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There are facts about Hughie Campbell’s life that she can’t change no matter how much she’d like to.
Fact one: She’s an alpha. A female alpha which is a super rare, one in like ten thousand kind of biological fuck up because, you know, she’s not got a dick meaning that she’s not got a knot. She gets every other aspect of the biological fuck up though. Like being super aggressive and territorial, the soul-wrenching need to have a pack, the furiously panic inducing need to protect those she deems as hers.
She combats this with a shit tone of breathing exercises, mimicking her father’s well-mannered beta attitude, some scent blocker bracelets so she’s not overpowering those around her, and a hand full of suppressants whenever her Rut decides it wants to try and take control of her again.
Fact two: She’s a supe. Not that she’s used her power since the first time when she was four. She can’t even bring herself to try when her dad still scents of fear around her two decades later. That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t still feel it. The flashes of power, the swelling feeling in her throat, the world falling away from anything that didn’t bring on the explosion of emotion she was feeling at the time.
She’s strong though, she’s never going to give her dad a reason to be terrified of her again.
Fact three: She’s in love with Robin. And okay, that’s fine. Being in love with someone like Robin isn’t actually a bad thing. The beta who had decided to be the alpha in their relationship because he knew she was too scared to. The man who smiled with his whole heart when he talked about how well he was doing in his law classes even though they made him tired and teased her relentlessly about the Billy Joel poster above her bed.
She’s fine with being in love with him because anyone with eyes would be too. It’s the fact that he loved her that’s the problem because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be trying to convince her to talk to her boss about getting a promotion. He wouldn’t have stepped just off the curb, so he was slightly shorter than her to spark her alpha instincts. A-Train wouldn’t have exploded him because the fucking bastard couldn’t stop running in time.
Fact four: Hughie Campbell is pregnant. Which isn’t what she’d want to change because her little boy was a fucking miracle, since nine times out of ten female alphas’ can’t bare children (and with how rare they are to begin with means that there is basically nothing for the doctors to go off when trying to figure out how to help her carry to term). No, it’s the fact that the shock of A-Train killing her Robin and leaving her there on the street alone and still holding Robin’s arms throws her into labour. She’s only twenty-seven weeks along.
She’s not allowed to hold him when she wakes up. She has to sit there simmering in rage and devastation as her little boy struggles to breath in a fucking glass box.
She wants to scream and snarl and rip the fucking speedster limb from fucking limb, but she can’t open her mouth because the pressure in her throat is getting to the point of suffocating and she promised to never use that power again. So she sits meekly in her chair as watches until she falls asleep.
So that’s her, Hughie Campbell the mess of the universe. To be honest with the way her life was spiralling out of control she should have expected Billy Butcher, the most confrontational asshole of an omega that she’s ever met, to wander into her store and finally get her to act like the alpha she is.
“I’m sorry,” Gary says for the fourth time as he collects his things.
“It’s fine Gary.” She says as she steps behind the counter at the electronics store. She can smell the sharp spikes of guilt pouring off the older alpha and she knows it’s not just because he needed to call her into work today. She knows that he blames himself for Robin’s death just like she blames herself.
If he’d hired someone competent to work at the store while she was on maternity leave she wouldn’t have agreed to work the afternoon when she’d come in to talk to him.
If he’d just given her the raise he knew she deserved instead of trying to get her to demand it like the alpha he knew she was (he was one of three who knew her true gender with certainty and only because she’d had a bad day and forgotten to grab her scent blocking bracelets before entering the store one day) then she wouldn’t have even been in the store to be roped into working.
“It’s not okay, Hughie. I shouldn’t be calling you away from your pup at a…”
“I said it’s fine.” She snarls teeth bared like a proper alpha before she can stop herself. She fights to go through her breathing exercises before she continues. “I can’t see him for a while anyway, the doctors said that his breathing was getting worse so they’re trying some sterile steam thing to ease the strain on his chest. I can’t even get them to take in a scented blanket, let alone let me near the room. And I know they’re just trying to keep my pup alive but I can’t be so close and yet so far. I can’t”
“I get it,” Gary says solemnly. “Someone’s there though, right?”
“Dad.” She sighs even as her fingers start denting the metal keeping the glass countertop attached to the counter.
“Good, good. I want you to call me the moment you need me to come back. I don’t care what’s happening. In fact, it’s anytime past eight just close up.”
