starting to get that nuclear glow. 
Good, he thought. He’d blow a third hole through this cocksucker, and whoever else got in his way. 
“Ben!” 
Your voice cut through the whirring in his ears as he grappled with Black Noir, just loud enough for Ben to notice you. You weren’t far from your friends, but he realized then how close to danger you were. 
He was impossibly hot now, and still fighting hand-to-hand with Noir. His jaw locked as he tried to focus on the fight and figure out what to do. It was getting harder and harder to focus—on Noir, on the power growing inside him, on your worried face. 
Shit, wait—
And he lost control. 
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It was all of seconds. 
Annie was just ahead of you, closer to the blast zone. So in those last precious moments, you made a decision: you pushed Annie out of the way.
Then your feet were once again swept from under you, and you flew back even harder than the first time. You blacked out before you had the chance to feel any pain.
That came later, the next time you opened your eyes.
When your vision was able to clear of the mess of colors and shapes, sharpening into focus, you saw Frank as he pulled you out of the rubble. But it was at your expense, as a sharp flare of pain erupted in your side. 
You didn’t recognize the sound of your own voice, a strangled groan. In the distance, maybe you heard Annie’s voice. Or even M.M.’s, you couldn’t be sure. You flashed in and out of consciousness after that. 
The next scene you truly remembered was being laid down on the floor of a helicopter. A backpack was tucked under your head. The engine was loud, rearing to go. Frank was shouting to someone, whoever the pilot was (you hoped it wasn’t Loco). 
“She needs more than a medic,” you heard Frank say. For a man who was usually so stoic, you thought you heard grave worry in his voice. 
You managed to look down, and you frowned at the long piece of wood protruding from your side. It wept blood beneath your ribs.
Your light green shirt was slowly getting stained, but your mind was so fuzzy, it was hard for you to understand what was happening.
“Let’s go!” Loco shouted. 
Oh, no, you thought. He was going to fly this thing.
“We can’t take off yet,” said Saul. “Where’s—”
A soot-stained hand grabbed onto the frame of the helicopter’s open door. You recognized that hand, followed shortly by the rest of Ben. His helmet was off, shield tucked onto his back. He looked pissed.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he snapped. His frown deepened the moment he saw you, which you didn’t quite understand.
“Ben,” you said, even though it was an effort to do so.
Every breath was like a hot knife cutting deeper into your side. Your eyes closed at the pain, and at tears that burned down your cheeks. It also cut through the brain fog enough for you to realize this was bad.
It was very bad. 
A splintered chair leg had impaled your body. 
“Get a vial,” you heard him say. 
What? You struggled to open your eyes again. Ben was there, looking down on you with a different kind of frown, and something deeper in his green eyes. His sweaty hair fell over his brows, and you had a sudden itch to brush the strands aside. 
You were pacified a little when his half-gloved hand came to rest on your head, over your hair. His thumb traced over your brow. 
“Hurry the fuck up, Frank,” he said, briefly glaring over your head. Frank soon appeared at your side. He held a green vial in his hands, tinged with blue. Your eyes widened. 
“What…”
“That needs to come out first.” Frank nodded at something you couldn’t see. You didn’t have the strength to look down anymore. You knew this was it, though.
You were going to die.
Ben’s hand braced your shoulder. His eyes met yours. 
You didn’t understand the thoughts crossing through them, or his hesitation. But you did feel it when he grabbed the large wood splinter and slowly pulled it from your body. Your scream sounded almost inhuman to your own ears. 
At least the pain was enough to knock you out once again.
Ben had no such reprieve as he looked down at the gaping hole in your side. Scarlet blood ran and pooled by his knees, even slipped through his fingers and around his hand when he tried to clamp down on the wound. 
“Fucking do it already,” he said through gritted teeth. 
With a short nod, Frank injected V24 into your arm. 
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You healed in minutes. 
Breath drew into your lungs—a reflex as chemicals flooded through your blood and knit your organs, muscle, and skin tissue closed, even regenerating the blood you had lost. And it felt like a switch had turned on in your brain, set to “high voltage.”
You sat up as a ragged sound erupted from your throat. A hand closed on your shoulder, and you instinctively fought it off. 
“Hey. Easy,” said Ben.
Your breathing was shallow as you met his eyes, focused on his face. You noticed Frank on your other side, poised to support you if you needed it. You looked down and noticed your blood-soaked shirt, the blood on the floor of the aircraft, and the empty syringe in Frank’s hand. 
“You shot me up,” you realized. Your voice shook, but anger drew your brows together before you whipped your head back to Ben. “You shot me up with V24!”
He stared back at you, his expression tightening. “I saved you.”
