Soldier Boy X Blitz

Brainstorm 3

Soldier Boy looked up from his drink when the sound of approaching footsteps tapped against his senses. Even beneath the mountain of booze and drugs, his senses were sharp. Gazing at the pocket doors on the far side of the den, he watched as Blitz stepped into the room. Still dressed in his costume, he hadn't tended to the wounds from the fight yet. The cut above his eye wasn't bleeding anymore, and Soldier Boy felt a sudden desire to clean the wound, wash away the dry blood.

"How could you do that?" Blitz asked, his tone accusatory as he stopped just in front of where Soldier Boy was seated. When he didn't answer him, Blitz let out an exasperated sigh. "I trusted you. We all trusted you..."

"I had a mission," Soldier Boy calmly stated. "The job needed to get done..."

"Whether you killed everyone else in the process or not?"

Soldier Boy met Blitz's gaze and the pain and disappointment in them was like a bullet straight to the soul. Stifling his feelings, Soldier Boy stood up and looked down at him. "We all knew that death could be an outcome," he coolly explained.

"I had him. You know that, right? I had Homelander. And if you hadn't been fighting against your own team, we could have finished it- together. But you don't operate that way. You're a selfish bastard."

"Maybe."

Blitz looked at the table, littered with a half empty bottle of whiskey and an ashtray full of discarded joints. A small mound of powder lay at the edge of the table.

"Benzos?" Blitz asked.

"Coke."

Blitz shook his head. "You're just flooding yourself with upper and downers, aren't you?"

"What's it to you?" Soldier Boy scoffed.

"You can't run from what you are. All the drugs in the world won't change it," Blitz snapped. "It won't change what a fucking monster you are."

"Yeah? I am a fucking monster," Soldier Boy snarled. "But you fell in love with this monster, didn't you?"

Blitz turned his back on Soldier Boy, his shoulders trembling as he tried to contain his tears. "I fell in love with an ideal," he whispered once he'd gained some semblance of self-control.  "I fell in love with the hero I believed you could be. And the man I thought you could be."

Soldier Boy took a long drag from his joint and blew a flippant smoke ring. "Looks like my old man was right all along. I'm just one big, fucking disappointment. And you're finally realizing it too. Everyone eventually does."

"Why do you do this?" Blitz asked as he turned around, showing his tears without hesitation. "You sabotage yourself when you really could be better. It's like you're just trying to prove your dad right."

Soldier boy shrugged and took another drag. "Doesn't matter."

"So all that self-work was bullshit? All of that talk about wanting to be a better man?"

Soldier Boy looked away from Blitz's powerful, penetrating gaze. "I can't change what I am."

Enraged by this sudden lack of fortitude, Blitz raised his hand and unleashed a bolt of electricity. It collided with the table, obliterating it and scattering its contents across the room.

Soldier Boy raised an eyebrow, amused. "Feel better?"

"Hardly. Homelander is still alive. And now he knows I'm alive. He won't stop until he has me back again."

"I won't let that happen," Soldier Boy growled.

"Yeah, because I can totally trust you," Blitz scoffed. "No- the only person who can truly protect me is myself. I can't rely on anyone else. And I can't look up to anyone anymore. I've got to start being my own hero."