She wants to argue but she knows that would end up in an alpha-on-alpha fight and neither of them needs to be arrested right now. “I promise, now go.” He waves once, likely thinking the same thing, before he heads out.
It’s a slow day which means that she spends most of it in her head. She thinks about her Robins, because there was no way in hell she was going to name her baby boy something else. He deserves to have as much of his father in his life as he could after all. She thinks about how cagy her dad was being since the funeral. She thinks about the panic attack she was so close to having in that stupid convenient store.
Most of all she thinks about how the hell she’s ever going to make it as a single mother, an alpha mother because overprotective isn’t even going to cover how she’s going to get. God, she’s so fucked.
She’s so glad when the shop door chimes while she’s absentmindedly watching Translucent’s Jimmy Fallon interview. Her eyes move to the man as he looks around, he’s about 6”2 and scruffy looking in a way that says it’s only half planned, his hair is as dark as his eyes and he seems to know exactly what he wants. He heads straight to the nanny camera bears, picking up a fluffy white one. She keeps an eye on him as he browses for a while before getting out from behind the counter and approaching, he’s looked at a few things but the soft bear hasn’t left his hand since he picked it up.
That makes more sense when she gets closer and smells the soft rolling of content omega covering sharp pain seeping out of him. All the omegas she’s known have liked soft things too and by the looks of it, he doesn’t indulge often.
“You interested in a nanny cam? Because we’re actually running a special on that.” They weren’t but who was she to deny him the comfort she so wished to have herself? She didn’t mind covering the difference. “It’s a pretty popular bear, has cameras in its eyes.”
“Tell me, how many nannies shake their babies?” The man asks, he’s still not looking at her so he misses the furious scowl flashing across her face. The thought alone filled her with a flash of white-hot fury.
“I’m sorry?” She asks in her best ‘customer service’ voice.
“You know, a good, hard shake.” He violently shakes the bear in his hands for a second. “Like trying to get ketchup out of a bottle.” He says as he turns towards her with an infuriating smirk. A clear challenge in his eyes and if she was any more of an alpha she’d step up to answer it in kind. “One percent? Less?”
But she’s not so she looks past him while rolling the question around in her mind, looking for the answer. “I don’t really know.” She admits finally, she’s too tired for a sales pitch right now.
“Funny that.” He huffs as he drops the bear onto the shelf next to him, decidedly not where it goes but Hughie is leaving that as a job for Gary in the morning.
Somehow that conversation leads to the man, Butcher, admitting to knowing who she is, knowing what actually happened to Robin, and convincing her to close up early so that they could talk.
“Where are we?” She asks as he walks her into an alley.
Apparently, Butcher thought that a supe nightclub would be a good place to have a chat about why she currently hates the seven. Or at least that’s what she thinks he wants to do, turns out that he just wants to drive the knife in and show her A-Train laughing at Robin’s death. Like the man was nothing.
Her throat tightens in fury and she fights the need to flash her eyes. She’s going to kill him, she’s going to fucking rip that asshole limb from bloody limb.
Butcher doesn’t question her silence as he leads her away from the club and to a bar. He even waits her out as they sit, content to let her work through what she wants to say. She wants to ask the general question ‘are they all like that?’ but she knows the answer. If she wasn’t so fucking scared of what she could do, if her mother had lived that night, then she’d be just like them. So when she finally does feel her throat loosen she asks a different one.
“What else do you have to convince me?” Because now that her rage is a simmer again she’s curious about the bulky omega who worked for the FBI.
He grins at her like he was pleasantly surprised by her question before bringing out a file and sliding it across the table. “That’s the police log for the day Robin got murdered. Couple of bar fights, few cars got nicked. You know what’s not there? No bank alarms goin’ off, no one charged to central booking.” She blinks then snaps her eyes to the folder, snatching it up and skim reading the reports. “A-Train stopped a bank-robbing my arse, someone’s fuckin’ hidin’ something.” He's right. “Why couldn’t he stop? What was in that bag?”
“Where was he going? Where was he coming from?” She continues slowly as her eyes flicker over the information in front of her like code slotting into a system she could use, none of the information was linking up though and maybe that was the point. Maybe it wasn’t what was written in front of her that was the snippet of code she needed but what wasn’t.
“Bingo, work that out and we’ll have the fucker.” Butcher says with a pleased curl to his scent.
