One More Time - Soldier Boy

Prologue

It all started at the video store in New York. Morgan had been working there with Hughie since they were in high school, and they stopped working there when Hughie's girlfriend at the time got ran through by a Supe named A-Train.

That same day Robin died, they met a rather plebeian man named Billy Butcher who seemed to have good intentions for Hughie, he could help him get some insight on what was going on with Vought and his situation and why they wanted to keep it under wraps instead of bringing it out to the public.

And now here they are.

In a lab in fucking Russia where it's negative 10101929384731929 degrees outside, cold as fuck and they're wearing these ugly ass electrician suits.

( Butcher did mention that Morgan looked stunning in hers but that was his words, not hers and Hughie was not pleased how the two were constantly flirting lately. )

Before this though here are a few things you need to know about Morgan:

Her parents are not her parents.

Her mother made all of this complicated begin with.

Her father is not her... birth father? To be fair, he had to have had put in the same amount of effort to create her, but nope. Man had a bunch of dead swimmers.

Apparently Vought had a special program that helped with this; the only thing is the parents had to have agreed to let their children get doped up for superpower abilities.

So they did that.

Or at least tried to.

Morgan was the rare case that she never showed any powers. From 5 to 8, they tested her speed and agility. It was subpar, even a little slower than normal. From 10 to 12 they tested her strength and she was stronger than she looked but she was still super skinny, the most she could lift at that age was just her full backpack of middle school supplies. And from 13 to now... they stopped.

After no signs of anything extraordinary, they gave up. Apparently that's because someone was dumb enough to make Morgan from a donor that was from the mid fucking 80's and, well, they didn't know how long the donation would last... if it did.

But it did.

It lasted because she's here. Just without superpowers. So in a sense, it didn't last according to Vought.

So Vought played a very, very fucking rare card that allowed Morgan to live a very relatively normal life. Accept from the very few hush-hush visits from Stan Edgar himself, Morgan was just... average.

Normal.

Boring.

Up until now. When she figured out who the fuck she came from.

With that said, Hughie was speaking to her but Morgan had the whole world tuned the fuck out.

"Morgan, your dad is the world's first fucking hero."

Morgan blinked. She stared at the file she had found of Soldier Boy — the man they were looking for here in the first place to help them stop Homelander — and she felt her breath hitch in her throat.

"Fuck."

Hughie shoved the vanilla file folders into her backpack, shoving the bag into her arms he smiles.

"Do you know how much this could help us?!" he whispers loudly, the two of them had enough space in this crowded lab to hear each other while everyone was off looking for Soldier Boy. Morgan raised an eyebrow, her brown eyes piercing his with curiosity. "This will prove that Vought can fail."

Morgan snickered. "Gee, my best friend is calling me a failure—"

Hughie shook his head, "—No, Mo, I'm saying that if Vought can fail to produce a product..." he realizes that sounds bad but he takes another look at the blonde and she seems unfazed by it, he continued. "...Then there's a chance they can stop making heroes all together."

"You know how stupid that sounds, dude? Obviously I was one mistake in the pile of hay that is Vought, since then there hasn't been any more failures." she tells him, smacking the palm of her left hand with the back of her right hand. "Just because I'm one big fuck up, doesn't mean they can't make more fuck ups. They learned that from me."

Hughie shrugged. "I don't know Mo, it's a theory. I mean... there is limited compound V ever since word got out supes are made from that, and now there's this temp V... maybe they're running out of ideas." poor Hughie was trying anything — anything — to get out of another blood bath, and Morgan can't blame him.

The two of them hear Butcher call out for them.

"We'll keep that theory in the plan C folder, but let's just get what we're doing now over with." Hughie sighed and knew that Morgan was probably right.

Just because they failed once with her doesn't mean they will again. Vought was smart to fix their mistakes, but then again now they got fucked over with the fact that their compound V makes supes, and now with the temp V... they are starting to wonder if the age of heroes are finally dwindling.

In his head, that would be the perfect scenario but it's not. There is no way in hell that's ever going to happen.

"Oi you two, quit blabberin' and help me with this."

"You don't need help, Butcher," Morgan looks at the Brit in the trench coat with her arms folded across her chest, "you're hop'd up on that temp V crap..." she reminded him that she knew and he frowned, she was definitely against it. How she knew? Butcher didn't have a bloody idea but he was going to assume it was Hughie.

"What if I make it up to ya?" he pleads, he was flat out tired and just needed a simple hand. And now here he is bringing one of his many partner-in-crimes. "'H'bout after all this, I'll take ya out for lunch, yeah?"

"No."

Butcher shrugged at Morgan's answer. Usually free food would win her over but not today, he didn't blame her. She learned some... sensitive information and Butcher noticed how it made her... hesitate.

He gripped the side of the glass panel for the pod, ripping it off like he was ripping a band aid.

And he mind as well have had. That thing was in there tightly but with his newfound powers it was as if it were like that.

"Jesus fucking Christ..." Morgan breathes out as she sees a man who hasn't aged a day. Well, at least in theory — he has a long ass caveman beard still sported all over his chin, who knows what would happen once he steps out of the pod. If he could. Fucker could be dead for all they knew.

The sirens around them started getting louder. That or Morgan started to tune the world around her out.

Especially when she sees him move.

Butcher looked at her and then back at the pod.

"It's fuckin' Soldier Boy."

a/n;; i'm excited for this and i hope you are too.

update: adjusted some things and added in new things too.