angelfacedarling

[angelfacedarling]

Jason took no time digging in, taking generous, starved bites out of his ham and cheese sandwich. It was so delicious. Words couldn’t describe the sensations that distracted his worried mind. The food and drink had arrived at a moment so perfect, anything less and he might’ve spilled the beans on his secret to Percy. Being a Supe, manipulating peoples emotions. That was something that had to wait for now, even if Percy’s reassurances did make him feel a lot better. ‘I’ll come find you.. I don’t get scared that easily..’ those words would fill him with comfort and admiration towards Percy. Knowing he wouldn’t look at him differently. There still was a small feeling though..

Percy’s excitement broke through his scattered thoughts, making Jason almost immediately smile. This cute boyish Supe was the cure, it seemed, to any negative thoughts he was having. Any self doubt. He leaned in, taking the offered straw between two fingers and took a small drink. It was everything he had described and more. Such a delicious drink. He was happy Valiant had found something to enjoy. Even more so, he knew where to stop now to surprise him in the mornings. He could already envision Percy’s happy face if he brought him a lemonade back at the tower. Hopefully something so small would help him through his rough times dealing with The Seven.

“Pretty girl? First you flirt with me, now my girlfriend? I’m almost jealous” Jason couldn’t help but tease back with a deep chuckle. It was cute to see how invested Val was with the girl upfront. He didn’t know her at all, but he could tell Percy was itching to know. He’d calm that little jealous heart, even though he enjoyed seeing him so eager to know who the mystery girl was.

“But to answer you sweetheart, I don’t know her at all. She just works here” Jason brought up a hand to ruffle the other blondes hair. Finding comfort in knowing how much Percy liked him already. Especially to be so involved in knowing about the girl upfront. “Besides, don’t think I didn’t notice how Maeve’s been eying you up. What’s the deal with that?” He cocks an eyebrow up with a smirk, feigning the same energy Valiant had towards Café girl.

“Don’t tell me you two are a thing, I don’t just let anyone fly me through the city you know~”

Jason takes a long hearty sip of his cappuccino before tapping his chin. As if pondering what he could possibly tell the young Supe. “Hmm let’s see.. I normally take care of my younger sister after work, but in my free time I normally paint and write stories. Just small activities here and there. My mother passed away when I was seventeen and ever since then I’ve had to take care of my sister, Renee. So I haven’t gotten to explore much? But I wouldn’t trade her for the world. Maybe you could meet her sometime- if you want to, I mean, you’re very special to me. She’s my last piece of family so it’d mean a lot for you to meet her”

continued rp with the lovely @angelfacedarling! Percy felt Jason’s soft, delicate hands run through his thick feathers, watching them spread between his fingers and gave an embarrassed smile. The gesture made his heart leap, and he felt his cheeks grow hot with blush. His crimson wings were durable, they could shield him and others from bullets and blunt objects thrown at him with ease, but when this handsome man slid his hands over them so gently, it send a shiver up his back. They were quite sensitive, and his touch had him nearly jolt upwards. “Huh? Ah, something light and easy would be perfect! Come, I’ll fly you down gently this time…” Percy began, and felt his eyes widen with surprise when Jason reached in and ruffled his hair, his own blonde locks soft to the touch, but messy, under his fingers. As Jason played with his hair, he was unaware of his own beauty. His strawberry-blonde hair shimmering under the sunlight, and he had such a charming smile on his face. It’d been a while since another person caught his eye like this; it was true that he flirted with people at the Casino, it was his job to charm more money from their pockets… But Jason was a rare beauty. Percy couldn’t help but stare as his cheeks grew redder, but blinked once he heard his stomach growl hungrily. It made him snort in amusement before laughing, and he reached his own hand in to ruffle Jason’s hair, their arms held out beside one another, with both their hands in each others hair. “You think I’m pretty? You’re only saying that cuz you’ve been surrounded by those people for so long.” Percy laughed, referring to the old grey desk workers, the pack of hyenas that were known as The Seven, and the ever daunting Homelander. “Anyone would look young and pretty compared to them. But thank you. Look, you got me blushing and everything.” He smiled that boyish smile, and kept playing with his hair before he finally pulled away, as hesitant as he was- he just wanted to sit with him and enjoy his company while he could, but they were both quite hungry now. Without warning, Percy leaned his hands in and grabbed Jason, hoisting him into his arms to fly him down, but unlike before, he was much more clumsy and nervous with his hands. All that touching earlier made him flustered like some high-school boy, and he nearly dropped him a few times before he got a good hold on him. “Sorry! Ah, you’ll never want to fly with me again at this rate...” The new hero gave a sheepish grin, before he stepped on the railing, it creaking under their weight before he leapt down. Like promised, there was nothing to be scared of- Percy flew with Jason safely tucked in his arms, and it was a slow and easy flight to the cafe on Broadway. The sun was warm on their faces, but the soft wind of flying left them feeling cooled and refreshed. It was one of the benefits of flying, one that Percy was thankful for. He could do without all the splattered bugs, though. When they arrived, they were met with a calm and serene setting, with a few people scattered between tables, and they were welcomed with a sweet savory scent of fresh coffee and easy foods. Percy finally put Jason back on his feet, and nudged his shoulder playfully, giving him that ‘I told you that you had nothing to worry about’ look before he opened the door for him. “My treat.” He purred, tucking his wings against his back now. “You can pick our table~ But hey, I just realized, I hardly know anything about you. I don’t have to worry about uh, stranger danger, do I? You almost seem too good to be true.” He joked, snickering a little, and followed him in the cafe.

[angelfacedarling]

After sharing such a tender moment together, it was even better spending some well needed time in the tub. With John’s wounds still fresh, Misty worried about infection or worse- especially now that he was human just like her. She spent their time in the soapy water lathering him and pampering him with soft hands. Cleaning away any blood and dirt, anything that didn’t belong on that precious skin of his. The rag dragged carefully with each motion of her small hand. Making sure to go over any gash or cut with extreme care. Not wanting to hurt or stir him.

She took a moment to relax, her back laid lazily against his chest. Taking in the scene before them. Small mini candles littered the sides of the tub. Beautiful rose petals decorated their water. There was bubbles practically spilling out of the sides of the tub. It was quite romantic. She wasn’t surprised when she’d felt Johns arms wrap around her frame. Kissing just behind her ear. Something so intimate like that… it was hard for her body not to shiver.

“I’ll always be by your side Angel..” Misty would softly whisper, gathering her long damp locks in hand. Moving the black hair to her opposite shoulder so he could have more room to kiss her. She loved the feeling of his lips on her skin. But something about it was different now- in a good way. She wasn’t sure if it was because he was going to be her husband- or if it was because they’d only just become reunited again. Regardless, she didn’t want his lips to ever disappear from her flesh.

“It feels like a dream that we’re going to be married.. that we’re going to be husband and wife..” Her lips part to whisper so quietly it’s barely audible. She was scared that if she said it above a whisper, she’d open her eyes and be back in her bed again. Without John. Her head turned to glance back at him, looking at him with such sad but loving eyes. She stared for a good minute before she fully turned and pressed her body against his. His larger one pressing against the back of the tub. Her hands ran up his chest to gently feel the skin there. Making sure he was real. That this moment was real.

“I love you baby.. I love you so much..” Her body drew even closer, looking between his eyes and his lips. As if asking a silent permission before kissing him so softly, so lovingly. Her hands moved from his chest to hold his shoulders. Anchoring herself to him. As if their kiss would send her soaring away. Her eyes would flutter closed, just enjoying the feeling of his lips and their bodies so close together.

The smaller woman walked over to him, both of her hands slowly reaching up to caress each of his cheeks. Looking deeply into those blue eyes of his. Hearing him say only a moment ago that he’d want to be her husband.. it filled her with a newfound purpose. Revenge would always linger in the back of her mind.. but being Johns wife.. it felt like that was her destiny.

“Angel.. I will never feel a need to seek revenge.. as long as I have you by my side..” Misty would say slowly, making sure he could feel every word as it left her lips. Being in Paris felt like a dream come true. A life that almost seemed too good to be real. If they went back- there was a chance one of them- or both of them, wouldn’t survive. And if they did, Vought would only seek to make John their puppet again. A future would never be possible with them that way. It only took some time for her to see this.

“I would love to be your wife.. don’t feel bad for saying such a beautiful wish to me. There will always be time to get our rings, although I am excited to see that beautiful daisy etched on there.. a symbol of our undying love, yeah?” Her lips softly pressed to his before resting her head on his shoulder. Inhaling his scent, his musk. He still smelled like blood and odor and the forest from before. Where Butcher had beaten him into a bloody mess. It made her fists clench but it was his own smell through it all that held her back down to earth. A scent she’d never thought she’d get to endure again.

