But Everything You Touch Crumbles • {Billy Butcher x OC}

You Know Better, I Know You Do!

      "Um, is this...uh...Ramona?" Hughie panted. The place was destroyed, most were hurt and some were dead. MM and Annie helped them while the rest walked out to head to the next place to rest before the next target. Before they could though, they had to find me after Homelander flew away with me in his hand. Butcher and Hughie were worried, and Soldier Boy...he wouldn't admit it, but he was somewhat terrified to see that I wasn't holding my own. He needed someone strong for...whatever reason. Ramona answered, "Hey Hughie. You need something?" "Yeah....um....something happened. Something bad." The other end of the line went silent for a bit, then her voice got deeper and slower. "Where's Myra?" "Look, I-" "No! The only reason you would be calling me if something bad happened is that said bad thing happened to Myra! Where. Is. She?" The words got caught in his throat, trying to explain and also looking at Butcher and Soldier Boy. Eventually the rest of the team heard what she was yelling about, and Francine had to talk with Butcher.

      "The cunt took her. Flew off and we haven't heard from her in an hour or so," Butcher told Francine. She scolded him, "William Butcher, you find Myra before the sun goes down or I swear you will wish you were dead even fucking more! You understand me?!" With the line cut, they had to search the nearby forest for signs of me. After a bit, Hughie was the one to find me walking away from that crater. I limped slightly, but my injuries always sort themselves out. I felt the familiar feeling of Butcher's hand, and I swatted it away with anger and returned to my blank expression. He abided my wishes and Ben helped me instead. 

      With a lot of blackmail and threats, we got to stay with The Legend in one of his places out of the city. The hunt for Mindstorm was next and already on the way, but I just had to take a minute to sit down. My head was spinning fast and I haven't had good sleep in....what, a week? Hughie was upstairs talking with The Legend while Butcher was out doing his thing. I needed something to take the edge off things, and the only thing that was near was the pot Butcher gave to Ben to help with his PTSD. Walking in, I glazed over the fact that he was watching both the maids finger themselves, and just walked to Ben. 

      "You have some pot to spare, Ben?" "Myra, how about you relax and join us? I can help you stretch in...so many ways?~" His other hand slowly traced around my waist, tugging me closer to him. Our eyes stayed locked with each other as I stepped close, our bodies pressing against each other. I whispered, "I'm tired, Ben. I would love to, but I think I need some alone time....I'd also love to do it without company for our first." He scoffed, rolling his eyes at me. As I swiped his blunt off the table, I smiled under my mask, "It is a shame to waste the time I wear no underwear though, but...I just want to smoke." Taking down my mask, I leaned forward to kiss him gently and turn to walk out to make sure it didn't turn into more. His eyes were still on me as I walked out of the room, but soon went back to the two maids.

      Clouds of smoke floated around me, almost swallowing me whole. The muffled talking was my static, leaving only my mind to run around in. With each inhale, another thought entered. It was interrupted by the door opening by Butcher. One look at me and he looked disappointed, closing the door behind him. He didn't say anything, walking over and pulling the blunt out of my lips to put out. The tension in the air mixing with smoke was too much for either of us to even look at each other. "I made a promise," Butcher finally spoke. "Now you care about promises after breaking so many of them? Fucking rich." Another minute passed with neither of us talking. He broke it once more, rubbing his face and sighing, "I'm not letting you do this shit to your self again." "Are we leaving to kill or not?" He bit the inside of his cheek, looking down at his feet and started marching to the door. After opening, I followed behind him. 

      "Okay, satellite view has Mindstorm's place about two miles in, due west," Hughie stated. Mindstorm apparently had a few cabins in the woods. Counting that he still treats his bipolar with meds, Hughie managed to make an accurate guess to which cabin he was still staying in. "So, do you mind telling us what we're walking into here?" Butcher asked Ben. Turning around, he explained, "All you got to know is, if he tries to make eye contact with you, close your eyes." Didn't give a reason to what happens if we do, but that's really all I needed. After hearing that, I started walking off west ahead of the rest of them.