“And you kidnapped me. Again!” you shouted. 
“You were hurt, and I saved your fucking life! Again,” Ben countered, gesturing at you with his blood-stained hand. But you glared at him.
“You are the reason I needed saving,” you snapped. 
At that, Ben glared right back at you…but he stayed quiet. 
Good. You huffed and turned away from him. You folded your knees up to your chest and rested your forehead against your knees. 
You had nothing else to say to him. 
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You ignored Frank’s helping hand when the helicopter finally landed at the next house—this time on the gravel driveway.
This place was at the top of a hill on the outskirts of a thick jungle. Once you were led inside, you could tell this house was smaller, though just as lavish as the last one.
Ben seemed too exasperated with you to follow you, instead going his own way to find his room upstairs. Frank led you to a guest room downstairs, where he informed you that he’d find you some new clothes. You were dismissive with him, and he left you alone soon after.  
Part of you felt bad for giving him a hard time. You knew he had saved you after the explosion. He’d likely gone out of his way to find you and pull you out of the rubble, but you couldn’t help it.
You were still salty about his part in your re-capture. Not to mention the fact that he’d given you temporary Compound V against your will. 
And speaking of which…
You sat on your new bed and looked down at your arms and hands, clenching and unclenching your fists. What mystery power had V24 given you?
As basic as it was, you felt…strong. Like you could run a marathon without stopping. Like you could punch straight through that wall, and not even feel it. You felt more than just confidence coursing through your veins, like no one and nothing could stand in your way.
Was this how Ben felt all the time? If so, you could almost understand why he could be such an asshole. 
But you also thought of how he’d been with you for the past couple of weeks; how much he’d shared with you about his parents, about his life before becoming Soldier Boy. And yes, how he’d saved you more than once. 
It just didn’t change the fact that he took you—away from your friends, and your chance at freedom. 
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True to his word, Frank delivered a bag of clothes to your door about two hours after he’d left you in your new room.
You opened the door just enough to snatch the bag out of his hand, before closing the door in his face. You heard his tired huff on the other side, but soon enough, he walked away from your door. 
So you took your time in the shower, scrubbing grime and blood out of your hair, off your skin and from under your nails. Then you dressed in a shirt and some yoga pants from the bag Frank gave you.
And you tried not to miss the house in the mountains while you wandered this one. You opened every door you came across, finding more guest rooms, a laundry room, the kitchen.
But you stopped once you reached the gym, complete with an elliptical, a couple of treadmills, hand weights, a sparring mat, and a large punching bag.  
Venturing inside, you found some sports tape to wrap up your hands. Then you wandered over to the punching bag. With a resigned sigh, you aligned your hips correctly, bending your knees with your fists raised up to your chest. And then, steeling yourself, you tested out your strength with a single punch. 
It sent the punching bag flying on its chain and hitting the wall. A loud thump echoed through the room, even making you flinch. 
Yep. Definitely got super strength, you thought with a frown. Basic, but useful, you supposed. 
“Whoa,” Ben said with a chuckle. You turned your head and found the man leaning casually in the doorway. He was out of his uniform, freshly washed, and wearing a plain black shirt and dark wash jeans. It was a more modern look for him. You couldn’t help eyeing him from head to toe.
His sharpening grin told you that he noticed.
“At least you got something good,” he remarked. 
“Leave me alone,” you groused. You threw another punch. This one tossed the bag hard and created a massive indent and several hairline cracks in the wall. 
Feeling a suspect prickle across the back of your neck, you twisted and aimed your next punch behind you. Ben caught your fist with an amused grin. You found it damn infuriating. 
So you tossed out a left hook. He evaded it with a tilt of his head, but when he pushed you back, you actually felt his strength behind it. It only forced you a couple of steps back though. 
Ben baited you with a beckoning hand and a cocky smirk. “Take your best shot, sweetheart.” 
You narrowed your eyes. If nothing else, you were going to wipe that smirk off his bearded face. 
He let you come at him first, blocking your first and second blow before throwing a punch of his own. You grabbed his wrist and put all your strength in cracking your elbow into his face, making his head snap back with a grunt. 
Ben’s hand went to his nose, and actually came away bloody. He hummed, and his gaze flicked up at you. It was your turn to smirk. You got back into your ready stance and tilted your head at him in challenge. 
Ben chuckled and rolled his neck. “All right, baby doll. I’ll give you that one.”
“You don’t have to give me anything,” you retorted.
You ducked his attempt to grab you and drove a knee into his gut. Then you stepped between his feet, breaking his stance and his balance by flipping him over your shoulder. You just didn’t expect him to drag you down with him.   