“We’ll start looking for jobs first thing tomorrow, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up please?” Her cheek softly nuzzled his shoulder. Arms wrapped around his waist. “I’ll draw you a bath.. the smell of blood on you, the wounds.. they’re breaking my heart.. let me clean you up- please”

[angelfacedarling]

You are the sweetest thing I’m sobbing PLS

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THISSSSSS <33333333

Thank you so much for such a beautiful gift! You’ve made my day instantly!! 🥹💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

The mood board, the cute little Jason chibi I’m gagged- this is incredible!!! I can’t say enough how much I appreciate you!! MWAH!!!! Ilysm!!!! 💓💓💓💓💓💓🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

I could actually cry tho, thank you for being so sweet and understanding- you’re absolutely precious and I love you and our talks and everything so so much! The way you draw our Jason is incredible! I’m kicking my feet screaming and crying and giggling at how CUTE he is! You seriously have such a beautiful way of making him come to life! Thank you so much for everything you do- and I’m so grateful and thankful for a friendship like ours <3

A gift for @angelfacedarling of their boy Jason!!! I know you've been handling alot lately, so I thought I'd do something for you to hopefully make your day! I'm grateful that we've met like every interaction we have means so much and I look forward to it a lot!!! I love how sweet you are, you're honestly one of the kindest people I've had the pleasure of taking with- and your boy is amazing, I love him so much aaaAAA ANYWAYSSS I hope you enjoy, and thank you for everything!!!<3

[angelfacedarling]

The smaller woman walked over to him, both of her hands slowly reaching up to caress each of his cheeks. Looking deeply into those blue eyes of his. Hearing him say only a moment ago that he’d want to be her husband.. it filled her with a newfound purpose. Revenge would always linger in the back of her mind.. but being Johns wife.. it felt like that was her destiny.

“Angel.. I will never feel a need to seek revenge.. as long as I have you by my side..” Misty would say slowly, making sure he could feel every word as it left her lips. Being in Paris felt like a dream come true. A life that almost seemed too good to be real. If they went back- there was a chance one of them- or both of them, wouldn’t survive. And if they did, Vought would only seek to make John their puppet again. A future would never be possible with them that way. It only took some time for her to see this.

“I would love to be your wife.. don’t feel bad for saying such a beautiful wish to me. There will always be time to get our rings, although I am excited to see that beautiful daisy etched on there.. a symbol of our undying love, yeah?” Her lips softly pressed to his before resting her head on his shoulder. Inhaling his scent, his musk. He still smelled like blood and odor and the forest from before. Where Butcher had beaten him into a bloody mess. It made her fists clench but it was his own smell through it all that held her back down to earth. A scent she’d never thought she’d get to endure again.

“We’ll start looking for jobs first thing tomorrow, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up please?” Her cheek softly nuzzled his shoulder. Arms wrapped around his waist. “I’ll draw you a bath.. the smell of blood on you, the wounds.. they’re breaking my heart.. let me clean you up- please”

Misty takes the small bag Calvin had offered her, grateful for his kindness. He didn’t have to help them- even if he did turn his back on them, she appreciated his change of heart when it all came down to it. Her lips curled into a soft smile, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. “Thank you, Calvin. You didn’t have to do this.. I’m forever in your debt..” Her words were genuine and held a softness to them, letting him know she wouldn’t forget this.

Her hand reached for John’s, gently squeezing it and bringing it to her lips. Placing a gentle, loving kiss there. His skin still battered and weathered, but she didn’t care. Her and John were about to start their new lives together. Somewhere new, fun! It was going to be their own adventure. She was mainly happy he didn’t seem upset about being depowered. It was her biggest worry. Revenge was something she could overlook as long as he was happy. That’s all she wanted.

“Well, here we are Angel..” Misty would say smooth as butter, green eyes shining up to meet his baby blues. Her hand tangled with his in a tight embrace as she opened the door and practically dragged him out. “Lets get going.. we don’t know if we’re being followed after all”

As Misty led him out of the truck, she turned and nodded to Calvin, giving him one last goodbye. Her free hand kissing her fingers and waving him off. Lingering a little longer than she should. Only because she was worried for his fate. Double crossing the people who double crossed us wouldn’t end up well. She tried not to dwell on that sad thought for long.

Misty took off towards the airport in the distance with John, hand in hand, feet moving faster than she could keep up with. She would look over at him while they ran excitedly. Of course, making sure not to go too fast. Her darling was still injured. But he looked just as excited as she was. Their hair blowing wildly in the wind as they raced towards their new destiny. Their own destiny.

[angelfacedarling]

He was forever grateful for those crimson saviors for blocking his breakdown away from the public. The beautiful stretch of those wings perfectly hid the two away. Jason looked up from his trembling hands, his soft blues meeting Percy’s. Just staring at him for a moment. Even though he hadn’t known him for long, Valiant had already left a stain on his heart. If he lost him, it would be tragic. Something he didn’t even want to entertain- but the more he dwelled on these lies that were the root of all his problems, the more he knew inevitably that Valiant would want nothing to do with him when they came out.

Jason’s hand quickly reached to grab Valiants, the one he used to show just how serious he was. If Jason wasn’t so shaken in this moment, he would smile and find something like that endearing. More like adorable. But he held his strong in the two of his- rubbing and cradling it. As if it were so precious to him. His eyes pleaded for him to listen and understand. He was going to tell him- not directly, how he was feeling in that moment, about *everything*. He was going to tell him the best he could, without giving away his secret.

“Percy.. I don’t deserve you” Jason starts, his own heart clenching at his words. They were true, even if he didn’t want them to be. “You’re an Angel.. a light in the darkness of Vought and their constant misdeeds. I’m.. just as terrible as they are- and if you only knew the things I do for them, you.. would never look at me the same” His hands continued to rub and caress Percy’s one. His eyes finally blinking after staring at him for god knows how long.

“I just want you to know that- if you ever find out from anyone one day, that- you have every right to be angry. I wouldn’t blame you for not speaking to me again. But just know.. you’ve left an unmatchable wound on my heart.. *you* are the kindest soul I’ve ever met. I know we haven’t known each other long- but I think you deserve to know how your very essence effects everyone around you. How it’s even effected me”

Talking about it, even vaguely, seemed to calm the blonde down. His hands no longer trembled, at least as badly. They seemed to use Valiants as an anchor. He’d only hoped something so vague yet intense wouldn’t drive Valiant away. Almost perfectly on time- the lady from up front came over and brought their meals and drink, looking between the two and smiling.

“Aw, you two are adorable” She would chirp before placing their items on the table in front of them. Then just as quickly disappearing. Jason could only smirk, thinking of Percy’s words from earlier. The desire to tease him slowly breaking him away from their embrace. He slowly dropped Percy’s hand and caressed his cheek teasingly.

“Did you hear that, Percy? My girlfriend thinks we’re.. ‘adorable’”

continued rp with the lovely @angelfacedarling! Percy felt Jason’s soft, delicate hands run through his thick feathers, watching them spread between his fingers and gave an embarrassed smile. The gesture made his heart leap, and he felt his cheeks grow hot with blush. His crimson wings were durable, they could shield him and others from bullets and blunt objects thrown at him with ease, but when this handsome man slid his hands over them so gently, it send a shiver up his back. They were quite sensitive, and his touch had him nearly jolt upwards. “Huh? Ah, something light and easy would be perfect! Come, I’ll fly you down gently this time…” Percy began, and felt his eyes widen with surprise when Jason reached in and ruffled his hair, his own blonde locks soft to the touch, but messy, under his fingers. As Jason played with his hair, he was unaware of his own beauty. His strawberry-blonde hair shimmering under the sunlight, and he had such a charming smile on his face. It’d been a while since another person caught his eye like this; it was true that he flirted with people at the Casino, it was his job to charm more money from their pockets… But Jason was a rare beauty. Percy couldn’t help but stare as his cheeks grew redder, but blinked once he heard his stomach growl hungrily. It made him snort in amusement before laughing, and he reached his own hand in to ruffle Jason’s hair, their arms held out beside one another, with both their hands in each others hair. “You think I’m pretty? You’re only saying that cuz you’ve been surrounded by those people for so long.” Percy laughed, referring to the old grey desk workers, the pack of hyenas that were known as The Seven, and the ever daunting Homelander. “Anyone would look young and pretty compared to them. But thank you. Look, you got me blushing and everything.” He smiled that boyish smile, and kept playing with his hair before he finally pulled away, as hesitant as he was- he just wanted to sit with him and enjoy his company while he could, but they were both quite hungry now. Without warning, Percy leaned his hands in and grabbed Jason, hoisting him into his arms to fly him down, but unlike before, he was much more clumsy and nervous with his hands. All that touching earlier made him flustered like some high-school boy, and he nearly dropped him a few times before he got a good hold on him. “Sorry! Ah, you’ll never want to fly with me again at this rate...” The new hero gave a sheepish grin, before he stepped on the railing, it creaking under their weight before he leapt down. Like promised, there was nothing to be scared of- Percy flew with Jason safely tucked in his arms, and it was a slow and easy flight to the cafe on Broadway. The sun was warm on their faces, but the soft wind of flying left them feeling cooled and refreshed. It was one of the benefits of flying, one that Percy was thankful for. He could do without all the splattered bugs, though. When they arrived, they were met with a calm and serene setting, with a few people scattered between tables, and they were welcomed with a sweet savory scent of fresh coffee and easy foods. Percy finally put Jason back on his feet, and nudged his shoulder playfully, giving him that ‘I told you that you had nothing to worry about’ look before he opened the door for him. “My treat.” He purred, tucking his wings against his back now. “You can pick our table~ But hey, I just realized, I hardly know anything about you. I don’t have to worry about uh, stranger danger, do I? You almost seem too good to be true.” He joked, snickering a little, and followed him in the cafe.