A scent that drew a pair of drunk alphas to their table, she can see the spark of anger swirling around his eyes at what was about to be a shitty interruption to their talk and Hughie… she’s not in the mood to play beta tonight. So when the first alpha opens his mouth to say something as dumb as his presence she turns in her seat and draws her lips up into a vicious snarl.
“One fucking word as I’ll rip off your arms so I can use them to beat you both to death.” The second one opens his mouth to argue but she leans forward with the complete intention of launching herself at them. “One. Word.” She waits them out for a full minute before they stumble away like humiliated puppies, then she turns away from their general direction and back to Butcher who’s watching her with an odd look in his eyes. “What do you need me for?” She asks him in the same mild manner she’d been using to talk to him all night which seems to shake him out of whatever funk he was in.
“I could have taken care of that.” He points out but he’s not annoyed.
“I know.” She says seriously. “But I don’t feel like a bar fight tonight.”
He laughs as more pleased omega scent curls around them, one of the alpha’s twitch in their direction and she lets out a snarl. He snaps back to look at the bartender and she slides her eyes back to Butcher. “You are not what I expected, Hughie. Not that I can’t say I ain't pleased. Now here’s what you do. Ring Vought, tell ‘em that you’ll take the money but only if A-Train’s there when you do it. Then they’ll take you into the seven tower, through security, to meet him. Then you’re goin’ to plant a bug.” She wants to argue because this was starting to sound a lot like super-spy shit and she kind of wanted to avoid it but Butcher was so excited and she couldn’t stop seeing Robin smeared over the sidewalk every time she closed her eyes. “And we’ll have a little listen, see what’s really goin’ on.”
She has an argument all lined up because this was all starting to sound crazy but then she sees the advertisement for A-Train’s upcoming race and all she wants to do is make him miss it. She sees it in her mind's eye, he’s walking up to start the race when Butcher and his FBI friends swarm the track and drag him off to jail.
“Okay.” She blinks as Butcher’s grin stretches to deranged levels then she blinks again. She hadn’t actually meant to say that, fuck.
She calls Vought and spins some sob story about needing closure, pouting when the lawyer hangs up on her. Butcher laughs though and hands over his card with the promise that they will agree and when they do she’s to call him so they can set up. They get another drink in ‘celebration’ before splitting.
She spends the next few days in the hospital, sitting next to the door leading to the steam room her son was in scenting blankets since the doctors promised that little Robin’s lungs were getting strong enough for it. Not strong enough to leave the room but better, the doctors promised that they were optimistic about Robin’s chances of going home in the next two months and she’s clinging to that like a lifeline.
When she’s not at the hospital she’s spending 10 minutes in her home to get changed and showered before going to work. Gary hates how reliant he is on her currently but his daughter just presented as an omega, first in the family in seven generations he’s told her, and he’s taking classes so he knows how to help her adjust. She’s heard how Heats feel like someone’s being burned alive and she’s in full support of Gary doing everything he can to keep his daughter from being in that type of pain. She remembers the feeling of her Rut the one time Robin had convinced her to let it happen, the unbearable icy chill that had constantly crawled up her spine, the clogged-up feeling of her head and the hazy vision. By the time it was over she’d felt like shit and Robin had been highly upset with himself that he'd been unable to help her.
On the day that Vought calls her to agree to her terms, she makes a friend on a park bench. Annie is a sweet little slip of an omega whose job apparently fucking sucks. Hughie thinks that she knows why due to the slight scent of lustful alpha around her face that’s drowning in disgust but she doesn’t say anything because they’ve just met. Instead, she lets Annie talk before gently reminding her that sometimes you need to fight for what you want, said in a gut-wrenching story (for her) about Robin and his fearlessness in an ice rink. Annie’s smile is almost blinding as her spirits lift and the fight bleeds back into her eyes.
She’s still sitting on that bench when Annie gets up to go back to work and when Vought calls because Gary had given her a two-hour lunch break with the threat of kicking her out if she returned sooner and if she went to the hospital she knew she wouldn’t be able to leave. Vought set up the meeting for just before lunch tomorrow and she agrees before letting them hang up.
“’ Ello?” Butcher says as soon as her call connects.
“They want me to come and sign the paperwork at eleven tomorrow. A-Train is going to be there, in fact, I’ll be signing the NDA in the Seven’s meeting room.” She tells him quickly as she pushes herself up, she’s still got fifteen minutes before she’s supposed to be allowed back into work but she needs to tell Gary that she needs tomorrow morning off.