The two of you tussled across the ground, rolling off the sparring mat and onto the hard wood floor. Ben managed to pin you down for a moment, but apparently, you’d been endowed with superior flexibility as well. You grabbed his neck and kneed him in the ribs with all the force you could muster. 
Ben uttered an annoyed grunt. He flinched and unwittingly allowed you the opening you needed to wrap your thighs around his hips and flip you both over—until you were the one pinning him down. 
You knew he wasn’t trying his hardest, however. He was trying to subdue you, not fight you for real, or he would’ve thrown you off by now. He was going easy on you, and it made you irrationally angry.
So you slapped him. Ben blinked and looked up at you, incredulous. 
“Oh, you better be fucking careful—” 
You cut him off with another slap. “Fight me!” 
Ben grabbed your wrist before you could slap him again. His green eyes glittered dangerously, but you stared down at him, unafraid.
Both of you were breathing hard. You were straddling his waist, your free hand braced on the floor by his head. A line of sweat rolled down from your cheek to your neck. His eyes followed the path of it down your shirt.
By the time his hot gaze snapped up to yours, you knew you were in trouble. And there would be no escape. 
Ben hooked a hand on the back of your neck and crashed your lips against his. You slapped a hand against the floor, but you didn’t pull away. You did demand from him in turn, forcing your tongue into his mouth and grabbing at his hair. 
Ben wrenched up your shirt, and you helped him raise it over your head, followed by his shirt and belt. He sat up enough to drag your yoga pants down your thighs, while you broke open the button and zipper of his jeans. 
His lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking and biting until you cried out in his ear. You gripped his hair tight when his thick fingers found their way between your folds and slipped inside you.
Your sighs turned into moans of pleasure as his fingers worked you over, gathering your wetness and rolling over your clit roughly. 
“Ah, shit,” you uttered. All you heard from him were his sharp breaths as he concentrated. 
You instinctively squeezed his hips tight between your thighs. You knew he could get you off just like this, but you were too impatient. You stopped his hand and pushed him down, and with your newfound superhuman strength, you were actually able to do it. 
His back hit the ground with a thud, and he smirked up at you, letting you tug his jeans and boxer briefs down. 
You didn’t stop until his cock was freed, and once you positioned yourself, you sunk down, burying him into your wet heat. Both of you groaned in relief, and your inner walls tightened around him on reflex.
Ben’s grip on your hips became crushing. Had you been normal, it would’ve broken your bones. “Fuck. Gonna take me for a ride, baby girl?” 
“Hell, yeah,” you said, panting for breath. “Buckle the fuck up.”
You were surprised that he was letting you stay on top, but his eyes were alight with desire. You braced your hands on his shoulders and began, rolling your hips at a slow, deep, almost torturous pace. Ben’s head snapped against the floor in frustration, his eyes closing.
“Christ. If you don’t fucking move, I’m gonna do it for you—”
You snapped your hips hard, cutting him off from his words with a guttural sound. Your own release was building. You could taste it, but you could also admit, while pleasant, this pace wasn’t going to cut it. Bracing a hand on his chest, you increased the tempo of your rolling hips. 
Ben’s hands reached up to palm your breasts over your bra, then forcibly freed them without taking it off. You gave a pleased sound when he roughly squeezed and rolled his thumbs over pert nipples. Your hands wandered down his chest, over his arms, whatever you could reach. 
Then Ben’s jaw clenched, and he sat up with you in his lap. You felt his body tensing beneath you. With little warning, he spilled hot inside you. You gasped at the feeling of him, then at his insistent fingers above your entrance, roughly rubbing at your clit. Soon enough, you came along with him.
Gasping for breath, you clung to his shoulders. Both of you were dewy with sweat. Your bra was tucked up all the way into your shoulders, and neither of you had been able to completely slip out of your pants. His hair was wild, as was yours, you were sure. 
Ben’s hands pressed against your lower back, and his cock was still bottomed out inside you. But all you could do was hold onto him.
“See?” Ben said. His voice was deep and full of grit in your ear. “Isn’t it better this way?” 
Your brows furrowed, and you pulled away enough to see his face. 
“You…you prefer me as a supe, don’t you?” you said. Ben’s mouth closed, but he rose a brow as if to say, why not?
You finally noticed the deep cracks in the wall, the small craters in the floor under your knees, and by Ben’s head. There was still a bit of blood congealed around his nose from when you’d hit him.
“This isn’t me,” you said, though you hated how your voice shook. Emotion burned in your eyes, threatening to create tears.
You let go of his shoulders and slid off of him, pulling on your yoga pants and tugging down your bra. Ben watched you from his seat on the floor, with a tensing of his jaw and knitted brows. 
