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The room was full of tension and stress, the others in the safe house waiting to see who would be showing up first to take them and their families in, or worse.
Painful death by supe.
Butcher didn’t mind the later, he would go down kicking and cussing, 8 years of being one foot out of the grave. But his team had been good to him, helped him get this close now, he couldn’t drag them down into his grave. Seemed he still had a heart left.
The screeching of tires pulling up outside had Frenchie handing a gun over to mother’s milk and readying for a fight.
“Calm down.” Butcher said while confidently walking past them on his way out the door to greet the deputy director of the CIA.
The other alpha didn't look impressed by the display of confidence as he walked straight up to greet her.
“And here I was starting to panic you weren't gonna show up.”
“Shut up Butcher.” Raynor growled, “You got what I'm really here for?”
He wiggled the blue vial for the alpha to see but kept it out of her reach. Raynor court on that she wasn't getting what she wanted till Butchers team was safe, she moved past the stubborn alpha and started ordering her men to securer the innocents for extraction.
Raynor being true to her word had the family members packed up in a separate jeep to be driven to a safe location. Butcher watched the jeep start to leave and his boys start to pile into the second one for them.
“Satisfied?” ask Raynor clearly annoyed.
“No.” He handed the vile over to her and moved to get in the jeep.
Suddenly the ground shook as a massive force landed behind him, Butcher stumbled into the car knowing what had happened without having to look.
HomeLander.
The golden haired alpha smiled, “Now, I think you have something that belongs to me.”
Before Raynor could even start to protest Butcher had grabbed one of her soldiers rifles and started firing at the Supe. Homelander walked toward him without a problem, once close enough Butcher stopped and went in for a hit, the barrel of the gun came down on Homelanders face without leaving a scratch.
Butcher’s hand was grabbed in a vise and forced to drop the gun, still he yelled out and went for a punch with his free fist. It struck Homelander the same as the gun, not making a mark.
The golden haired alpha leaned in to whisper, “I think someone needs to be shown their place.”
Butcher snarled at him, deep and fierce.
Suddenly his head was hit against a hard suffuse and the world went dark.
***
Butcher felt his body throb in discomfort as his mind slowly took in the world, dark and wet. No, he was sweating. Were there people in the room talking? Relation hit him that his eyes were still closed the alpha tried to growl in warning but it came out as strangled and faded into a whimper. Everything felt heavy, and he was beginning to drift back into unconsciousness.
A cool gloved hand gently pressed to his face, why was he so hot? It stroked up to his hair and Butcher leaned into the touch searching for its cool comfort, he whimpered once his nose was pressed into it and he couldn't scent through the glove.
***
Waking from dreamless sleep, his body felt like he was sore after an intense full body workout. Butcher sat up and took in his surroundings, it looked like he was in a Vought medroom. The Vought logo was a dead give away.
Bloody hell, he was naked too. What had those arseholes done to him?
Butcher got up and stumbled over to one of the two doors in the room, the bathroom was small and virtually empty. He splashed water on his face and proceeded to look himself over.
Stitches on the side of his head, apart from that he looked like he just woke up from a bad dream. Yet his body ached and cried from some unknown abuse.
Sniff
And he smelt weird.
He decided to make use of the shower and hopefully wake himself up enough to motive himself into an escape. With no soaps he let the water ruin over his sore body, gently massaging and washing away the sweat.
Butcher stood naked and wet at the door of the bathroom looking at the medbed, it had straps to restrain patients and were likely used on him, the pillow had some blood from his head.
The door to the room opened as a beta holding a tray of food entered and was startled by the other.
“I'm so sorry!” the beta apologized red in the cheeks and averting her gaze to the floor, “We didn't think you would be up yet!”
“Is that so.” Butcher said not moving to cover himself.
The beta quickly put the food on the small table by the door and went to leave then stopped, “Did you need anything?”
He frowned and crossed his arms. “yeah, how bout a fucking towel, and if its not a problem, some fucking clothes too!”
She closed the door without answering back and Butcher heard the lock click into place.
He raised his brow, of course Vought had shit room serves.
***
Homelander slammed the other alphas head into the car like it was nothing, he could of completely crushed it if he pleased but had something more fun in mind. He picked Butcher up and put his limp body over his shoulder and turned all his attention to the women holding the vile of compound V. That was a no no.
He walked to her. “I'm going to be taking this,” he gave Butchers arse a pat, “and that vile too.”
Raynor held her ground but didn't stop him as he took the vile from her hand.
Homelander gave her a pleasant smile, “Don't forget, your the true heroes here.” Than took off the ground to leave her in defeat as he headed back to Vought.
Back at Vought Homelander went straight for Madelyn Stillwell’s office to give her the good news in person. He stopped to take a look through the portrait of himself to see if she had company then walked in.
Stillwell looked up at him and put the phone down. “Who is that?”
The alpha smiled all tooth, “I got you something too~” he placed the vile of compound V on her desk.
“Thank you.” She smiled than looked back to the person over the alpha shoulder waiting for an answer still.
“This is Mr Billy Butcher, hes the reason the CIA almost got a hold of that.” He pointed at the blue vile on the desk.
Stillwell got up and moved closer to Homelander. “And what are you planning to do with Mr Butcher?” The omega asked.
He didn't answer her, only moved for the door.
“Homelander! Answer me.” She demanded in a gentle but stern voice.
The alpha didn't stop and made his way down to the medical floor. He was excited to see how the other alpha would react, both in the way that this was only used on supes and the overall surprise.
So much fun was about to be had.