[angelfacedarling]

Jason didn’t expect to be in Valiants arms again so quickly. It just happened. Being clutched so closely to him like a scared baby. Even though this flight had been much smoother. More careful of him. When they landed, he felt Percy’s hand ruffle his hair and his boyish laughter fill the air. Amused that he’d caught Jason by surprise again and took him for a flight. Even if it was short, he was surely relishing in the widened eyes and frightful Jason before him. The man’s hands would quickly work to fix his messy hair and creased suit, before feeling his cheek with one hand. The soft, red flesh flushed from such an act. Percy was going to be the death of him.

“Stranger danger..?” The blonde would chuckle, before meeting his side again. The two walking into the cafe that wasn’t too quiet but not too busy either. It was decorated in beautiful lights, giving a fantasy type aesthetic to it. The type of cafe you’d wander into after a hard days of work or a risky battle. The tables were circular and had a light, soft wood tint to them. Shiny and polished well. Everyone looked so happy as they chattered away. The entire cafe smelling of its delicious contents inside. It stirred something further in Jason’s stomach.

“Mm, you’re still a ‘stranger’ to me too, you know.. but I can tell you more about me. Anything you’d like. Name it, Val”

The men walked to the front, easing their way to the woman who awaited them. Thankfully, there was no line ahead of them. Jason smiled at her, before looking at Percy once more. His own hands shoved lazily into the pockets of his suit.

“Anything look good?” He searched his face, before returning his gaze to the menu above them. The print was kind of small; only because their menu was so huge. He was thankful though, knowing there would be plenty of options for the other blonde. He hoped he enjoyed the cafe as much as he did.

Jason turned back to the woman before taking a hand and rubbing the back of his neck, a bit sheepishly. “Hi sweetheart- I’ll have a Mocha Cappuccino with a Ham & Cheese sandwich.. Mm.. and two chocolate chip cookies” He smiled before turning back to Valiant. “I’ll leave you two to finish and find us a nice table to sit at, one of those cookies is for you by the way..” He would wink before heading off past him, searching for a table for them.

Jason settled for one in the back corner of the cafe. Wanting to enjoy some time alone with Percy, without the mix or noise from the others interrupting their conversations. He sat down onto the wooden chair and rested his hands onto his lap peacefully. His attention turning to look outside, seeing the other people eating and enjoying themselves. It must be nice to be human, to be normal. He wondered what life would be like without these powers sometimes. Almost like a sign, a moving sign flashed a picture of Homelander on the side of one of the buildings, causing Jason’s stomach to sink. Yeah, just what he needed reminded of. That headache of a man he had to take care of earlier.

It still was odd and concerning to him how he was able to feel that man’s thoughts. Was John really becoming so lost in his own emotions that it was messing with Jason’s own abilities? It’s something he’d need to start documenting. But the more he thought about it, he noticed the more he was visually showing his discomfort with the situation. He was shaking, his eyebrows instinctively furrowed. So hard, he was hurting his forehead like this. He brought his hands together, close to his mouth and huffed into them. Closing his eyes to clear his mind.

‘Don’t ruin this, Jason.. this is you and Percy’s time.. you should enjoy it’ He told himself, trying to calm his own worried mind. ‘Don’t mess this up. A cute boy actually wants to know about you!’

continued rp with the lovely @angelfacedarling! Percy felt Jason’s soft, delicate hands run through his thick feathers, watching them spread between his fingers and gave an embarrassed smile. The gesture made his heart leap, and he felt his cheeks grow hot with blush. His crimson wings were durable, they could shield him and others from bullets and blunt objects thrown at him with ease, but when this handsome man slid his hands over them so gently, it send a shiver up his back. They were quite sensitive, and his touch had him nearly jolt upwards. “Huh? Ah, something light and easy would be perfect! Come, I’ll fly you down gently this time…” Percy began, and felt his eyes widen with surprise when Jason reached in and ruffled his hair, his own blonde locks soft to the touch, but messy, under his fingers. As Jason played with his hair, he was unaware of his own beauty. His strawberry-blonde hair shimmering under the sunlight, and he had such a charming smile on his face. It’d been a while since another person caught his eye like this; it was true that he flirted with people at the Casino, it was his job to charm more money from their pockets… But Jason was a rare beauty. Percy couldn’t help but stare as his cheeks grew redder, but blinked once he heard his stomach growl hungrily. It made him snort in amusement before laughing, and he reached his own hand in to ruffle Jason’s hair, their arms held out beside one another, with both their hands in each others hair. “You think I’m pretty? You’re only saying that cuz you’ve been surrounded by those people for so long.” Percy laughed, referring to the old grey desk workers, the pack of hyenas that were known as The Seven, and the ever daunting Homelander. “Anyone would look young and pretty compared to them. But thank you. Look, you got me blushing and everything.” He smiled that boyish smile, and kept playing with his hair before he finally pulled away, as hesitant as he was- he just wanted to sit with him and enjoy his company while he could, but they were both quite hungry now. Without warning, Percy leaned his hands in and grabbed Jason, hoisting him into his arms to fly him down, but unlike before, he was much more clumsy and nervous with his hands. All that touching earlier made him flustered like some high-school boy, and he nearly dropped him a few times before he got a good hold on him. “Sorry! Ah, you’ll never want to fly with me again at this rate...” The new hero gave a sheepish grin, before he stepped on the railing, it creaking under their weight before he leapt down. Like promised, there was nothing to be scared of- Percy flew with Jason safely tucked in his arms, and it was a slow and easy flight to the cafe on Broadway. The sun was warm on their faces, but the soft wind of flying left them feeling cooled and refreshed. It was one of the benefits of flying, one that Percy was thankful for. He could do without all the splattered bugs, though. When they arrived, they were met with a calm and serene setting, with a few people scattered between tables, and they were welcomed with a sweet savory scent of fresh coffee and easy foods. Percy finally put Jason back on his feet, and nudged his shoulder playfully, giving him that ‘I told you that you had nothing to worry about’ look before he opened the door for him. “My treat.” He purred, tucking his wings against his back now. “You can pick our table~ But hey, I just realized, I hardly know anything about you. I don’t have to worry about uh, stranger danger, do I? You almost seem too good to be true.” He joked, snickering a little, and followed him in the cafe.

[angelfacedarling]

Misty takes the small bag Calvin had offered her, grateful for his kindness. He didn’t have to help them- even if he did turn his back on them, she appreciated his change of heart when it all came down to it. Her lips curled into a soft smile, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. “Thank you, Calvin. You didn’t have to do this.. I’m forever in your debt..” Her words were genuine and held a softness to them, letting him know she wouldn’t forget this.

Her hand reached for John’s, gently squeezing it and bringing it to her lips. Placing a gentle, loving kiss there. His skin still battered and weathered, but she didn’t care. Her and John were about to start their new lives together. Somewhere new, fun! It was going to be their own adventure. She was mainly happy he didn’t seem upset about being depowered. It was her biggest worry. Revenge was something she could overlook as long as he was happy. That’s all she wanted.

“Well, here we are Angel..” Misty would say smooth as butter, green eyes shining up to meet his baby blues. Her hand tangled with his in a tight embrace as she opened the door and practically dragged him out. “Lets get going.. we don’t know if we’re being followed after all”

As Misty led him out of the truck, she turned and nodded to Calvin, giving him one last goodbye. Her free hand kissing her fingers and waving him off. Lingering a little longer than she should. Only because she was worried for his fate. Double crossing the people who double crossed us wouldn’t end up well. She tried not to dwell on that sad thought for long.

Misty took off towards the airport in the distance with John, hand in hand, feet moving faster than she could keep up with. She would look over at him while they ran excitedly. Of course, making sure not to go too fast. Her darling was still injured. But he looked just as excited as she was. Their hair blowing wildly in the wind as they raced towards their new destiny. Their own destiny.

Misty can’t help but tense up hearing John softly scold her for taking V. She feels a little sad, even a little upset that he’d consider her acts for him careless. She did what she had to for love. For him. He couldn’t even comprehend what she had to do to get to him. Nobody else was coming to his rescue.. She only nods and softly turns to face the window. Biting the insides of her mouth. Holding back from arguing her case but also the from crying like she’d always done before. It wasn’t the time or place for it.

She does listen in on the two mens bantering. The mention of Soldier Boy does strike John, she can feel it in his voice. Not even having to look over to see he’s probably red in the face.