“I don’t know if you just like playing with me, or if you actually care about me,” you said, scooping up your shirt. Your eyes met his with an angry glare. 
“But if you ever give me Compound V against my will again, I’ll never forgive you.”
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Butcher stared into his fifth of whiskey, already anticipating his second. If nothing else, Soldier Boy kept a well-stocked liquor cabinet. 
While the CIA combed through the half-ruined mansion, Butcher sat in the kitchen while Hughie and Annie’s arguing grated on his ears.
“She fucking took my gun, had this crazy look in her eye, like she was gonna talk Soldier Boy down. By herself,” said Hughie. “But her exact words were, he’s not what you think he is.”
“She saved me,” Annie said. “She wouldn’t just go with him.”
“She went willingly,” said Butcher. “Ain’t no other reason why she’s alive.”
“Nah, man,” M.M. said. He shook his head, then rested it on a thoughtful fist. “I saw it. One of his guys pulled her out after the blast. He took her.”
“But for what? Why would they want to keep her?” Annie said incredulously. 
“You think, maybe…Soldier Boy likes her?” Hughie asked.     
Butcher considered that with a dark chuckle, then a long sip of his whiskey. 
“We can work with that,” he said. “O’ course, now we got Black-fucking-Noir to deal with as well. Question is: was he after us, or Soldier Boy?”
Trust M.M. to address the elephant in the room. 
“And how the hell is that motherfucker alive?” he added.
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Ben was contemplating that very same question. He sat at an old mahogany table in a stuffy old room, while his men argued in front of him. 
“He had regenerative abilities,” Saul reasoned. “Vought probably got him to a hospital after Homelander left him for dead.”
“No way, man. I heard his fucking intestines were hanging out of his stomach like a goddamn fish,” said Loco. 
“Maybe it wasn’t him,” Frank suggested. 
“No,” Ben said. He had his chin propped on his fist. “It wasn’t him. Not the real Noir.”
He didn’t know how he knew, but it was a gut feeling. Whoever that had been behind that black mask, he was strong. As strong as Homelander had been, which made Ben’s gears turn on the possibilities… 
“Saul.” Ben looked up at his subordinate. “Assemble a team. You’re going back to the States for some reconnaissance. I want to know exactly what the fuck Vought did, and what else they’ve got in their fucking arsenal. If Stan Edgar’s after me, then he’s gonna get it up the ass.”
He should’ve never let that little weasel get even an inch of a hold back into him. Now Stan thought he was going to double cross him? Again? 
Yeah, fucking right. The thought stirred the rage in Ben’s blood…but he forced it down to a low simmer. This time, he would be smarter about this. 
Stan had a bad habit of playing God. Ben wanted to know how he did it this time…though that same gut was telling him that he already knew.
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No matter how you tossed and turned, the chemicals of V24 still coursing through your blood wouldn’t allow you to sleep. 
After another fruitless hour, you turned onto your side. This time, you had a room with an old-fashioned alarm clock on the nightstand. It read close to two in the morning. 
You huffed and dragged yourself out of bed, but you didn’t bother changing out of your pajamas before you slipped on your sneakers and left the confines of your room. 
You still weren’t being watched, but you knew better than to try and escape either. You noted the newly installed surveillance cameras in every hallway and every room. 
You wandered a bit aimlessly, but somehow, your feet took you down to the kitchen. There you found Ben, sitting at the kitchen table with his third beer. To be fair, you were sure it was like water to him. 
He looked up at you when you came in, making you stop short. You weren’t sure where you stood with him after today. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to be in his presence.  
But when he gestured to the empty seat in front of him, you found yourself grabbing a beer from the fridge and joining him at the table. 
“Can’t sleep?” you asked. It wasn’t the first time, and Ben was just as evasive. His eyes roamed your face before they returned to his beer. 
Regardless, you suspected what his answer might’ve been if he were honest. Because that moment—calling his name, seeing that nuclear light, pushing Annie out of the way, being pulled back into the world by searing pain in your side—it was keeping you up too.
“What do you feel when your chest lights up?” you asked. Maybe it was too bold of you, but right now, you felt confident enough in your super strength to test him.
Ben’s gaze found yours dryly. 
“Hot,” he replied. 
“Well, yeah. You’re pretty much radioactive,” you quipped. “I’ll be surprised if I don’t have fucking cancer yet.” 
He frowned at you in annoyance while you sipped at your beer. 
You hummed, tapping your nails on the glass in contemplation. “Maybe Vought could help you neutralize it. Even I can admit, they have some of the best scientists in the world on their payroll.”
