As Homelander In Multiverse

"Please wait a moment."

Hearing Supervisor Mick call out from behind, Starlight tensed up but managed to maintain a calm and composed expression as she turned around.

She flashed a charming smile. "Is there something you need?"

Mick looked slightly embarrassed. He scratched at the thinning hair on his hairline before speaking.

"Well, uh… Could you sign an autograph for me?"

Starlight blinked in surprise before relaxing. She smiled warmly. "Oh? So you're a fan of mine."

"No, no, no!" Mick waved his hands quickly. "It's actually for my son. He's a huge fan of yours."

"He even wants to buy your battle suit."

"You wouldn't believe it—his room is covered in your posters. His computer? Filled with videos of you."

"To him, you're an idol."

"Of course, I like you too," Mick added, chuckling awkwardly.

Starlight laughed. "Thank you both for your support. Where would you like me to sign?"

"Oh, oh! Hold on a second."

Mick hurriedly grabbed a notebook, flipped it open, and held it out. "Right here would be great."

Taking the offered pen and paper, Starlight neatly signed "Starlight" and even added a little smiley face.

"Hah! My son is going to lose his mind over this!" Mick grinned, then pulled out his phone. "Could we take a picture together?"

"Of course."

Adjusting her suit, Starlight placed a hand on her collar and bent her knees slightly, making Mick appear taller in the frame.

After snapping the photo, Mick repeatedly thanked her and personally escorted her out of the lab.

Once she stepped outside, Starlight finally let out a long breath.

"That scared the hell out of me. Thought I was busted for a second."

"Good thing he just wanted an autograph."

She quickly made her way back to the event venue, and before long, resumed her role as a tour guide.

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Monday.

Dulham Fort Military Base.

Defense Minister Connor adjusted his tie as he glanced at Wilson, the Secretary of Defense's long-legged secretary.

"Miss Megan, how do I look?"

Connor turned to face the strikingly beautiful secretary, whose elegant yet sultry appearance could rival that of a Victoria's Secret model. Her form-fitting professional attire only served to accentuate her curves.

And those lips—plump, ruby-red, and glistening like ripe cherries—just begging for a bite.

Megan smiled slightly. "You look great, sir. No need to worry."

At that moment, the distant roar of aircraft engines filled the air.

Two C-5 transport planes touched down on the runway, their massive cargo bays opening as a steady stream of soldiers disembarked.

These were the elite warriors of Delta Force, recalled and assembled into a 500-man combat unit.

A force placed under Homelander's command.

Each soldier carried an unmistakable air of sharpness and defiance, their expressions steeled by countless battles.

Fully equipped, they marched in unison under the blazing sun, looking every bit like a war-forged machine of destruction.

As they approached, a middle-aged officer stepped forward, his dark, weathered face twisting into an amused grin.

"Good morning, Minister Connor."

"Lieutenant Coty, reporting in."

He handed over a document.

Then, he extended a large, calloused hand covered in fine hairs.

Lieutenant Coty wasn't particularly tall, but his stocky, muscular frame stretched his uniform to the limit, making it seem like it might tear apart at any moment.

He was built like a human anvil, exuding sheer toughness and intensity.

Connor hesitated for a moment before shaking the lieutenant's hand.

Thankfully, Coty didn't squeeze—just a firm grip before releasing it.

Then, he smirked. "So… where's our commander?"

The words had barely left his mouth when—

BOOM!

A sonic boom split the air.

The soldiers instinctively looked up.

Against the brilliant blue sky, a shadow streaked past at mind-numbing speed.

Then, it abruptly stopped—before plummeting straight down.

BANG!

The sheer force of the landing sent shockwaves rippling across the ground, nearly blowing the hats off the soldiers.

Coty caught his own just in time, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Across the sun-scorched tarmac, steam rose from the cracked ground.

And standing there, straight-backed and imposing, was a man clad in black, a flowing red cape billowing behind him.

Homelander.

He gently set Queen Maeve down before stepping forward, spreading his arms wide as he grinned.

"So… these are my soldiers?"

"Minister Connor?"

He had received official notice from the Department of Defense over the weekend.

On Monday, Wilson would formally assign him a 500-man unit.

Now, here they were.

Surveying the hardened warriors before him, Homelander was satisfied.

They were humanity's elite—individually weaker than superhumans, sure.

But in coordinated small-team combat, they were lethal. Against your average superhuman, they could absolutely hold their own.

Even someone like Queen Maeve—who was on the stronger side of superhumans—could be taken down if the strategy was right.

Not every super was invincible.

Most had weaknesses.

Maeve, for example, could be suffocated if trapped in concrete.

Or drowned if sunk into the ocean.

Or incinerated in a steel furnace at thousands of degrees.

The real headache?

Someone nuke-proof—like him.

So, a 500-man elite force armed with cutting-edge weaponry?

That was a power no one could ignore.

Placing them under Homelander's command?

A sign of compromise.

A temporary one.

"That's right, Homelander," Connor declared. "They're yours now."

A murmur of discontent rippled through the soldiers.

"The hell did that old man just say?"

"We're his? When the hell did we become property?"

"Feels like an insult. We're not some gift-wrapped package."

"Silence!"

Lieutenant Coty roared, turning on his men with hands clasped behind his back.

His voice thundered with authority.

"You soft-ass maggots, if you've got something to say—say it to my face!"

"If not, shut the hell up and quit whining like a bunch of schoolgirls!"

The soldiers chuckled, but none refuted him.

If they were wolves, then Coty was the alpha.

He had them firmly under control.

Homelander and Maeve approached. After shaking hands with Minister Connor, he turned to Megan.

The sultry secretary handed him a document.

"Homelander, this is your official authorization from the Department of Defense."

"As of today, you are the commanding officer of this Delta Force unit."

"Lieutenant Coty will report directly to you."

"Any orders you issue will be executed with absolute precision."

As she spoke, Megan lightly licked her full lips, a few strands of windblown hair framing her face, adding a hint of allure.

Homelander took the document with a smile before shifting his gaze back to Coty and his men.

Megan felt a twinge of disappointment.

As the Secretary of Defense's personal assistant, she wielded more influence than even some generals.

Men flocked to her, but few ever caught her eye.

Until now.

She had been single all this time.

And Homelander?

He was the only man who deserved her.

That day, when he stormed into the DoD meeting room, Megan had been shocked.

And intrigued.

Powerful women like her?

They craved stronger men.

But now?

Homelander wasn't even looking at her.

Had she not applied enough makeup today?

Was her perfume too strong?

Or maybe…

Business attire just wasn't seductive enough?

While Megan puzzled over her apparent lack of appeal, Homelander had already stepped toward the human anvil—Lieutenant Coty.

The man extended his hand.

"Commander."

"Lieutenant."

They shook hands.

Homelander then turned to the soldiers.

"Good morning, gentlemen."

"I assume you're ready?"

"Your next enemies won't just be gun-toting meatbags."

"They'll be superhumans."

A muscular, dark-skinned soldier grinned, flashing a set of pearly whites.

"Leave 'em to us, sir."

"Just don't expect us to fight you."

"And you? Kick back with some tea and watch us crush their nuts."

Laughter erupted.

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