“Fuckin’ great, Luv. I’ll meet you in front of your work at ten with the stuff.” Butcher says and she doesn’t even need to be there to know that he’d got that pleased omega scent curling around him, mostly because she can hear some dumb alpha commenting about how pleased he’d be able to make Butcher. “Every fuckin’ time.” Butcher hisses and she feels for him, sexual harassment fucking sucks. “Right, listen here cunt. The only time I’m touchin’ your cock is to rip it off so I can fuck you with it! Now piss off.”
Hughie can’t help the huff of laughter that escapes her. “Don’t get arrested because I’m not facing A-Train for nothing.” She points out as she swings around the corner and into the electronics shop. Gary looks at her and then the clock above her with a snarl. “But if you turn up tomorrow with split knuckles I won’t judge.”
“What? Not going to tell me to be a polite little omega and try to talk my way out?” He says gruffly but with a spark of amusement.
“You’re bigger than me.” She points out simply as she tilts her head slightly in submission, Gary glares but stops growling. “Also you just told that guy you were going to rip his dick off, I think talking’s off the table.”
Butcher laughs loudly at that. “To right, Luv. I’ll see you tomorrow. Alright, you cunts! Who’s first?!”
The line clicks off and she tucks her phone away. “I need tomorrow morning off.” She says quickly but assertively because this is important and if she fucks it up she’ll be dead.
Gary is sitting there with slightly wide eyes. “Did I just hear that right?”
She nods then adds after a moment because she knows he needs the reassurance. “Omega’s are wild.”
Gary blinks again. “Wait, you’re telling me that an omega just threatened to rip the dick of someone?!”
“Off an alpha who was pissing him off, yeah.” She says, watching as relief floods through his eyes.
“I want the name of the guy who trained him, Mary’s always wanted to be a street fighter. I blame those video games James got her into.”
“I’ll ask him.” She promises. “Tomorrow?”
“Yeah, you can have it off,” Gary says with a wave of his hand. “I was going to ask you to switch anyway, Mary’s got her first check-up and the wife can’t go anymore.”
“Teamwork.” She says with a small grin which makes him toss his crossword book at her.
“Go be useful and check the stock.”
So she’s sitting in an enclosed space with Butcher, who definitely got involved in a bar fight if his knuckles are any indication, trying very hard not to let her alpha instincts rear its ugly head. ‘It’s because he’s helping you’ she snaps in her mind as she has to draw her mind away from entertaining the idea of wrapping him in the softest blanket she can find before going after the alphas who dared make him feel the need to draw blood. ‘It’s because all of your other omega friends are content to never get in a bar fight’ she snarls as she has to stop herself from asking if he needed her to look after him for a while.
“You have a dog?” She asks to try and distract herself from her stupid biology.
“No.” He says without another beat. Well then. “Alright, give us your phone.” He says as he parks and pulls out a slim disk, the bug. She pulls out her phone and hands it over, he seems more demanding today but she’s sure that was because of those asshole alphas she heard over the phone treating him like they could control him. She’s fine letting her biology take the back seat to make him feel more comfortable, it’s not like she’s not been doing that her whole life anyway. He raises a simple eyebrow at her but dutifully takes the phone and pops the cover off. “Now there’s fuck all security to worry about, in fact, they’re all a bunch of muppets. And the metal detector won’t pick this up, alright?”
“Right.” She nods as she studies the bug, memorising all of the divots and patterns.
“So what they’ll probably do is take you through the security and stay with you in the board room. Sit down, be nice, then real polite like tell ‘em you need to take a massive shit.” She gives him a ‘really?’ look and his grumpy mood lightens a tad. “Go to the bog, take the bug out, peel the plastic off of the back then flush it. Go back, sit down. Big smiles. Plant the bug under the table. Easy-peasy japanisy, Bob’s your uncle, that’s that.”
“That’s that?!” She says with a wave of her hands as she takes the phone back. “That was a lot!”
“Shh,” Butcher says with a playful finger over his lips and she fights the need to snap it off. “Quit being a cunt, Hughie.”