“I wouldn’t let Vought handle a cup of my fucking piss, let alone poking and prodding and studying my fucking blood,” Ben snapped. He wouldn’t be anyone’s fucking lab rat. Not again.
“Like an experimental drug, for example. Given to you against your will,” you wryly supplied. But your voice was edged with agitation.
Ben’s face tightened into a glare. “If you wanna say something, fucking say it.”
You could later admit, you lost your temper then. You shoved away from the table, too angry to even take your beer with you.
“You know, you still haven’t even apologized!” you said. But before you could leave, Ben’s chair scraped across the ground as he stood and grabbed your wrist. He tugged you back to face him, and he stood looming over you with a steely frown.
“You want a fucking apology for saving your miserable life?” he asked. 
“If I’m miserable, it’s only because of you,” you spat. 
Ben scoffed, though his grip on your wrist tightened. “We both know that’s a lie.” 
You just stared up at his face and spewed words you knew you didn’t mean.
“You don’t know anything about me, Ben.” 
His body was wound tight, his frown tight and almost sneering. You were furious—at his smugness, at your inability to completely hate him. But you both faltered once your eyes met his. 
When his lips once again crashed against yours, you opened your mouth to him, pulling him down to you by his shirt.
Ben dragged you flush against him, first by your hips, then by your hair. He forced your head back so he could deepen the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours. 
His fingers then pressed their claiming marks into your side, in the same spot where you were stabbed this morning. Where you had only been healed with the chemicals still coursing through your veins. 
That thought alone cut through the intoxication of his kiss, and made you remember yourself.
You pushed hard against his chest. You were still strong enough to force him back a step or two. Ben stared back at you in irritation. 
“What’s your fucking problem?” he shouted. “Would you rather I’d let you bleed out on the fucking floor?”
“I know! I know I would be dead,” you said, matching his volume.  
No matter how you felt about Compound V, there was no doubt, he’d saved your life. 
But what you’d said to him then still stood. 
“If you hadn’t tried to waste Black Noir with a power you can’t control, then I wouldn’t have been hurt in the first place. That’s the definition of collateral damage,” you said. 
Ben crossed his arms defensively. 
“You’re the one who jumped in front of the bullet like a goddamn moron,” he said. “Ain’t my fucking fault if you get yourself killed.”
And just like that, your anger faded…into dismay.
He might very well care about you, but in many ways, he was still an asshole. And you were exhausted.
“Fine, Ben.” You blinked past the well of tears burning in your eyes, but your refused to let them fall. 
After you turned away from him, you didn’t see how his face fell, with both disappointment and guilt breaking through his anger. Your next words would sear into his mind for days to come. 
“Just leave me the hell alone.”
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AN: 🤭 Please don't hate me! loll They'll get back on track soon enough...
Next Time:
“Why are you trusting me with this?” you asked. 
Ben’s lips quirked wryly, but there was little humor in it. His hand, half-covered by his glove, reached up to brush your chin. 
“I’m not,” he replied. “I expect you’ll jump at the chance to get back with Butcher and your asshole friends. But either way, I’m gonna find out if you were worth it.” 
Keep Reading: PART 10
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The moment I read breach saying “Jolteon I choose you!” I immediately thought of the yu gi oh arm thing connected to his cybernetics.
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tier list of val agents on the topic of napping
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Valorant agents age headcanons
There is the list of my headcanons for valo agents' age
Disclaimer: Realistically even 18 yo go to army but in my mind 18 yo are actual babies so in this tier the youngest are 21 yo
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21-25
Gekko as the main gen z falls into the youngest tier, followed by Neon and Jett, the choice is pretty obvious ig
This might be controversial but Iso gives just as much of gen z energy as Gekko, the only difference is him adopting Stiles Stilinsky's personality growing up, this is how we end up with the sarcastic deadpan delivery guy (yes this one is relatable to the op aka me)
Deadlock in the group might be controversial but I think it's funny af if the serious suspitious woman ends up dragged into the least serious friend group in existence (I bet she would make friends with Iso lol)
26-30
Everyone thinks Sova is a serious adult-ass man and gets surprised when they realise he's gen z, he just has a scary accent and doesn't smile and people think he's older than he is (the russian unapprouchable and quiet nature doesn't help this either)
Sage struggles from the same desease called looking serious and being a mom friend but she's actually on the younger side of agents
You might argue Phoenix is younger, but he's the texbook example of the 26 yo dude who one day woke up and decided to be a DJ /affectionate No way the dude collecting shoes would have money for all that in his early 20s (even tho it's debatable)
Yoru might be older, but for a dude who spends his free time by fighting gangs he must be under 30. I know difficult personality doesn't necessarily mean he's young but it would make sense
Raze is fun and energetic but more on the party-person side than anything-for-a-trouble side so she's in this tier. She just gives off the energy of someone who was working in customer service for years and finally quit but still has her violent urges /joking
KJ gives off younger energy, but as someone known for her incredible tech abilities and robots she must be closer to 30. You can't tell me this woman didn't work in IT with tech-bros for several years just to realise she wants to kill people /joking unless
31-35
I kinda doubted myself on making Chamber 31 (as he's a famous weapon-maker but let's pretend he got successful pretty early) but he just gives off the energy of the guy who just entered his 30s but acts the same as when he was 20 (immaturity-vise)
Breach kinda falls into same category but for a completely different reason of being in prison (probably for a long time and probably for something he did in his early 20s) so he kinda stopped maturing after this
I can kinda imagine Harbour to experience similar stuff, knowing he used to make money by stealing and selling relics and there's no way he never got caught, right? Harbour and Breach could make good friends me thinks
Skye gives off energy of a woman who was working her entire youth non-stop and them turned her gaze back and she's already in her 30s and realised she doesn't know anything either about herself or what she even wants in life. I imagine this is why she's so concerned for environment. She started to get really into being eco-friendly after going through existential crisis and realising our planet is dying (I can also imagine her using re-usable stuff, wearing tote-bags and making effort to recycle as much as she can).