Calvins words do gather Misty in a way where she finally turns back to face them. Looking down at the passports that’d been thrown between them. Her hands pick one up quickly, examining it all over. Her own. With her brand new name. New information she’d have to get used to. To memorize for her fake identity. When did he have the time to plan this? Was this his game all along?

“Calvin.. this is *more* than generous.. how did you..” Misty looks up at him in the mirror, their eyes meeting for a moment. She doesn’t know how to feel- what to choose. She wouldn’t mind traveling the world with John- going anywhere and everywhere their hearts desired. But.. she had injected the V and planned revenge for so long.. She was still upset she’d passed up the opportunity to kill Butcher. Now everyone just got to.. get away? Move along like nothing happened to John? It’s not fair.

“Angel.. I never thought I would have powers like this.. I thought I would always be a weak human, watching from the sidelines as everyone else saved the world but- now that I have these powers, I want revenge. I want to kill whoever was behind doing this to you baby..” Misty’s attention turns to John as she knits her eyebrows together in a pleading way. As if revenge would wash away all that’d been done to Homelander. The kidnapping, the blindsiding, the beating and planned murder of him.. It was hard to even look at him in this state. Battered and beaten down. A busted lip and covered in purple markings. It was enough to ignite an anger in her unknown to man. A Woman’s Rage.

Calvin looked at the two in the mirror above him, biting the insides of his mouth. This was NOT the plan. Maeve would be more than furious if the two didn’t leave. Like now!

“Misty.. you naive little bunny..” Calvin chuckles, trying to play off his anxieties about the whole plan she was mustering up. Knowing that he was definitely one of those people she mentioned killing. “You don’t need to be playing hero. Get out of here- go somewhere nice and.. settle down..” Calvin tries not to grit his teeth saying that last bit. He had no respect for Homelander and certainly couldn’t imagine his sweet, fair Misty wedding and having a family with him. He was already angry their plan hadn’t worked. He had to improvise now.

“Im giving you the opportunity of a lifetime, sweetheart. Please- do what I’m telling you”..

[angelfacedarling]

Thank you for always doing my pretty boy justice <3 you draw him so perfect!! 🥹❤️

Jason experiencing Homelanders anger 💕

Scene for @angelfacedarling of her little guy!!! I LOVE HIM HE'S SOOO <3333

[angelfacedarling]

For my sweet @homelander-rp-blog ! I couldn’t pick a favorite- and I’ll be making them prettier a little later on. Here you go!

Our sweet Misty and John 💕

Made by me! @angelfacedarling

[angelfacedarling]

Misty can’t help but tense up hearing John softly scold her for taking V. She feels a little sad, even a little upset that he’d consider her acts for him careless. She did what she had to for love. For him. He couldn’t even comprehend what she had to do to get to him. Nobody else was coming to his rescue.. She only nods and softly turns to face the window. Biting the insides of her mouth. Holding back from arguing her case but also the from crying like she’d always done before. It wasn’t the time or place for it.

She does listen in on the two mens bantering. The mention of Soldier Boy does strike John, she can feel it in his voice. Not even having to look over to see he’s probably red in the face.

Calvins words do gather Misty in a way where she finally turns back to face them. Looking down at the passports that’d been thrown between them. Her hands pick one up quickly, examining it all over. Her own. With her brand new name. New information she’d have to get used to. To memorize for her fake identity. When did he have the time to plan this? Was this his game all along?

“Calvin.. this is *more* than generous.. how did you..” Misty looks up at him in the mirror, their eyes meeting for a moment. She doesn’t know how to feel- what to choose. She wouldn’t mind traveling the world with John- going anywhere and everywhere their hearts desired. But.. she had injected the V and planned revenge for so long.. She was still upset she’d passed up the opportunity to kill Butcher. Now everyone just got to.. get away? Move along like nothing happened to John? It’s not fair.

“Angel.. I never thought I would have powers like this.. I thought I would always be a weak human, watching from the sidelines as everyone else saved the world but- now that I have these powers, I want revenge. I want to kill whoever was behind doing this to you baby..” Misty’s attention turns to John as she knits her eyebrows together in a pleading way. As if revenge would wash away all that’d been done to Homelander. The kidnapping, the blindsiding, the beating and planned murder of him.. It was hard to even look at him in this state. Battered and beaten down. A busted lip and covered in purple markings. It was enough to ignite an anger in her unknown to man. A Woman’s Rage.

Calvin looked at the two in the mirror above him, biting the insides of his mouth. This was NOT the plan. Maeve would be more than furious if the two didn’t leave. Like now!

“Misty.. you naive little bunny..” Calvin chuckles, trying to play off his anxieties about the whole plan she was mustering up. Knowing that he was definitely one of those people she mentioned killing. “You don’t need to be playing hero. Get out of here- go somewhere nice and.. settle down..” Calvin tries not to grit his teeth saying that last bit. He had no respect for Homelander and certainly couldn’t imagine his sweet, fair Misty wedding and having a family with him. He was already angry their plan hadn’t worked. He had to improvise now.

“Im giving you the opportunity of a lifetime, sweetheart. Please- do what I’m telling you”..

Misty admired how even in John’s weakened state, he still held her small body behind his. Protective of her- as if he still had his powers. Calvin comes into view, having been behind the wheel and followed them into the woods. But it was to her shock that he’d admitted to loving her. She’d barely talked to him since that evening in the office.. How he could compare that to something like what her and John had was questionable.

“Angel.. we might just have to go with him, I don’t think we have much of a choice here..” Her voice was soft, yet firm in decision. She’d weighed the options as quickly as she could in their situation. Going with Calvin was beating the alternatives by a landslide. Of course, she was curious how he’d found her all the way out here..

“You two need to hurry, we don’t know when they’ll be back here!” Calvin urges them to gather into the truck. His voice and actions showing the severity of their situation. So- without another question, Misty grabbed Johns hand in her own and jumped into the truck with him. But not daring to break apart from his side. No- she didn’t want to give Calvin an illusion of affections after he’d just admitted to John that he loved her. It was a blessing in itself that John was depowered- she could only imagine the bloodshed that would’ve came if he’d uttered those words then.

Her hand stayed intertwined with John’s as she laid her head against his shoulder. Together again with her beloved. A hope she’d held onto. The very thing that gave her purpose. The thoughts of seeing him once more. Even depowered like this, he was so handsome. Same John really, but this hair.. it’s messy dark shade similar to her own. She could get used to this.

John and Misty sat in the backseat together as Calvin drove. Misty still felt indifferent to Calvin’s confession. She’d only wondered how John felt about it. Surely, angry but.. she hoped Calvin hadn’t given him the wrong idea.

“Hey honey..” Misty would say quietly against his shoulder. Making sure only he could hear. “How are you feeling? Tell me everything. Anything.. I want to hear it all..”

[angelfacedarling]

Jason was more than grateful for the crimson wing that’d come to his eyes rescue. Shielding him away from the bright, scorching sun. Valiant was so thoughtful, always helping him like it was just his second nature. A truly selfless Supe. He was too good for this damned world. And he was too good for Jason.

“That’s fantastic, Val! I’m glad he forgave you- I was worried I’d have to keep showing up late to distract him from nagging you” The blonde man would chuckle, bringing one of his hands up to softly admire the wings that were cloaked around him so protectively. The gentle feathers felt so soft, he couldn’t stop lightly brushing his fingers across them. It was the next best thing besides their beautiful ruby color.

Jason’s ears do peak in attention- at the mention of sharing a lunch with Percy. His heart did suddenly ache a little with memory of his hazing flight from the night before. Still cautious to ride again with the rambunctious boy.

“Hm.. I’m not sure if my stomach can handle another one of your.. expeditions.. but I’d love to grab lunch with you before the livestream” His lips would part to beam at Percy. Grabbing the other man’s hand but holding it a bit longer. Not letting go right away.

“I have a lot of favorites- there’s this pizza place on Main that has the besttt deep dish in the world or a nice quiet cafe on Broadway that serves the best drinks and snacks, like danishes or croissants. And don’t worry- none of them are Vought or Supe themed. What do you think, Percy? Do any of those sound good to you?” Jason’s blue eyes looked into Percy’s softly, hoping to get a choice from him. He was a huge foodie- but he’d never had someone to indulge in this passion with before. It was quite an exciting thought and the more they spoke about it, Jasons stomach embarrassingly enough made a guest appearance. Grumbling incredibly loud. His free hand clutched his stomach as his cheeks flushed, completely sheepish in the face.

“Can you tell I’m starved?” He jokes and looks off to the side. Rubbing his empty stomach. “Whatever you choose, we’ll have to be back here on time. I don’t think I can continue to save you from Ashley’s wrath much longer. She really has it out for you” Jason chuckles a bit before bringing the hand that massages his stomach up to play with Valiant’s hair teasingly so.