She glares at him for a moment before sighing and getting out of the car, straightening the light yellow summer dress Butcher practically shoved her in because ‘you don’t want to look like you’re homeless, Hughie, for fucks sake’ before heading towards the towering building in front of her. It’s insultingly easy getting through security like Butcher promised and she’s too relieved to even be mad about it as a single security guard leads her into the most important meeting room in the building.
She sits there for a full five minutes before her nerves start acting up, she runs her fingers over her scent-covering bracelets, making sure that they still work, before working up the courage to ask for the bathroom. Of course, it’s just her luck that this is when the massive doors open and the man who haunts her sleeping and waking moments comes in. She has enough of a mind to push herself up but that’s it as her mind gets swallowed by panic and rage, he’s still covered in Robin’s blood. Why were they letting him talk to her still covered in Robin’s blood? She forces herself to smile when A-Train’s mouth stops moving. Fake it till you make it Hughie, you can kill him in jail.
“I appreciate the apology.” She says as sweetly as she can. She knows what look Butcher had been looking for after all. She’s currently very soft looking, with the sundress and the slim scent-blocking bracelets. A tiny head tilt when A-Train squeezes her hand a little tighter. Look at me, the tiny adorable omega whose boyfriend you totally killed in cold blood. See how affected I am by your big, alpha scent. “Accidents happen, right? After all, you were saving the world.” A little flutter of her eyelashes like Annie had done when she’d gotten the girl to snort a laugh.
“Alright, thank you.” The assistant he came in with says as she rushes over. “That’s all we have time for. A-Train let's go.” A-Train gives her a considering look and a little pulse of interest before being pulled away.
The other lawyer holds out a pen and she turns her small smile on him. “Do you mind if I use the bathroom first? I want to read through the contract a little before I sign it just so I don’t accidentally sign away my first born or something.” She makes sure to laugh a little which prompts him to laugh too.
“Sure, I’ll show you where it is.” She smiles a little wider as she follows him out of the room.
She waits until she can’t see the entrance of the building before her face twists into a snarl. “How dare he look at me like that after apologising for killing my fucking boyfriend!” She growls furiously. “That piece of shit made me a single mother! I’m not going to fuck him!”
The car lurches violently before swerving into a park along the side of the road. “You have a pup?!” Butcher asks in shock.
She looks him over slowly. “I thought you knew.” There is no recognition in his eyes so she sighs and lets her head thunk against the car seat’s headrest. “I was Twenty-six weeks pregnant when A-Train murdered Robin, the shock sent me into labour.”
“Fuck.” Butcher hisses furiously. She’s not sure if he’s madder about not knowing or that he’s dragged her into whatever he’s involved in. “Is… is the pup okay?”
She closes her eyes in pain. “He’s having trouble breathing at the moment. They’re keeping him in a sterile steam room to try and improve his lungs but it means that I can’t see him. At least they’ve started letting me scent blankets for him.”
She doesn’t need to open her eyes as the car starts back up to see him having trouble fighting his own biology, it hangs heavy in the air like a suffocating mist of pain, sorrow, anger, frustration, provide, protect, pup, pup, pup. He doesn’t say anything else until he’s pulling up to the electronics store. “You did good today Hughie, but let's never do this again. Yeah?”
She can’t help the laugh that bubbles forth. No matter how much she’d wanted to rip A-Train apart at one point, today had been the most exciting she’d had in a while and if she didn’t have a pup to worry over she’d have been insulted by the fact that he was trying to get rid of her. “You sure I can’t convince you to let me be the computer guy?” She asks, making sure to send him a playful smile so he knows that she’s not serious.
He snorts but looks a lot less stressed because she wasn’t fighting him on his decision. “Nope, have a good life. Cuddle the pup for me.”
She laughs again and gets out. “I’m not your messenger Butcher, you do it yourself when you’ve gotten yourself out of whatever shit this job's got you in. I’m ninety percent sure you know where I live anyway.” He smirks in confirmation as he waves then he drives away. She takes a deep breath, ripping the check-up into little pieces and watching them fly away in the wind, before spinning on her heels and entering the store. “Didn’t have time to change, sorry Gary.”
He waves her off and tosses her badge at her, before hurrying out the door. And now it’s just her and her thoughts once again. She hums lightly as she cleans up and imagines all the ways she could have used her power to fuck A-Train up while she cleans up. She texts her dad to see how baby Robin was doing and if she’d be allowed in the room with him and gets a generic text that basically says Robin’s fine and no she can’t. She even manages to serve a customer before it all goes to shit.