Astra just gives off energy of this one cool rich aunt who has no children and always brings presents to her nephews when visiting (and to be this aunt you usually need to be 30+ even tho it's optional ahaha)
No one knows Fade's real age and people kinda assume she's younger bc of her style, but she's at the age when she doesn't care what people would think and wears whatever she wants (tho she should take care of herself better, drinking this much coffee can only go without concequences when you're 20, girlie please get proper sleep)
36-40
People like to imagine Reyna as a young woman but in my mind she's on the older side. She just gives off the energy of someone going through hell and back in her life (I know she has a younger sister but siblings can in fact have big age differences) I also may or may not like older women but this one is between me and my ao3 history
Cypher is around 40 I think, simply because he used to have wife and a child and I imagine it's been some time since they passed. Tho probably no more than 10 years, as he still thinks about reviving them (the voiceline about him asking Sage if she can revive anybody), but not to the point of actually following through, as if he mostly healed, but not moved on completely
41-46
Is for Viper and Brim because they are way too tired of others' shit to be younger
If talking seriously, there's no way Brim is not pushing 50s as a literal commander, even tho his problems with electronics might be questionable even for this age group, but I don't see him being older
As for Viper, she as well as Reyna just gives off energy of someone who has seen some shit, also her being a scientist I can imagine it takes many many years to have such recearch it also may be or may not be same situation as with Reyna but this is not a crime
kinda immortal
Tier explains itself, these are agents whose age doesn't affect their mental state/maturity like Kayo and Omen
Even tho Omen used to be one of the agents and is probably in the same age group as them, if I had to guess he might be somewhere in 36-40 tier
Also Kayo is probably not even manufactured yet in this timeline, but I can't make "-25" tier ya know
This is it, thank you for reading, let me now if you have any thoughts about it!
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flanklurker · 2 years
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This just running through my mind What do male VP agents do when F (reader) get catcalling ?? I got that today and it’s just made me frustrated.
For real anon, I’m so sorry this happened to you cause it’s awful when it does. Pls rest assured that no one in the Valorant protocol would let that kinda thing slide. Hope you’re doing okay now xx
Male VP Agents x Fem!Reader: if you get catcalled
Breach
Breach’s care for you is only matched by his explosive personality. As soon as he catches a whiff of a shout or whistle, his eyes flare, veins pop and he just about charges over
“What the hell did you just call her? You feel brave enough to say that to her face? You’re gonna say that to her?”
Of all the agents, probably one of the two most likely to straight up start a fight. He definitely grabs them by the shoulders, and most thinking people would yield and apologise at that point. Otherwise they will end up on the ground. Breach is a seasoned criminal, he doesn’t lose street fights.
Once he’s finally satisfied that the threat is gone, definitely comes back over as fast as he can and his demeanour changes instantly to concerned and gentle.
“You okay? Sorry about that, some people don’t know how to act and it’s bullshit that you have to deal with it. I got you, yeah?” Grabs you in the biggest bear hug, like he’s scared of letting you go.
Brimstone
Whoof they’re about to get disciplined.
As soon as he hears something, he cranes his head over, and anyone who’s said anything will know they’re in for it as soon as they make eye contact
Brim shoots you a quick, reassuring smile and a clap on the back before walking over, calm but imposing
“You-er, say something about my lady friend there champ?”