“Don’t take it personally though. I’m sure it’s only because you’re young and pretty”

Continued rp with @angelfacedarling pt. 3

Valiant gave an awkward smile listening to everyone babble amongst themselves, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't shake Homelander's eyes from him. Every sense in his body was telling him to flee, but he did his best to choke those thoughts down. Surely, Homelander couldn't be angry from his public appearance at Vought Casino right? Sure, maybe he was so unlucky it made him look like a fool in front of thousands of people, but... Valiant had nothing to do with that, he had to know that, right? His powers were flight, not luck. Sure, he did laugh at him, but it was purely in good sport! Was there something else he was forgetting...? 'A parakeet! What a jerk!' Valiant thought to himself, forcing a smile as he played with his fingers awkwardly, and opened his mouth to respond to the man before his friend walked through the doors. It was Jason! Valiant gave his usual boyish smile and fidgeted in his seat, obviously holding back the urge to walk over and greet him. He couldn't sit still for the life of him, but considering Homelander was here, he thought he'd better try. "Good morning! Looks like we're both late, huh?" He chuckled, feeling better about himself now that he wasn't the only one. In the Casino Valiant could lie, cheat and manipulative people and their situations so easily, like it was second nature. He could read them perfectly, but outside of his nest, he was quite naive. He hadn't realized Jason arrived late on purpose. He was just grateful he was here, and he felt himself relax his shoulders. Valiant kept smiling, in a better mood now before Maeve spoke, and that caught his attention. He blinked in surprise- she thought he was cute? Well, he's been complimented before, but it was unexpected coming from her, and admittedly she was always one of his favorite heroes. But Valiant couldn't even respond, before Homelander asked his question again, with more of a snarl in his voice. "Ah- uh, sorry... My name's Valiant. So, uh, what's the meeting for again?" The winged hero tried changing the subject, looking around for answers now but naturally, his eyes rested on Jason. After all, he was the first person he really met, and he seemed to know what was going on. Hell, it beat asking Homelander or Ashley, they'd probably call him a parakeet again, or worse. "Oh, is this about my movies? We should add this insane mafia in there, and like, some action flighty scenes!" It was pretty obvious the idea of movies and public appearances excited him the most. "Like John Wick, but you know, in the Casino. I know our patrons would looove it anyways."

[angelfacedarling]

Jason had heard Percy’s earlier words through the other side of the door. It’s all that calmed him down as he was occupied with overcoming Homelanders rage. The thought of joining him on the rooftop. Spending some time together with him. He could feel the anger- dark thoughts, all of it shifting away.

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Once Jason had finished up with Homelander, he gathered his things and headed for the rooftop where Valiant had promised to be. He could only imagine how good it might feel to be up there for him. Stretch his wings out, enjoy the sunshine. Plus, an amazing view of the city. It sounded like a perfect afternoon.

His feet padded against the winding staircase, coming closer to his destination. To Valiant. Although he was overjoyed to be met with this charismatic, handsome face again- the thoughts of him asking for an explanation for earlier did cross him. Striking a nervous pit into his stomach. What could he possibly say? It was going to be difficult keeping this charade up. The closer they were getting, the more it felt like a betrayal to lie so much and so often to him.

Soon, he found himself pushing past the door and being met with the sunny rays he’d so dreamt about. His eyes flinched softly as he chuckled to himself. Not expecting it to be this bright! It wasn’t until he’d shielded his eyes away with his hand that he’d noticed Valiant planted on the ground- his legs dangling through the balcony railings bars. It was a cute position, even more so- flattering that he’d waited for him up here as long as he did. Jason walked over to join Valiants side, taking a seat and planting right next to him. Not minding if his suit got dirty. His legs matched the other man’s, straight through the railings bars.

“Sorry I took so long..” Jason started with a cheeky smile. His hand raised once more to shield the beams off of him so he could stare over at the Supe. “You wouldn’t believe it, but Homelander can reallyyy talk your ear off if he’s comfortable with you” The sound of his laughter filled the silence between them. Trying to make light of the situation that Valiant had witnessed just before. Surely, he’d have to find a way to thank Percy later for coming to save him from Homelander’s wrath. The act was more than heroic- it was unbelievably selfless. He couldn’t imagine the fear that was going through Percy’s mind the whole time.

“Oh yeah- how was the introduction video? Not too tedious was it? I’ve never gotten to see it- so..” Jason inquired, finally giving up on blocking out the sun. He leaned back- resting his palms on the concrete rooftop below them. His eyes squinting as he let the sun wash over them. The glow amplifying the colors of his strawberry blonde hair. “Man it’s nice up here.. I bet your wings are really enjoying this fresh air. I’m surprised you don’t have them all stretched out with how much freedom and space there is up here”

Continued rp with @angelfacedarling pt. 3

Valiant gave an awkward smile listening to everyone babble amongst themselves, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't shake Homelander's eyes from him. Every sense in his body was telling him to flee, but he did his best to choke those thoughts down. Surely, Homelander couldn't be angry from his public appearance at Vought Casino right? Sure, maybe he was so unlucky it made him look like a fool in front of thousands of people, but... Valiant had nothing to do with that, he had to know that, right? His powers were flight, not luck. Sure, he did laugh at him, but it was purely in good sport! Was there something else he was forgetting...? 'A parakeet! What a jerk!' Valiant thought to himself, forcing a smile as he played with his fingers awkwardly, and opened his mouth to respond to the man before his friend walked through the doors. It was Jason! Valiant gave his usual boyish smile and fidgeted in his seat, obviously holding back the urge to walk over and greet him. He couldn't sit still for the life of him, but considering Homelander was here, he thought he'd better try. "Good morning! Looks like we're both late, huh?" He chuckled, feeling better about himself now that he wasn't the only one. In the Casino Valiant could lie, cheat and manipulative people and their situations so easily, like it was second nature. He could read them perfectly, but outside of his nest, he was quite naive. He hadn't realized Jason arrived late on purpose. He was just grateful he was here, and he felt himself relax his shoulders. Valiant kept smiling, in a better mood now before Maeve spoke, and that caught his attention. He blinked in surprise- she thought he was cute? Well, he's been complimented before, but it was unexpected coming from her, and admittedly she was always one of his favorite heroes. But Valiant couldn't even respond, before Homelander asked his question again, with more of a snarl in his voice. "Ah- uh, sorry... My name's Valiant. So, uh, what's the meeting for again?" The winged hero tried changing the subject, looking around for answers now but naturally, his eyes rested on Jason. After all, he was the first person he really met, and he seemed to know what was going on. Hell, it beat asking Homelander or Ashley, they'd probably call him a parakeet again, or worse. "Oh, is this about my movies? We should add this insane mafia in there, and like, some action flighty scenes!" It was pretty obvious the idea of movies and public appearances excited him the most. "Like John Wick, but you know, in the Casino. I know our patrons would looove it anyways."

[angelfacedarling]

Misty admired how even in John’s weakened state, he still held her small body behind his. Protective of her- as if he still had his powers. Calvin comes into view, having been behind the wheel and followed them into the woods. But it was to her shock that he’d admitted to loving her. She’d barely talked to him since that evening in the office.. How he could compare that to something like what her and John had was questionable.

“Angel.. we might just have to go with him, I don’t think we have much of a choice here..” Her voice was soft, yet firm in decision. She’d weighed the options as quickly as she could in their situation. Going with Calvin was beating the alternatives by a landslide. Of course, she was curious how he’d found her all the way out here..

“You two need to hurry, we don’t know when they’ll be back here!” Calvin urges them to gather into the truck. His voice and actions showing the severity of their situation. So- without another question, Misty grabbed Johns hand in her own and jumped into the truck with him. But not daring to break apart from his side. No- she didn’t want to give Calvin an illusion of affections after he’d just admitted to John that he loved her. It was a blessing in itself that John was depowered- she could only imagine the bloodshed that would’ve came if he’d uttered those words then.

Her hand stayed intertwined with John’s as she laid her head against his shoulder. Together again with her beloved. A hope she’d held onto. The very thing that gave her purpose. The thoughts of seeing him once more. Even depowered like this, he was so handsome. Same John really, but this hair.. it’s messy dark shade similar to her own. She could get used to this.

John and Misty sat in the backseat together as Calvin drove. Misty still felt indifferent to Calvin’s confession. She’d only wondered how John felt about it. Surely, angry but.. she hoped Calvin hadn’t given him the wrong idea.

“Hey honey..” Misty would say quietly against his shoulder. Making sure only he could hear. “How are you feeling? Tell me everything. Anything.. I want to hear it all..”

She wants to fight back against his hold on her. Stopping her from finishing this man once and for all. This terrible soul.. Butcher. Her anger in full swing, knowing no limits for this man. She would’ve ended him too, if not for John’s intervention.

As John holds her arms back- she’s slowly calming down, his gentle words like a healing balm for chaotic behavior. Yes, he’s soothing her mind. Filling her with emotions she’d felt before. Love.

