Soldier Boy had a reputation.

Not just for being the first superhero, the All-American golden boy, or a walking billboard for wartime masculinity — no, Soldier Boy was known for something far more primal:

He was always horny.

It wasn’t a secret. Everyone on Payback knew it. Hell, Vought practically branded it into his public persona — the steely jawline, the tight-fitting suit, the cocky smirk that looked like it belonged on a cigarette ad from the ‘50s. The man oozed testosterone like a leaking gas line. And just like a gas leak, he was unpredictable, explosive, and liable to say the most deranged shit with absolutely no shame.

Still, he had a type. He could appreciate any body — a tight ass here, a nice waist there — but when it came to what really got him going?

Tits.

Big, soft, perfect tits.

And unfortunately for Crimson Countess, hers were just... fine. Not bad. Enough to keep Soldier Boy entertained in the dark between missions. She had that fire, that bite he liked in bed — but the way she talked? Like a goddamn mosquito in heat. She never shut the fuck up. Nagging, whining, always on about “respect” and “boundaries” like he was supposed to care.

He'd tune her out. Let her talk while his mind wandered to you.

You, who walked onto the compound like you didn’t give a fuck. Low-cut tops, tight uniforms. You didn’t need powers to melt a man’s brain — you just had to lean forward, cross your arms, and boom. Instant mindfuck.

Soldier Boy nearly choked the first time he saw you. Eyes glued like a dog staring at a steak.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, practically winded. “Those real?”