Anyone who isn’t stupid enough to apologise to the massive figure looming over them is about to get a serious talk. He gives them a chance to let the words sink in, levelling with them about respect and generally not being a dick.
If they still don’t yield or they try to get physical, Brim puts his years of service to use by neatly sending them on their way.
Once he’s back over, he’s fussing over you, ruffling your hair and generally just placing himself between you and the world for a bit.
Chamber
Chamber is not stupid. He knows what’s a compliment and what’s grossly inappropriate.
Seeing you freeze up dislodges something within him
One rendezvous by you, one by them. The catcaller gets a voice right in their ear. “That’s no way to speak to anyone, let alone someone like her. A grave mistake.”
Before they can respond, a flicker sends Chamber right back to you, now standing between you and the caller. His back fully to the guy, he turns to look at you
He’s putting a brave face on it, but you can see the rage prickling quietly behind his eyes. “Let us go, ma belle. They are not worth your time.”
He brings you in for a chaste kiss, arm encircles your waist, and uses the rendezvous for a speedy exit.
The caller will get a shock when they get home to find a business card lodged in their jacket. On the back in an elegant font are the words “fuck off”.
Cypher
With the passive programs he’s constantly running in any public place, Cypher knows the catcaller’s IP address before he turns around.
Having lost loved ones before, Cypher is hyper-alert around you in public. His eyes fix yours, and instantly he sees that this has gotten to you as much as you’re trying to hold it back. His arms go up almost involuntarily to hold your shoulders for a second, makes sure you’re safe, then he turns around to face the asshole
“You should not be talking like that while you have left your second wife Vanessa to look after little Billie and Charlie while you went on a -shall we say- business trip my friend. I am sure Kingdom would not take to kindly to one of their regional branch managers using work time to sleep around in a different city with a younger woman.”
The catcaller is speechless. He looks like he wants to cry
Cypher continues by rattling off his three previous addresses, bank account number (including offshore redirects) and social security number. “The walls have ears my friend. You should shut up more and listen to them.”
He hurries you home after this, and practically doesn’t leave your side for the next week, peppering you with kisses and holding you close at every opportunity
KAY/0
For a moment, as bad as you’re feeling you would have thought Kay/0 had short-circuited. It almost distracts you from the initial shock of being cat-called.
Then you can almost hear his internals whirring as he processes the gravity of the situation. The visualisers start to turn red. You don’t know they did that.
“Uhh… Kay? You doing okay?”
“Negative. Hostile spotted on visual sensors. Preparing to engage.”
“He was just catcalling, I don’t know if…” you trail off. It was pretty shit, actually. This seems to snap Kay/0 out of his spiral for a second, and he takes a moment to grab you and assess your disposition.
Kay holds your shoulders. “Negative. That kind of behaviour is hugely damaging and objectively bullshit. Nothing about that is justifiable. He needs to know, and he needs to never do it again if he values his vitals. Unless you say otherwise, I’m preparing to engage.”
Happy enough for Kay/0 to do his thing at that point, you lean into a quick hug, and watch as the caller starts to bolt it as a literal giant killer robot starts marching towards him. You don’t think he’ll do it again.
Omen
Ohohoho. Ufufufufu. You’re not an easy target, you’re a highly skilled agent. Omen marvels at the fact that people feel entitled to say shit to you, just because you happen to be pretty.
Instantly, his voice is in your ear. “Did you want toooo, or should I…?”
When you don’t offer your usual dry remark, it gets his attention. ‘Shit, this really got to her.’ It almost hadn’t occurred to Omen that you’d be bothered by anyone so insignificant, but as soon as he sees your frustration he’s ready to make it hurt.
He flickers and whirls around you for a second, cupping your cheek in his hands. “A moment please, then.”
Fade may be the resident haunting expert, but Omen is the OG. Suddenly, the catcaller’s world is dark. There are voices in his ears, ranging from whispers to screams. He’s caught off balance, and can’t really do much but stumble around and apologise.
Omen offers a sharp kick to the back to send him on his way, materialising by your side.
“I don’t think he’ll be doing that again, my love. But let’s eat in and have a quiet night tonight.”
Phoenix
“Nah cause did he just say that?”
Phoenix turns to you. “You hear this guy? He said that?” Seeing your deflated expression, this man is pretty livid.
Phoenix’s first instinct is to wrap you tightly, shielding you from the catcaller and calming your racing heart a little. It makes it a whole lot easier to block out the rising stress when your very own solar core is right there.
“Want me to go over there?”
You think for a moment. “Mmhm. Please, if you can…”
Phoenix reluctantly releases you from the embrace, and strolls towards the guy.