Misty’s eyes fade back to the greens he’s so loved before. Pacifying her ever so sweetly. She turned to look at him. As if broken away from her trance. Seeing the way he was nestled against her like that. Sniffing her hair once again. Her perfume. It felt like her heart was finally beating again.

“John..” Her bottom lip quivers as she sucks back tears. They’re flooding her vision- clouding him away. Her rough mask she’d been keeping on finally coming to a sliding collapse. “I thought I was never going to see you again..”

She whimpered, nuzzling right back against his affections. Never wanting to be apart from him. But also- not believing this was real. It felt like a dream to hear his voice. See his face again. It didn’t even matter if he looked different now. He was still her John.

Butcher was still knocked out against the cage. Covered in his own blood. Still purple from his previous asphyxiation. Misty looked back at Butcher and then at John, her eyes pleading suddenly. As if remembering there will be people here soon- looking for him. Maybe even to stop him from killing John. She grabs both of his hands in her own, lips parting once more.

“We need to go now-“ Her tone serious and urgent, beginning to lead him towards the exit. The door no longer there. “My poor, sweet John.. you’re so battered.. are you able to run..?”Her eyes roam across his form, taking in all of the damage. As badly as she wanted to stay back and do worse to Butcher- they desperately needed to leave.

[angelfacedarling]

She wants to fight back against his hold on her. Stopping her from finishing this man once and for all. This terrible soul.. Butcher. Her anger in full swing, knowing no limits for this man. She would’ve ended him too, if not for John’s intervention.

As John holds her arms back- she’s slowly calming down, his gentle words like a healing balm for chaotic behavior. Yes, he’s soothing her mind. Filling her with emotions she’d felt before. Love.

Misty’s eyes fade back to the greens he’s so loved before. Pacifying her ever so sweetly. She turned to look at him. As if broken away from her trance. Seeing the way he was nestled against her like that. Sniffing her hair once again. Her perfume. It felt like her heart was finally beating again.

“John..” Her bottom lip quivers as she sucks back tears. They’re flooding her vision- clouding him away. Her rough mask she’d been keeping on finally coming to a sliding collapse. “I thought I was never going to see you again..”

She whimpered, nuzzling right back against his affections. Never wanting to be apart from him. But also- not believing this was real. It felt like a dream to hear his voice. See his face again. It didn’t even matter if he looked different now. He was still her John.

Butcher was still knocked out against the cage. Covered in his own blood. Still purple from his previous asphyxiation. Misty looked back at Butcher and then at John, her eyes pleading suddenly. As if remembering there will be people here soon- looking for him. Maybe even to stop him from killing John. She grabs both of his hands in her own, lips parting once more.

“We need to go now-“ Her tone serious and urgent, beginning to lead him towards the exit. The door no longer there. “My poor, sweet John.. you’re so battered.. are you able to run..?”Her eyes roam across his form, taking in all of the damage. As badly as she wanted to stay back and do worse to Butcher- they desperately needed to leave.

A forest. In the middle of nowhere. Butcher was proving to be a god damn cliche. Almost immediately, Misty had begun her adventure to save John. Soldier Boy’s paid debt and rare kindness would not go to waste. She ran- as fast as her legs would take her, to that not so safe location. Not anymore. Butcher better thank his lucky stars she’s not there yet.

Better yet, Misty had already figured her powers out along the way. Her abilities tested when she’d hoped to accept a ride from a man she thought was kind. Yet, turned out to be just like everyone else around her as of late. Taking justice into her own hands- she’d flipped that vile man’s car- setting it ablaze. An act she wasn’t sure if she would tell anyone. Definitely not John- no, she didn’t want his vision of innocence for her to rot away at her bastardly acts. She’s still not even sure if he would accept her like this- riled up and mad on Temp V.

She took Soldier Boys advice and told no one about her rescue mission. Even more so, her mind was still stuck on his words. A leak.. A leak was behind this? The reason her John was kidnapped and tortured.. or worse.. Revenge was something she’d planned to enact when all of this was over. She was going to tear whoever was the leak to pieces.

The building is small, black and rusted in the distance. It looks like an old shack of some sorts. Yes.. this is the building Soldier Boy described. Where her dear John was being held against his will. Oh John.. her heart yearned for his gentle caressing and soft kiss. How could anyone see him as a monster when he was so gentle to her? Loved her..

She crouches, edging closer and staking out the building. Listening for any sign of multiple voices. Anything to let her know just how many people were in there. Her feet padded closer through the dewy grass, Butchers voice becoming a bit more loud as she drew near.

“Ya know? I’ve thought about this for a long time. You and me..” Butcher can be heard explaining, as if he’s some kind of supervillain in his own right. His Cockney accent low and gravely to the ear. She’s right at the door- waiting to hear his spiel. “Ever’ since you took my sweet Becca from me. I thought about how I wanted to off ya’. But this..”

Her body jumps, hearing what sounds like a loud smack against John. Nothing dense- it had to be Butchers hand. He’s toying with him. Torturing him. Thinking nobody is coming. Well, Butcher..

Misty is thankful for Hughies unknowingly careless ways- leaving the door nice and unlocked. Her hands draw forward, grabbing and ripping the door off its hinges with her newfound telekinetic powers. She watches as Butcher’s eyes meet her own. Ignorant to herself, while like this- engaging in her powers, those beautiful greens have disappeared. Only to be replaced with a fully whited out iris. A symptom of the strain from her psychokinetic powers. She sees John on the floor, battered and beaten. His blonde hair has faded away. He’s - human. Just like her. How she was. .

“Ain’t this a sweet lil’ surprise? Homelander’s shagpiece came all this way to save his sorry arse” Butcher stands menacingly, looking between Misty and John. His figure remains in place, standing above John. Unyielding, not even flinching at Misty. Despite how crazy she’d probably looked right now. “This is rich-“

Misty brings her hand forth immediately, choking Butcher and holding him up against the cage. Curling her fingers to apply even more pressure to the man’s neck. Her eyes low and brows furrowed. This was the man- who for so long- caused John the utmost problems. Even more so- depowering him. Misty knew John had to be feeling so humiliated through it all. So- she will humiliate him. Pressing him against this cage in front of John, snorting and crying against her powers. Gasping for air to fill his once precious lungs.

“You.. are going to suffer for what you’ve done to him..”

[angelfacedarling]

A forest. In the middle of nowhere. Butcher was proving to be a god damn cliche. Almost immediately, Misty had begun her adventure to save John. Soldier Boy’s paid debt and rare kindness would not go to waste. She ran- as fast as her legs would take her, to that not so safe location. Not anymore. Butcher better thank his lucky stars she’s not there yet.

Better yet, Misty had already figured her powers out along the way. Her abilities tested when she’d hoped to accept a ride from a man she thought was kind. Yet, turned out to be just like everyone else around her as of late. Taking justice into her own hands- she’d flipped that vile man’s car- setting it ablaze. An act she wasn’t sure if she would tell anyone. Definitely not John- no, she didn’t want his vision of innocence for her to rot away at her bastardly acts. She’s still not even sure if he would accept her like this- riled up and mad on Temp V.

She took Soldier Boys advice and told no one about her rescue mission. Even more so, her mind was still stuck on his words. A leak.. A leak was behind this? The reason her John was kidnapped and tortured.. or worse.. Revenge was something she’d planned to enact when all of this was over. She was going to tear whoever was the leak to pieces.

The building is small, black and rusted in the distance. It looks like an old shack of some sorts. Yes.. this is the building Soldier Boy described. Where her dear John was being held against his will. Oh John.. her heart yearned for his gentle caressing and soft kiss. How could anyone see him as a monster when he was so gentle to her? Loved her..

She crouches, edging closer and staking out the building. Listening for any sign of multiple voices. Anything to let her know just how many people were in there. Her feet padded closer through the dewy grass, Butchers voice becoming a bit more loud as she drew near.

“Ya know? I’ve thought about this for a long time. You and me..” Butcher can be heard explaining, as if he’s some kind of supervillain in his own right. His Cockney accent low and gravely to the ear. She’s right at the door- waiting to hear his spiel. “Ever’ since you took my sweet Becca from me. I thought about how I wanted to off ya’. But this..”

Her body jumps, hearing what sounds like a loud smack against John. Nothing dense- it had to be Butchers hand. He’s toying with him. Torturing him. Thinking nobody is coming. Well, Butcher..

Misty is thankful for Hughies unknowingly careless ways- leaving the door nice and unlocked. Her hands draw forward, grabbing and ripping the door off its hinges with her newfound telekinetic powers. She watches as Butcher’s eyes meet her own. Ignorant to herself, while like this- engaging in her powers, those beautiful greens have disappeared. Only to be replaced with a fully whited out iris. A symptom of the strain from her psychokinetic powers. She sees John on the floor, battered and beaten. His blonde hair has faded away. He’s - human. Just like her. How she was. .

