Jennifer Morgan got out of Vought's grasp in the mid-90s and has been under the radar ever since, turning into a mercenary for hire to make ends meet. When Hughie Campbell and Billy Butcher break into her apartment and pitch to her the notion of kil...
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Holed up in the Legend's Penthouse, Jen had never been so miserable. In front of the TV, Legend was rewatching old Soldier Boy reels. She half paid attention before Hughie appeared, clearly confused by what he'd stepped into.
"What do you want, kid?"
"He sent me to tell you... He's out of Astro-Glide," Hughie sighed, clearly disgusted.
"Well, I could tell you that you fucks have outstayed your welcome but who am I kidding? There was no welcome," Legend grumbled, standing up with an almost empty glass. Jen agreed with him to an extent.
"I thought you and Solider Boy were friends?"
"What? Because he forced his way into my home? I don't make friends with talent," Legend insisted, pouring a fresh drink and returning to his leather armchair.
"But - I mean, Soldier Boy's a hero, he stormed Normandy," Hughie stated, confused. Jen joined him on the end of one of the sofas, facing Legend.
"Yeah, two weeks after D-Day for the photo-op."
"So he didn't see any action?"
"Not in Germany," Legend clarified, "Sprayed a firehose in Birmingham. Some target practise at Kent State. There were rumours about Dealey Plaza -"
"Wait, what?" Hughie deflated into the armchair in disbelief. Jen patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.
"Heroes ain't shit. They've always been that way."
"The thing is, to be American is knowing you're the hero. So what do we do? Sweep all our filthy shit under the rug and we tell ourselves a myth like Soldier Boy..."
"And you get filthy rich selling it," Jen commented with a roll of her eyes, picking at a thread in her sweatpants pocket. Moments later, Butcher came back, tucking his sunglasses into his shirt pocket.
"Oh, fuckin' 'ell, is 'e still at it?" About Soldier Boy, downstairs. Jen nodded, lips pressed into a thin line.
"Sure is." Reluctantly, they all moved downstairs and stepped into the bedroom he'd been occupying.
"- Oh, good. Lube?"
"Look -"
"I can't go in raw, these women, they're like fine wine. Get better with age, and drier." Jen's nose crinkled in disgust, watching the two older women scramble to redress themselves. Legend stepped in and ushered the two naked women away to continue with their housekeeping chores.
"What's the problem?"
"The problem? First of all, I can never fire those girls now, thank you. And second of all, this bed has seen two Jaclyn's," Legend remanded, clearly disgusted by SB's actions. Briefly, she locked eyes with Ben and looked away, cheeks getting hot under his pressing gaze.