It starts with the door not closing in time with the customer leaving meaning that someone had held the door open so that they could enter. “We’re closing! I’m sorry but we’ll be open again at nine a…” There’s no one there. There’s no one there but that’s not right because all of her senses are screaming at her that she’s in danger. She thought that no one had seen her dropping the bug in the bathroom but there was one member of the seven who could have without her noticing. Fuck! She casually pulls her phone out with the intention of warning Butcher but it’s flung out of her hands.
“Who are you?” Translucent growls right in her face, it’s so disconcerting to not see what she knows is right there. “You really think I wouldn’t find this thing, huh?” The bug floats in front of her face. Well fuck her, Butcher was going to be so mad. “Hughie.” Translucent purrs as he takes hold of her badge. She manages to pull her lips back with a snarl before he uses the badge to yank her into the glass countertop. It cracks and her anger grows because that was expensive damnit! He yanks her over the counter and punches her in the face before dropping her and moving away, she’s on her feet in seconds with a vicious snarl.
“Back the fuck off.” She growls making him laugh mockingly from near the TVs, he manages to rip one off the wall before she tackles him. She smashes his head into the wall and he growls right back at her before picking her up and charging into the middle of the store, likely to slam her into the display shelves in the middle of the room. He gets cut off by the car crashing through the glass wall that made up the front of the store, it hits them both and sends them flying.
Butcher climbs out and surveys the room. “You alright, Hughie?” She pushes herself up with a low groan before shooting him a thumbs up. His lips twitch for a second, or she’s got a concussion from being hit by a car. “You should fuck off, Hughie.”
“Sir, yes sir.” She grumbles before dragging herself up the wall by the display cases, she feels a hand clenching around her ankle and viciously stomps on it gaining a snarl from Translucent.
“Well, well, well, if it ain't the invisible cunt! Leave the bird alone, yeah.” Butcher says before storming up and smashing the crowbar in his hands into Translucent. Translucent lets her go to launch himself at Butcher and she stumbles into the back room.
She stares at the back door for about ten seconds before she snarls and makes her way back, it was a mote point anyway because she knew she’d never leave the human omega to the mercies of a suped-up asshole when she could stop it. Not that she needs to do anything really because she gets out just in time to see Translucent covered in Butcher’s blood and getting the shit beaten out of him. Her eyes flicker around to find something to help before landing on the sparking live wire. Translucent was made of a carbon metamaterial and those were extremely conductive. She slips back into the room and grabs the wire, yanking it so she can slam it into Translucent’s back but it doesn’t get any further out of the wall. She growls at it and yanks again to no avail, her eyes swing up just in time to meet Butcher’s eyes as Translucent starts turning towards her. She and Butcher share a blink before she yanks the live-wire in front of her and Butcher kicks Translucent into it. He screams and she almost follows him before the flops over.
“Is… uh, is he dead?” She asks slowly as she drops the live wire.
Butcher kicks him. “Well, he ain't movin’.” She takes a deep breath to try and shave off the panic crawling at the edges of her vision now that the omega was safe. “How’d you know the electric could do the job?” Butcher asks her curiously.
She waves tiredly at the TVs above her. “Skin’s carbon, highly conductive. Said it in an interview.”
“It would have taken me forever to figure that out, good job,” Butcher admits. “Let's get him in the boot.”
“What?” She asks as she pushes herself up. He cannot be thinking what she thinks he’s thinking.
“Hughie,” Butcher says in the most condescending voice she’s ever heard. “You just offed one of the Seven.”
“Excuse me!” She snaps. “You’re not pinning this all on me, asshole! You ran us over!”
“Alright, listen, cunt. We’re in a lot of fucking trouble here.”
“No! No, we aren’t because he attacked us.” She cries somewhat desperately. Oh god, she couldn’t be on the run! She had to get Robin from the hospital! “And you’re a federal officer! Just call your bosses or something!”
“Yeah, okay so look,” Butcher says awkwardly and oh fuck no! “Technically I’m not a fed.”
“I’m going to kill you.” She says slowly. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“That’s all well and good cunt but then you’d have two bodies to take care of. Now, are you goin’ to help me get this dead superhero into my trunk or not?”
She glares furiously as she looks around the store before she storms over. “Fine you fucking asshole.” She grabs Translucent’s legs.