“Ain’t this a sweet lil’ surprise? Homelander’s shagpiece came all this way to save his sorry arse” Butcher stands menacingly, looking between Misty and John. His figure remains in place, standing above John. Unyielding, not even flinching at Misty. Despite how crazy she’d probably looked right now. “This is rich-“

Misty brings her hand forth immediately, choking Butcher and holding him up against the cage. Curling her fingers to apply even more pressure to the man’s neck. Her eyes low and brows furrowed. This was the man- who for so long- caused John the utmost problems. Even more so- depowering him. Misty knew John had to be feeling so humiliated through it all. So- she will humiliate him. Pressing him against this cage in front of John, snorting and crying against her powers. Gasping for air to fill his once precious lungs.

“You.. are going to suffer for what you’ve done to him..”

Maeve’s words only burn her ears. It feels like shes giving up. It wouldn’t be logical to stop now. Yet, how could she expect them to care as much as she does? None of them could love John as she had..

Her blood was boiling- not only from the anger, but from the V she’d shot up before coming all this way. The only person who knew was Ashley. Not wanting the others to call her foolish for such a last minute decision. She really didn’t need to hear Maeve’s scoldings about the choice. Especially not after she was already declaring their departure from the search.

It’s not soon after that a familiar voice rings out through the mayhem. It’s Calvin- coming to her aid with a warm blanket and even hotter coffee. At this point, she really was wondering if he was Clark Kent. He leads her to a seat, in which she follows and takes one next to him. Stressed out would be an understatement for her. Her mind was plagued with terrible thoughts. Meanwhile her body was in quiet discomfort from the V.

He gives her more reassurances, even patting her back softly. Being this close to him feels wrong. Sitting next to another man when John’s still out there. They could be doing anything to him. ‘My poor sweet Angel..’

Her eyes look up to see Maeve has made her way over. Between Maeve and Calvin’s claims she’s not sure who to give it to. Her mind juggles the possibilities before landing to Calvin, softly whispering to him. “Please.. please tell me it’s anything to help bring John back..”

-

Sooner than later, she makes her way back to the tower. Feeling just as helpless as before. Even worse, her head was pounding from that Temp V. A migraine that had almost felt skull-splitting. She needed a shower- rest. Even if she did want to find John, she was in no condition after today. She was moving too fast. Something the others had to drill into her for her to recognize that.

As the doorknob twists, she practically jumps at the sight on her couch. Soldier Boy had made himself at home- sitting on her couch, slouched back with Alice in his lap. He played with her absentmindedly before his eyes met hers. Two different sets of greens locked onto each other’s. He doesn’t say anything for a moment- as if giving her time to see that he’s here. Really here, in her own apartment.

Misty stands still, unsure what to do. Was he here to kill her? A way to hurt John even more? Her fists sit at her sides, tightening in fear before finally his voice rings out.

“So what- you’ve given up already..?”

He sounds almost offended oddly enough. His hands still working to play and mold against her tiny kittens brain.

“What is it with women and giving up so easily..? If it was me, I’d be-“

“Are you real?” Misty interrupts him, causing an almost instantaneous fit of laughter from him. He stands hearing those words, dropping sweet Alice on the couch. Sauntering over, his eyes never leaving hers. As if to intimidate her with his presence alone.

“Of course I’m fuckin real.. does this feel real..?” His hand is suddenly clasp against her windpipe, holding her up with unbridled strength. His eyes dark with a pleased grin to himself. His chest erupting once more in a low chuckle. “I don’t know what the hell you see in that brat, but I will tell you this sweetheart. If I was out there- rotting away in some fuckin cabin..” His lip sort of trembles, making Misty wonder what could’ve caused him to suddenly feel indifferent. Sure he was John’s father but did he care that much for him secretly? Little did Misty know, he was only recalling what the Countess had did to him. Only helping her as a way to enact revenge. To teach her to be better for John. Homelander didn’t deserve to feel such a betrayal.

He drops Misty, her hands immediately scrambling to her throat. Gasping, soft collective inhales followed by her own spit leaking to the floor. Struggling to regain her breaths. He’s looking down at her now- pitifully so, before he kneels down to meet her eye level again.

“He’s useless now- depowered, human.. weak.. kind of like you” He remarks as if it’s some kind of joke. She only wishes she had the strength to punch that jaw of his. However, she can only listen. Wondering what his game was here. “I can give you their locations- hell, I don’t give a shit what happens to Butcher now. I’m a free man. As long as you MAKE SURE that whiny fucker doesn’t come back here. I’m the new leader of The Seven. He can fuck off and go work at Voughtland for all I care”

Mistys heart drums rapidly, hearing the news. He’ll just give it to her like that? Her thoughts overwhelmed her.. Surely, if he wanted to kill her he’d just do it. Right? As she regained her voice again, she looked up at him with a thankful nod.

“Okay.. I-I can do that..” Her voice was shaky, trembling even. She planted her butt on the ground, listening to further instruction. Not wanting to piss off the man that’d so graciously decided to help her.

“One more thing-“ He licks his lips before continuing, eyebrows firm and furrowed. “Don’t tell any of these Vought idiots where you’re going. You just need to go. Butcher’s working with a leak that’s been telling him every time you guys have been close on them. You need to go, alone. I fuckin mean that too”

[angelfacedarling]

Jason’s hand twists the doorknob, but just as quickly, he’s nearly knocked to the floor. At first, he imagines it’s Homelander- but to his surprise Valiant had chased after him. Jason’s own heart stopped at the act of heroism. It was sweet yes, but against Homelander? It was the closest thing to a death wish.

Homelander was ready to remind him of that. His eyes flashing at him immediately as he turned to face the familiar Supe. He was already proving to be a pain in his ass! The same determination and fuckin’ hero complex he’d seen from Starlight!

“WE- have nothing to talk about. Now get the fuck in there” When he’s finished, he looks to Jason and pats his back aggressively, as if to push him into the room. Overwhelmed with a mix of emotions. Jason appreciated Valiants distraction, but Homelander was as unwilling as he was stubborn.

Unless..

Jason did take note in how close they were. He could easily touch him- I mean, he was seconds away from it when they were in this room anyways. Homelanders hold is so tight it’s crushing his arm at this point. That would be a good excuse, a good reasoning to touch him so it’s not suspicious. “Homelander..” Jason wouldn’t dare say his real name out here. His hand slowly moving forward to touch the other man’s gripping hand. Both of their flesh meeting and soon Jason is working him like magic.

He’s scared for a moment- it looks like Homelander is fighting back. Looking frightened, confused. Jason works vigorously to exchange those erratic emotions from him. Taking in all his anger, insecurity, stress. Flooding him with more pleasant things; Confidence, happiness, contentment. Jason let’s go of him as he’s flooded with Homelanders intense rage almost immediately. He wants to slam and break everything around him. But also.. cry? This was a new feeling for sure.

Homelander blinks for a moment, confused on what had changed so suddenly. He was feeling better- as if his hatred for Valiant was a symptom of some strange ailment. His eyes looked up at Valiants, still trying to piece what had just happened.

“I’m sorry- that was odd..” Homelander laughs nervously, half-embarrassed he’d just been moments from ripping his head off. The other half actually nervous for his sudden change in feelings. It was scaring even him- that was saying something. “Um.. yeah about the Casino- don’t worry about it right? I get it, you have a business to uphold. Sometimes you gotta embarrass a few Schmucks like me to get by, eh?” He jokes through gritted teeth, but there’s no anger behind it. He can’t? Why can’t he get angry right now? The only thing seething from that mouth- for the meanwhile- is sarcasm. Jason numbing his big dumb head for just a bit.

Meanwhile, Jason is shaking in pure rage. He doesn’t like the thoughts he’s got about Valiant right now. They’re not his own. Terrible, untrue words clouding his mind. Homelander’s words and thoughts. Was this Supe’s messed up mind enough to break a fourth wall with his powers? He’d never felt someone so intensely he’d gotten the thoughts they’d felt with that associated emotion. He was not a fan of this at all. As the two talk- Jason runs into his office and slams the door, locking it shut. He had to remember to thank Valiant in some way before the livestream. Right now- he had to stay away from him.

‘Fuckin’ brat.. making a fool out of me in front of everyone! They’re laughing at me!! All of them.. I’m being laughed at by mud people!!’

“God.. stop.. that’s not true..” Jason held his head with both hands, his breath heaving wildly. “How does this man hear himself talk.. god sakes..”

Jason grabs the trash can next to his desk and throws it across the room. His rage insatiable. Homelanders rage-

It was scary to think if he hadn’t intervened.. Homelander was this angry.. could he have killed Valiant? He couldn’t imagine how not.. As he trashed his office to hell, that thought stayed buried deep in his mind. Right now, he had some emotional high to come down from.