“I’m gonna give you ten seconds to give me a good apology that I can relay back to her. Uh-uh, not an excuse. A proper apology. Go.”
The guy legs it, and Phoenix comes back over to you.
“Hey, you right? I got you, yeah? No one talks to you like that, not ever, and especially not on my watch.” He doesn’t stray far from your side after that, getting you back home and ordering in your favourite for a chill night of movies and cuddles.
Sova
Oh you just know that Sova’s keen eyes and hearing have located this guy before you can even comprehend what’s going on.
Immediately, he tenses and looks over to you. Seeing you tense up and grit your teeth only serves to reinforce the quiet rage bubbling up in his chest.
“My love.”
“Sasha”
“This man should be taught a lesson, no?”
“…I think so, yeah.”
“One moment please.” He gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and turns to walk over to the guy.
Towering over the catcaller, he very simply says; “not her. Not anyone. You never know who might be watching.”
This guy is absolutely not going to try your tall, beautiful partner. He bolts.
“Now come, my love. Let me look after you this evening.”
Yoru
So remember how Breach was voted one of two most likely to start a fight? Yeah, here’s the other one.
As soon and I mean as SOON as Yoru hears any kind of bullshit coming from that guy’s mouth, you practically have to hold him back.
“Yoru, my sweet boy, listen to me. You remember what happened last time you got in a fight yeah?”
“Hmm? Yeah they dealt with the hospital.”
“Yoru, Brim dealt with the bill.”
“… So? This guy said shit, you think I’m just gonna stand there and watch you take it? Worst comes to worst, he dies. Back soon.” He presses his lips to yours, brushes your hair out of your eyes, and then jogs over to the guy with a none-too-friendly look on his face
God forbid the guy try to square up. If he does, Yoru has him on the ground embarrassingly quickly.
Satisfied with his work, Yoru brushes himself off and flashes back to you. You can tell by his heaving shoulders that he’s still furious, and when you wrap your arms around him he draws you into a fierce hug.
The two of you let your heart rates settle back in, as Yoru slowly relaxes back into your embrace
“Ryo..? You doing okay there buddy?”
“Yeah. I just… hate that people think they can talk to you like that. I’ll make sure it never happens again.”
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Valorant sexuality nd gender hc’s
I’ve have so many thoughts abt val characters gender istg
(also maybe don’t take this too seriously)
Astra:
Straight but the biggest ally you’ll ever meet
(She/Her)
Breach:
Angry gay
Very cis
Kind of the cool gay uncle
Raze came out to him and he just sat there like??
Breach: Lesbian? I thought you were Portuguese 
Raze: ...Breach I’m Brazilian 
Brimstone:
KJ came out to him and it went smth like:
KJ: Brim i’m gay
Brimstone: Hi gay im brimstone
Straight but he’s for the gays
His pronouns are U/S/A (eagle screech plays in background)
Chamber:
Queer and homophobic in a way only Europeans can be
Cypher:
Bisexual perhaps with a side of genderqueer
Deadlock:
Women lover
A she/they
Would cry over beautiful women
Fade:
They are so nonbinary 
They/She/He Fade is so real to me
Also a women enjoyer just isn’t a fan of labels
Ace spec fr
Gekko:
Green hair nd pronouns
Bisexual
Harbor:
No one really knows???
He’s either very supportive of his bros or is somewhat fruity
Him nd Astra kinda goals ngl
Jett:
Bisexual
Women?
Kay/o:
My boy is made of 1′s nd 0′s i do not think he could care less
Killjoy:
Lesbian
Her gender is science
Neon:
Pansexual
Blue hair nd pronouns fr
My little silly
Omen:
The voices
Phoenix:
I told a friend of mine (who doesnt play val) that phoenix has two mums and she just looked at him and said “he looks like the type” ????
Bisexual but scared of women
Raze:
The biggest women lover 
gender is whats in your pants??? alright *pulls out several explosives*
Reyna:
Lesbian
Men anti 
Sage:
Trans, cottagecore lesbian
Mother???
Skye:
Aro Ace as fuck bro
Sex?? Romance?? nah mate the forest
Her nd dealock r in a queer platonic relationship 
Sova:
*Rubs my hands together evily*
Trans, gay Sova
You can pry this hc from my cold body
Viper:
Transfem
Straight but still anti men
Yoru:
Trans
Homophobic homosexual ngl
Phoenix tries to show any affection nd hes just like >:0 thats gay
Bonus:
Ruben pontes nd Oran McEneff:
Both gay
My actual OTP
I get sad when I think abt them
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Gonna share this breach fan art I did awhile ago. Monster girls with big hands = 11/10
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