A Soldier in Montana
Summary; Butcher knocks out Soldier Boy and so he finds himself in the middle of nowhere with a woman who isn’t like most women he’s met before...
Warning: Swearing, mentions of death etc.
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"Whoa, hey, easy there Soldier."
He turned to look at her. Last he remembered he was in the middle of the city. Where was he now?
"Where am I?"
"On a ranch in Montana."
"Montana?"
The woman nodded. "Montana."
"Listen doll, I don't know who you are-"
"Sophia."
"Excuse me?"
"The name's Sophia. Not doll. Not sweetheart. Not darling. Sophia. I have a name. I'd prefer it if you used it."
Soldier was confused. He didn't really know what to say. He'd usually say something but she was a lady and he didn't know where he was so if he had any chance in getting out, it was her.
"What's yours?"
"What?"
Sophia rolled her eyes. "You're name, Soldier. What's your name?"
"Ben."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Ben."
"Where am I?"
"Montana. I told you." Sophia repeated. "Now, if you just sit down, I can check you over and make sure you're not dying. I don't know about you but I'd rather not have to bury your body in the backyard."
He had no other option, so he did as she said.
"Good."
"How did I get to Montana?"
"Butcher." Sophia told him. "They were the one's that woke you up in Russia. You exploded a building in Midtown so he tracked you down and knocked you out with some gas he picked up in the lab. He didn't really know where else to take you since Vaught's looking for the one who did the damage, so, here you are.”
"I need to go back."
However, as he went to stand up, Sophia's arm went across his chest and he was pushed back onto the bed.
"No, you don't, Soldier."
"How the fuck did you just do that?"
No-one ever had the strength to push Ben down. Ever. Not even those who were on his team. He was always the strongest. Always the one who could practically move mountains compared to the rest of them. And she'd just knocked him back onto his ass.
"That's for me to know, and for you to never found out."
"What are you? Are you a Supe? Answer me.”
Suddenly a hand was at her throat, nearly choaking the life out of her. Thankfully, however, Butcher strolled in through the bedroom door.
"Whoa, at ease Soldier. She's on our team."
He looked to Butcher for a few moments before finally dropping Sophia back to her feet.
"Nice timing."
"You're welcome." Butcher said before taking something out of the brown paper bag in his arms. "Got what you wanted."
From his bag he chucked over a packet of dish towels and a bag of ice.
"Thanks."
"You mind?" She asked, turning to Ben.
Slowly, she placed the cold wrapping to his cheek. Only now did he realise he had a small bruise to his cheek. He never bruised.
"Yeah, sorry about that Lad. It took a while before you'd go to sleep." Butcher explained before looking back to Sophia. "Oh, and here. They didn't have your usual so I got you what was left."
Butcher chucked her a tub of mint ice-cream before throwing her a bag of chocolate chips, one's she wasn't expecting so naturally as she looked up, they hit her in the face.
"Ooh, sorry, Love."
"Thanks, Butcher." Sophia replied, her eyes still closed before she slowly opened them again and picked the bag of chocoalte chips from the floor. "And I thought I told you - It's Sophia."
"Oh, come off it. You love it when I call you love."
Sophia sighed and walked around the bed. "No. I hate it."
"Do you always keep a spoon in your bedside cabinate?" Butcher asked her as she found one.
"Always." Sophia told him. "For every Saturday movie night."
"You mean where you watch Connery as Bond from the 60s. Do you even like the new movies?"
"I...like them. It's just...okay, look, they're classics. Hey, last weekend me and Kimiko watched Singing in the Rain. So, it's not always Bond."
"Who are you people?"
Butcher turned to look towards Soldier Boy. "I'm what you'd call...an Agent of the people. You know, helping clean out all those corrupt cunts from Vaught tower. And, after what happened in Midtown, I'd figure you might need our help. Especially after what you did to Countess in her trailer. So, I propose this to you. I help you clean up the rest of your team who sent you to the Reds and you help me kill their Number one. Homelander."
It took a few minutes but he eventually agreed. Butcher would handle the rest of Team Payback - as much as he hated it, but he needed to recharge. But, hopefully by the time Butcher would be finished, he'd have enough power to kill Homelander and finish what Butcher started.
"So, you recooperate here and I'll be back in a couple of weeks."
However, as Butcher began to leave, Sophia realised what he just said. However, as she finally caught up to him, he was almost out of the front door.
"He - He can't stay here. He needs a trained professional. Not a...ranch owner with telekenetic powers."
"Hey, you're the only one out of us, or anyone, who has enough strength to handle him. So, it's either you or he blows up half of the country."
"What am I meant to do with him?"
"Teach him the ways of modern life." Butcher offered after a moment or two. "We both know he's gonna need it."
"Butcher, he's the 80s Homelander. Why are you working with him?"
"Because he's the only one who has enough power to perhaps kill the cunt. I owe that much to Becca."
"Becca wouldn't want you pumping your blood with green stuff."
"Green- How did you-"
"Are you kidding?" Sophia asked him. "I can practically smell the rotting flesh on you for down the road. And, you're brain's bleeding." She said, pointing to Butcher's ear. "It's slowly killing you and you might not like it, but I'd rather have you living than dead in a ditch somewhere because you just couldn't let this mission go."
Butcher didn't say anything else other than got into his car and said; "Just keep an eye on him. I'll be back in a couple of weeks."
Without another word, Billy pulled down the road leaving nothing but dust in his place.
"Guess I'll start making breakfast."
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