Continued rp with @angelfacedarling pt. 3

Valiant gave an awkward smile listening to everyone babble amongst themselves, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't shake Homelander's eyes from him. Every sense in his body was telling him to flee, but he did his best to choke those thoughts down. Surely, Homelander couldn't be angry from his public appearance at Vought Casino right? Sure, maybe he was so unlucky it made him look like a fool in front of thousands of people, but... Valiant had nothing to do with that, he had to know that, right? His powers were flight, not luck. Sure, he did laugh at him, but it was purely in good sport! Was there something else he was forgetting...? 'A parakeet! What a jerk!' Valiant thought to himself, forcing a smile as he played with his fingers awkwardly, and opened his mouth to respond to the man before his friend walked through the doors. It was Jason! Valiant gave his usual boyish smile and fidgeted in his seat, obviously holding back the urge to walk over and greet him. He couldn't sit still for the life of him, but considering Homelander was here, he thought he'd better try. "Good morning! Looks like we're both late, huh?" He chuckled, feeling better about himself now that he wasn't the only one. In the Casino Valiant could lie, cheat and manipulative people and their situations so easily, like it was second nature. He could read them perfectly, but outside of his nest, he was quite naive. He hadn't realized Jason arrived late on purpose. He was just grateful he was here, and he felt himself relax his shoulders. Valiant kept smiling, in a better mood now before Maeve spoke, and that caught his attention. He blinked in surprise- she thought he was cute? Well, he's been complimented before, but it was unexpected coming from her, and admittedly she was always one of his favorite heroes. But Valiant couldn't even respond, before Homelander asked his question again, with more of a snarl in his voice. "Ah- uh, sorry... My name's Valiant. So, uh, what's the meeting for again?" The winged hero tried changing the subject, looking around for answers now but naturally, his eyes rested on Jason. After all, he was the first person he really met, and he seemed to know what was going on. Hell, it beat asking Homelander or Ashley, they'd probably call him a parakeet again, or worse. "Oh, is this about my movies? We should add this insane mafia in there, and like, some action flighty scenes!" It was pretty obvious the idea of movies and public appearances excited him the most. "Like John Wick, but you know, in the Casino. I know our patrons would looove it anyways."

[angelfacedarling]

Maeve’s words only burn her ears. It feels like shes giving up. It wouldn’t be logical to stop now. Yet, how could she expect them to care as much as she does? None of them could love John as she had..

Her blood was boiling- not only from the anger, but from the V she’d shot up before coming all this way. The only person who knew was Ashley. Not wanting the others to call her foolish for such a last minute decision. She really didn’t need to hear Maeve’s scoldings about the choice. Especially not after she was already declaring their departure from the search.

It’s not soon after that a familiar voice rings out through the mayhem. It’s Calvin- coming to her aid with a warm blanket and even hotter coffee. At this point, she really was wondering if he was Clark Kent. He leads her to a seat, in which she follows and takes one next to him. Stressed out would be an understatement for her. Her mind was plagued with terrible thoughts. Meanwhile her body was in quiet discomfort from the V.

He gives her more reassurances, even patting her back softly. Being this close to him feels wrong. Sitting next to another man when John’s still out there. They could be doing anything to him. ‘My poor sweet Angel..’

Her eyes look up to see Maeve has made her way over. Between Maeve and Calvin’s claims she’s not sure who to give it to. Her mind juggles the possibilities before landing to Calvin, softly whispering to him. “Please.. please tell me it’s anything to help bring John back..”

-

Sooner than later, she makes her way back to the tower. Feeling just as helpless as before. Even worse, her head was pounding from that Temp V. A migraine that had almost felt skull-splitting. She needed a shower- rest. Even if she did want to find John, she was in no condition after today. She was moving too fast. Something the others had to drill into her for her to recognize that.

As the doorknob twists, she practically jumps at the sight on her couch. Soldier Boy had made himself at home- sitting on her couch, slouched back with Alice in his lap. He played with her absentmindedly before his eyes met hers. Two different sets of greens locked onto each other’s. He doesn’t say anything for a moment- as if giving her time to see that he’s here. Really here, in her own apartment.

Misty stands still, unsure what to do. Was he here to kill her? A way to hurt John even more? Her fists sit at her sides, tightening in fear before finally his voice rings out.

“So what- you’ve given up already..?”

He sounds almost offended oddly enough. His hands still working to play and mold against her tiny kittens brain.

“What is it with women and giving up so easily..? If it was me, I’d be-“

“Are you real?” Misty interrupts him, causing an almost instantaneous fit of laughter from him. He stands hearing those words, dropping sweet Alice on the couch. Sauntering over, his eyes never leaving hers. As if to intimidate her with his presence alone.

“Of course I’m fuckin real.. does this feel real..?” His hand is suddenly clasp against her windpipe, holding her up with unbridled strength. His eyes dark with a pleased grin to himself. His chest erupting once more in a low chuckle. “I don’t know what the hell you see in that brat, but I will tell you this sweetheart. If I was out there- rotting away in some fuckin cabin..” His lip sort of trembles, making Misty wonder what could’ve caused him to suddenly feel indifferent. Sure he was John’s father but did he care that much for him secretly? Little did Misty know, he was only recalling what the Countess had did to him. Only helping her as a way to enact revenge. To teach her to be better for John. Homelander didn’t deserve to feel such a betrayal.

He drops Misty, her hands immediately scrambling to her throat. Gasping, soft collective inhales followed by her own spit leaking to the floor. Struggling to regain her breaths. He’s looking down at her now- pitifully so, before he kneels down to meet her eye level again.

“He’s useless now- depowered, human.. weak.. kind of like you” He remarks as if it’s some kind of joke. She only wishes she had the strength to punch that jaw of his. However, she can only listen. Wondering what his game was here. “I can give you their locations- hell, I don’t give a shit what happens to Butcher now. I’m a free man. As long as you MAKE SURE that whiny fucker doesn’t come back here. I’m the new leader of The Seven. He can fuck off and go work at Voughtland for all I care”

Mistys heart drums rapidly, hearing the news. He’ll just give it to her like that? Her thoughts overwhelmed her.. Surely, if he wanted to kill her he’d just do it. Right? As she regained her voice again, she looked up at him with a thankful nod.

“Okay.. I-I can do that..” Her voice was shaky, trembling even. She planted her butt on the ground, listening to further instruction. Not wanting to piss off the man that’d so graciously decided to help her.

“One more thing-“ He licks his lips before continuing, eyebrows firm and furrowed. “Don’t tell any of these Vought idiots where you’re going. You just need to go. Butcher’s working with a leak that’s been telling him every time you guys have been close on them. You need to go, alone. I fuckin mean that too”

Misty’s hands never left her small cat. Petting her small head so repetitively, absolutely zoned out. Her mind was so cluttered and worried with thought, she didn’t hear the soft baby crying and meowing right with her. Feeling every ounce of her anxiety right now.

The hours only continue to pass by. Her eyes would dart up and check the clock religiously. 4, 5, 6.. Soon to be seven in the morning. Her eyes’ color amplified with how much crying she’d done. Her face no longer holding that irresistible glow- replaced with low, pale lifeless skin. This was the most awful she’d ever felt.

Rapid pounding on her door thunders and breaks her away from this heartache. Her hands place Alice and she immediately jumps up from the couch. Almost matching speeds with A-Train scrambling to the door. Her hands coil and twist quickly, being met with Ashley’s panicked eyes.

“They’ve got him! God damnit they’ve got him..” Ashley cries hysterically, almost matching how Misty’s been all night. Her hair a crazed mess of oranges and reds. She holds Mistys shoulders, looking her deep in the eyes. “I’m so sorry- we have to go. There’s a worldwide search party. They WILL find him.. I promise you”

It’s all too much to process. Misty’s heart is shattering- crumbling in her tightened chest. She can’t breath..

Yet, she can’t just fall to her knees and sob, as much as she wants to. Her hands clench into fists, feeling helpless like this. Human. Weak. Fragile. This pit in her stomach quick to consume her. She’ll vomit soon if she can’t be out there- helping at least a little. But even so- an idea dawns on her. She turns and grabs Ashley now, her voice desperate as much as she was just now.

“Give me temp V.. I’ll kill those bastards myself..” Furrowed brows, a raised tone. This wasn’t like her at all. Her love for John overwhelming her senses. He should be here with her- not rotting away captured by some cowards who work in pairs. She’s every ounce of serious on this. Nails digging in hard to the skin. “It’s not a request Ashley. Bring the V and I’ll get packed. Don’t try to talk me out of this”

-

The rescue team walks together. A-Train, Ashley, Misty, The Deep, Noir, Maeve. All of them comforting Misty in their own way. However, she can’t pay them any mind. Her heart is in shambles, her blood boiling hot and angry. She only has one goal in mind.

“Over here! I found something” The Deep beacons us over, the rest of the search party joining. Military members. Forensics. Anyone who could give us a clue, really. Her eyes linger down to see he’s gathered a phone. Her heart swells with hope- looks like those bastards aren’t as smart as they’d hoped to be. She retrieved the phone from him- scrolling and searching desperately for evidence.

It takes her some time but soon she finds it. An address-

“Holy fucking shit.. we’ve got it.. we’ve got the address..” Her hands trembling against the phone. So hard she may drop it. Turning the screen towards them to reveal, her eyes well furthermore with warm, flooding tears. “We have to go now!”

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